HRS Unity
0505 Hours
Deck 6
“Hey! Hey! Hey boyo get your ass up!”
Private First Class Aber rolled over in his twin sized cot and groaned for about the three seconds it took for the disorientation to wear off. This was his first full day aboard the Unity and things didn’t seem to be off to a great start. He had arrived by helijet late last night and the jetlag hadn’t worn off.
“Alright, alright, I’m getting up. What’s the big deal… oh crap it’s 0505? Gods, it feels like it should be 2 in the morning.”
“Oh right, Aber… you just got in last night. You picked a hell of a first day son - now suit up. You’re going up on deck. Come on, double-time! I’ll give you the grand tour on your way up.”
Sergeant Hatan’s small frame did little to minimize the booming of his voice. He was a livewire bolting around the berth, waking up the laggards and making no small amount of noise as the heavy metal boots of his power armor hit the deck. Aber quickly finished shaving and backed up into the ‘dresser’ where his power armor was hung. As he stepped into the metal boots, small mechanical arms worked around him snapping together his leg, arm, and chestplate before the exoskeleton bolted itself in followed by the last bit of protective armor that protected the robotics that made the suit move. He grabbed his helmet from up top and pulled it over his head. The sing songy chime of the power armor’s signal telling him that everything was connected and in working order.
“Alright, good to go Sarge.”
Hantan chuckled, “Good, I hate being late. Belay that, I am never late so you better hustle. Come on, follow me.”
Aber ducked out of the door still in somewhat of a daze as he tried to orient himself without the benefit of the sun or any outside landmarks. The whole environment still looked like metal and linoleum to him. The sergeant could tell he looked lost.
“You know where you’re going?”
“Not a clue.”
“Where did you serve before?”
“Fort Unnachgiebig, north of Argyz.”
“Oof, no wonder you couldn’t get up. That jetlag must be a killer. I bet you’ve never been on a ship before either. Well, lucky you - you landed on the biggest one in the fleet. They don’t even make these bad girls anymore! OK, first thing about serving on the Armada ships like these. The main deck is the hangar deck not the flight deck. All the decks above the hangar decks are levels that go up as you go skyward. All the decks below the hangar deck are called decks and they go up as you go seaward...tracking so far?”
Aber blinked as he ducked through another door. He was not, as they say, tracking.
“Next, the frame numbers. The bow of the ship is zero. The numbers go up as you go towards the rear. Compartment numbers start at 1 in the middle, even numbers to the port, odd to starboard.”
“What? That makes no sense” , Aber asked somewhat in disbelief.
“You’ll learn!” He shouted as he ran up some stairs Aber quickly followed before entering into a room with guns. Lots of guns.
“Ok, Compartment 4-69-9-B! Main Armory. Located right above the Legion berths. Very convenient. You go here, pick up your weapon out from the cages. Hey Smitty!”
“Hey Hantan, got a newbie do you now. Alright, hand in the box.”
Aber reached out and put his gauntlet into a black box. A wire shot into the suit, confirmed with the suit that he had the right biometrics and then a locker opened up with his weapon and ammo. Hantan did the same little ritual.
“Alright, up we go. Down to the next frame and head skyward again. This is the mess deck. We eat in the aft deck in the very back. Still better food on the Unity than half the Armada and certainly better than those fracking MRE’s. The ship store and the gym is in the middle. One perk, Legion gets its own gym. There’s also the theater, pub, and then where the officers and fancy people eat up towards the bow.”
“Wait, theater?”
“Don’t get excited. Mostly used for large briefings with the brass. Oh, that’s the other thing. This ship? So. much. brass. on this ship. Keep climbing. Second deck, fleet operations. A lot of Armada in dress uniforms trying to run the war. A lot of civvies too. Don’t get any ideas and keep climbing.”
“Alright, this deck is deck one. The fancy deck. No linoleum here. Nice clean walls that aren't just chunks of metal with equipment sticking out of them, carpeting, the whole kit and kaboodle. The back aft half of the ship is a hospital. The front half is all conference rooms, guest quarters, and diplomatic offices. Might as well be a cruise ship. The middle is intel ops and the CiC. Extremely secret squirrel stuff. Constantly guarded 24/7/365. If they don’t got a good keycard, the officer won’t give them clearance to go in and if they’ve got a problem with that...well, that’s when you might have to play bouncer boyo. If you’re not guarding intel ops, then you’re gonna be playing escort. Most of your time here is gonna be spent shuttling VIPs back and forth from the fancy deck to the mess hall. Keep climbing, gotta get to the hangar deck.”
They went up one more stairway and arrived in a cavernous area full of noise and aircraft.
“This is the hangar deck!”, shouted Hantan over the sound of a helijet being lifted onto the flight deck behind him. “VIPs come in on the flight deck and come down these elevators here and they all need an escort. They tend not to go up to bridge or flight bridge, but sometimes they like to take a look. All of that’s in the superstructure. Today there are a bunch coming in for a big confab down at the fancy deck. Don’t get starstruck.”
“Wait, starstruck?”, asked Aber as they got into the Legionary guard formation.
A pair of Skyan officers walked across the flight deck. The first one wore an almost unseen five stars on his shoulder, followed by a man in scarlet power armor.
“Is that?”
“Told you, don’t get starstruck. SUPER VIP day. Supreme Commander always greets the biggies. Major Squall’s never far behind either.”
“Wait, Squall is here?”
“The whole damn Gothic Alliance is here boyo. Now buckle up and look sharp, don’t embarrass me.”