[b][u]Earlier[/u][/b]

Adam gazed back at his own reflection, the low light of the bathroom providing a fairly obscured view of his own features as he prepared himself for the day, mentally running over the tasks he had to perform, places he had to be. Everything he would need to achieve in the next twenty four hours of activity, archived away, before he had even left his quarters. He pulled back from the mirror, his whole form coming into view, before a brief shooting pain caused him to grit his teeth, letting out a hiss of air.

His fingers traced over the grim line running from his shoulder, down across his chest, finishing in a jagged line across the left side of his abdominals. As it always did, a direct inspection of the scar brought with it a host of memories. Alarm sirens, smoke, fire and blood. Adam scrambling to push an ensign out of the way of a falling sheet of metal, and not quite making it back out the other side himself. Undocumented in the tragedy of death and despair, the lingering wound could still flair up, seemingly without cause. Nothing but pain, he could work through, always could. With a grunt he turned to get changed. Today was a big day, he had to make sure it was also a good one."

[b][u]Present[/u][/b]

"Avast that, you're all getting fucked, sleeping is cheating."

He had a particular way of shouting that was usually only reserved for those 'in command' of things, it carried above the noise, and was only met in turn by Locklin's retort. Adam chuckled, pausing in his movement to allow the man to find him among the crowd. With the serious business of the day aside, Kerrick was more than slightly looking forwards to absolutely devastating their own barracks before shipping out.

[i]Does he still remember I own him from that horse bet? I'm sure if I round down it only comes to about two drinks...best not mention it[/i] Adam frowned as he thought to himself, trying to catch a sight of Locklin through the crowd, before the man eventually 'apparated' from the press of bodies. He clasped his hand to the reverse of his buddy's 'not' thrown over his shoulder, before walking with him, laughing slightly at the comment, before responding with his own.

"I'll tell you this, you bring the whiskey, I'll bring the crayons, we can distract them with the latter, drink the former, and run rings around em all night."