Their barracks, set up as the land quarters for their ship in particular, were next to the drop towers, a ceremonial barracks location for Droppers who had seen combat. They were nothing special, six-man rooms with a pair of private showers, and offices down below for the NCOs. After finding their rooms, storing their gear, and checking in with their respective NCOs, Rhidi and the rest of the Wild Hunt’s 1st Company set themselves upon Fort Benning with the hungers that only soldiers could know. While others headed to bars or off to the mall to while the afternoon away, Rhidi hopped in a tarry-lift. Her AI driver was a cheerful sort who asked her all about her journeys abroad, a male voiced AI that was more a listener than a talker, and drove her smoothly to the place she had been dreaming of since she had left Earth. The comforting and vibrant El Sabueso Salado. Stepping out of the tarry-lift and waving goodbye to the AI watching her on the cameras, she smiled up at the colorful, carnival-like nature of the restaurant. When she opened the door, it was the older Human woman who spotted her first, having been walking by the hostess stand and dusting off her hands.

“Combat actions only.” Rhidi said tersely, her tail swishing back and forth in annoyance as she pulled up the forms and started to quickly sign them with her finger. To her sudden shock, her signature evaporated from the screen. “Hey!” Rhidi shouted, pointing her hand to her data-slate. “The hell was that?”

“A full restart?! I saw your uniforms, they were fine!” Sergeant Flores had yelled, pulling at Rhidi’s uniform top to inspect it. “They replaced all of it?! Hijo de perra, I’m going to get nothing but grief over thi-” Her data-slate lit up with a command message, and Sergeant Flores hung her head back with a soul weary, open-mouthed growl. “Que carajo, it’s already starting!”