McGarretty slung his duffel and looked around his new home for the next few weeks. Whilst it was by no means palatial it certainly was a massive step up in comfort from the troop ships he was most used to. He thanked the crew member who had shown him his berth. At least here he had a bunk and a mattress of sorts. As he had headed to his quarters he dismissed his initial thoughts about the state of the ship. It might have looked a little rough and ready on first sight but even with his landlubber eyes he could see that the important bits were well maintained. He didn't doubt there would be some unusual bumps and groans but as long as say the engine didn't shear from its mountings he though he would get to Bellerphone ok. 

Pre-flight was the worst time for him, once they were away into the black he would be fine but he always got a bit nervous till then. He always recalled that emergency evac during the battle of Du Khang when the remains of his unit were pulling out and the gorram Browncoats were firing rockets at the transport ship as it pulled out of orbit. He did however fondly remember two weeks later stomping all over their emplacement when they came back in retaliation.

McGarretty pulled his harp from his back pocket and started to play, that at least would help to distract him and he didn't think pulling out his weapons for another strip down would go down well with the crew or other passengers.