It seemed Ash may be a little late. Probably. He never really kept track of time anymore, he used to in the military. They were always anal about it, precise times, always early. A second late and you would drop and give them 50 or some shit like that. It was good to not be under that time crunch, not look at the clock, move and act freely and by no set time. Although he wasn't going to be terribly late, he didn't want to miss his ride. That would be a tragedy. 

Leaving the tavern wasn't really that difficult. Quite easy if you asked Ash. He slept, ate, and right before he left he notified them that he was leaving and quitting his job. The owner seemed somewhat displeased, and apparently the pretty waitress girl had left as well the same day. But for some reason it seemed... Well, like Ash wasn't the type of guy you wanted to argue with. The owner caught his tongue before he said anything, and just nodded as Ash left without saying another word. He made no attachments to the place, and probably for good measure. He probably wouldn't be back there again. And if he was, it'd be quite a while.

As he approached the ship, he had a certain swagger about him as he walked, as if he didn't care and didn't need to. He walked with a purpose, a certain calm and confidence. His movements were strong, swift, almost robotic in their grace. It was the march of a soldier, and how one carried themselves. He even war his combat uniform. His camouflage matched that of the dust around him, his combat boots making small thuds as he walked across the ground. His bulletproof vest was missing off of the uniform, damaged, but the rest of the uniform was still in one piece. It didn't serve a whole lot for protection, but the camouflage was nice, and all his accolades and his rank was printed over his uniform. Ash was etched on a small metal plate, almost like a name tag, over the left side of his chest. What was the same was his backpack of the sand color strapped to his back, his rifle, his shotgun and knife strapped to his leg, and the aviators that reflected the morning sky. He boarded the ship and stood face to face with the captain, giving a crisp military salute.

[color=aquamarine]"Lieutenant Commander Ash, reporting for duty."[/color]