“Guuuuuh,” Leon let out a loud, unhappy moan, “I didn’t know I’d have to get this much exercise on this damn ship! I’ve been here a couple of hours and I feel like I’ve walked the whole thing…”
[color=970000] “Oh stop your complaining, exercise is good for you,”[/color] Fura replied.
 “Who’re you, my mother?”
[color=970000] “With all the things I help you with, I should be! Now shut up, you’re at the…”[/color]
“Cargo bay,” Leon cut Fura off, “I know, I can see.”

Walking in through the, rather large, open door revealed the cargo bay, the room was massive and brimming with activity. There were workers running rushedly around, people and machines moving large crates and various other equipment, huge ships that were being loaded and unloaded; it was quite an impressive site to witness. The cargo bay was more of a hanger, on the far, very far, end of the room was a large opening to the space outside. There was a blueish tint that overlaid the view, indicating there was an atmosphere barrier separating the vacuum of space from the atmosphere inside the ship. In the center of the hanger, commanding the most attention, was a massive VTOL landing craft, it sort of resembled a traditional C130 aircraft from the early 2000’s except it was evidently sealed for space travel, had four wings that had the ability to rotate from a vertical take off position to horizontal flight, and was much, much larger. Leon looked around for the closest person that didn’t look like they had a million things to do, he noticed one man standing in a small crowd of other workers, he seemed to be issuing orders to the others.
Leon walked over to the man and began,

“Hey, I’m Major Leon Wilkinson, Ghost Squadron soldier on board. I’m looking for a personal shipment.”
The man turned around and asked, hastily, “Huh, what. Who’re you?”
“Major Leon Wilkinson, designation number LW0130Z226. I’m looking for a personal shipment that wasn’t in my quarters.”
“Hmm one sec,” the man said as he pulled out a tablet and began furiously tapping on it, “yeah, yeah here it is. Just wait right here, I’ll have one of the loading drones bring it to ya.”

The man started barking orders at other workers as he wandered away from Leon. As he waited, Leon began looking around and observing all the activity in the hanger. After a few moments of observation, Leon could see that there was some organization among the mass of clamoring drones and workers, it was sort of a controlled chaos. A few more moments passed and Leon noticed a man carrying a large metal crate stumbling towards him. The man looked to be about 5 foot tall, he wasn’t very muscular, he was actually kind of stringy; it was sort of humorous to watch him carry this case that must’ve weighed more than him. Once he got over to Leon the man dropped the case on the ground, putting both hands on his knees he bent over and began panting heavily, it appeared that carrying the case exhausted him. The case had a dark, brushed metal finish to it, on the upper right corner had the letter “LW” spray painted on it, in the center was a small touch screen that had a symbol of a lock rotating on it. Leon knew this was his weapon case.

“I thought a drone was bringing my stuff over?” Leon questioned.
The exhausted worker gasped for enough breath to respond, “yeah well… the floor foreman isn’t the most organized of people… all the drones are busy moving actual cargo… so I got stuck with getting this to you.”
“Oh, well… I’m sorry” Leon said, with a quizzical tone.

He reached down and tapped the touch screen, the lock symbol changed to a number pad. Leon typed in a long number code, several mechanical locks could be heard twisted and moving, eventually popping open. After eight locks popped open, the entire top of the case bumped and shook a bit. Leon grabbed the top and lifted it open, inside the crate were his Combat Pistol and Gauss Rifle along with several magazines for each, a holster for his pistol, sling for his rifle, and a couple other various tools. Leon observed the crates contents until he was interrupted by Fura.

[color=970000] “Leon, you’ve got a message from the captain. He said there’s been an issue he wants you to look into. Something about a couple dead bodies that were found in a bar on the civilian level?”[/color]
“Ok fine, put a map up on my hud and I’ll head over,” Leon replied as he picked up his pistol holster and put it on his torso. The holster was a tactical shoulder holster, it had two pieces that went over each shoulder then down the sides of his torso, connecting at his waist; the pistol was secured under his left arm, since he was a right handed shooter. 
“Um… are you talking to me?” the exhausted worker questioned.
“N… no. It was nothing. Make sure this makes it to my quarters, please.” Leon said with a sternness in his voice.

After finishing putting strapping on the harness, he holstered his pistol, closed the case, and began for the bar that Fura was now directing him to.

“Any other information on what happened?” Leon wondered.
[color=970000] “Nope. I was just told that there was some sort of issue, it was in a bar named “The Owl and The Father,” and it was on the civilian level. That was it.” [/color]
“I hope he doesn’t expect me to take care of every little problem that happens on this ship. That’s what the security detail is for.”
[color=970000] “Yeah but seeing as how you’re one of the highest ranking military officials on the ship, he probably figures it’d be wise to have you take a look; just to make sure everything’s under control.” [/color]
“I guess so…” Leon reluctantly muttered as he continued on his way to the bar.