Posted by Lieutenant Junior Grade Issac Forgrave (Chief of Security) in Getting settled. All are welcome.

Posted by Warrant Officer Hsull (Tactical Officer) in Getting settled. All are welcome.
Hsull had been assigned quarters on deck 6, and as he entered he noticed that his belongings had been transported there all ready. He sat his carry bag down on the desk and wandered into the bedroom. He had certainly stayed in much smaller, more spartan quarters. Returning to the living/dining area he pulled the lid off a container and began to stow things away. Clothing wasn’t much of an issue, he hung his uniforms in the closet along with two robes he wore on the rare occasions he visited home. In the small kitchen area he stowed his collection of coffee mugs in a recess, he had developed an addiction for coffee over the years and was seldom far from a hot cuppa. In the living/dining area he placed a few pictures of his family and hung a frame on the wall that held his decorations and rank insignia showing each promotion. He wasn’t much for art but he did have a sculpture or two from his mother along with a landscape painting also done by her, these he placed around the room. He picked up his carry bag and placed personal hygiene items in the bath/shower area and stowed the bag on a shelf in the closet. He gathered the packing material and after placing it in the empty storage container mad arrangements for it to be teleported to a storage hold. Looking around he felt satisfied with the results and decided to take a quick shower. One advantage of a sonic shower was you didn’t need a towel afterward, after a quick brushing down of his fur he moved into the other room and stretched out on the small sofa/loveseat. He would much have preferred to go about in just his fur, but others seemed to feel that it was a bit too disconcerting, but in his own quarters he enjoyed the freedom. Laying back, he soon began to snore gently.

Hsull -TO

OOC: Perfect opportunity here to surprise the new TO in his natural element.

Issac’s eyes flitted back and forth between the PaDD in his hand and the corridor before him; as he walked, he muttered to himself. “Warrant Officer Hull… Nope, that’s… Hsull; gotta remember that… Caitian… still recovering form injuries sustained… looks like a focus on fighters and small scale; impressive. Reckon that might translate well… Nothin’ else, he’s got plenty of experience.”
He’d intended to meet with the new tactical officer on his arrival, but Forgrave had been detained by work. Apparently, a few enterprising crew had decided that the Dresden made for a decent smuggler; neglecting to consider the fact that the Chief of Operations was fiendishly clever, and knew (from first-hand experience) exactly what and how to look for contraband.

Approaching the door listed on the PaDD, Issac stowed the device away and ran his fingers over his mustache; smoothing down any errant hairs before knocking briskly on the hatch.

-Forgrave, CoS

Hsull had been dreaming,.... dreaming about hunting, about chasing down prey and sinking his teeth and claws into the flesh of the beast and feeling and tasting the hot blood flow and gorging on the raw meat. He awoke to a banging on his door, and found that during his dream he had shredded the cushions on the small sofa he had been napping on. A bit groggy and confused he yelled “enter” forgetting that he was standing there wearing only his fur, with claws out and a shredded sofa. He also realized that he had a terrible craving for meat, the bloodier the better. He shook his head and tried to clear the cobwebs. The door slid open to find him cleaning sofa stuffing from his claws, without looking he growled out, “This better be good, what do you need ?”

Hsull - TO Waking up a bit grumpy