ONI Orbital Facility

November 20 2552

1 month after New Mombasa drop

J.D. inhaled the stale recycled air that made him feel more as if he was in a hospital than a space station. He thought it certainly wasn't lit like a hospital while he walked out of the mess hall into the main hallway.

A group of fellow troopers rushed past in full armor to what he guessed was a mission. ODST's typically weren't stationed on ONI facilities but the war on Earth had forced all able bodied troops on mission rotations; while one set of troops went out on a mission, another got to rest. But the rest periods were fairly short, especially for his squad since they were assigned to watch over Vergil, the recently captured engineer when not going out on missions for ONI.

It wasn't a hard assignment. Vergil was mostly harmless and did nothing but attempt to repair broken pieces of equipment that was brought to it. When not doing that it often floated around and explored wherever it was allowed to go, as always with at least two escorts, which was the assigned duty of his squad when not going out to drops. The only complaint, mostly from Romeo, was how much Vergil smelled. For Romeo to complain about anything was nothing new and he got his fair share of bitchig on the mission they went on eariler.

They had just gotten the news when they returned that Sergeant Major Johnson was coming to help with interrogations in an hour so the squad had some time to kill. That gave J.D. time his indulge in his favorite hobby; napping.