I was struck by two things:

1) Being in the female barracks after curfew is a chargeble offence...

2) An, admittedly pretty, arm belonging to a naked snoring woman...

The problem was how to return to my barracks without running afoul of the MP's...no the problem was how to escape an upper bunk with one's clothes intact when said garments were in the hands of the two ladies who had one sandwiched into the center of said upper bunk...

...I finally returned to our own barracks and began my morning abolutions. there was some shouting and thumping out in the barracks proper. Fortunately, the analgesic from my first aid kit is extremely potent. I was able to wash and dress in peace.

It was when I left the bathroom that my personal horror began. The girl with the hardsuit was, I think, under a huge pile of blankets stolen from all the empty bunks.

Nuko Satori actually looked worse than I felt. Pale, dispated, sick.... ack he was intoxicated/hung over beyond the descriptive limits of the english language.

A stranger was standing in the middle of our barracks. He was in civilian clothes but had a manner of one who usually expected people to listen to him. Oh and he was turning purple. I only heard him say:

"That's it"

The man then stormed out.

Toshi Gari, the Representive from Hentai Corp., briefed me.

So far we had missed role call, 'rudely disturbed' by no less than three civilian representatives of our chain of command and received a half dozen gift baskets, out of which the video game kid...

His name I now recall, is Dalton Kakema and while he calls himself a 'test pilot' I've also heard him refer to himself as a 'playtester' an odd nomenclature for a militar... er.. sorry... I digress...

Right...

Kakema was notable in that, for some reason known only to him, he was eating the bath beads from one of the baskets.

I didn't have much time process any more before I was dragged off by one of the ladies I escaped from... er... um... abandoned er...sigh... one of the ones from last night.

Thanks to her I learned a few more things. Namely, that all the male base staff wanted us dead, that the commander was ticked with us, but that a rumour was spreading that one of us had crushed Lt. Asami in the hands of his mech.

After diplomatically weaning the lady (say what was her name anyway?) from my presence, I sought out our command HQ and ran into our newest recruit on the way. He's known as 'Tank' and he could pass for one.

ACk.. arg...Nossir I don't know who ate all the 'bearclaw's but they are good doughnuts. Yessir, Sgt. Shinji Steele...I... er.. just a sec sir.
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