The locker room at ISC was busy this morning. With a new day in Zweihander Union service ahead of them, soldiers and other personel was about to walk on the dayshifts, while some of them had ended their nightshift. Military exercises, theoretical lectures, guard duty and command functions. Many were the tasks that constantly made Schesa and ISC a busy place in the Union. Nothing of it was unfamiliar to the police sergeant from Coruscant, just recently recruited to the ZU Executor Troops. The innuendos from certain individuals was no exception to that fact.
''You're seriously out of line, soldier.'' she stated, with a serious and professional accent to her voice, not taking her blue gaze off the guy by her locker. It took some seconds, but finally the guy gave up and went on his way to wherever he was going. Her gaze followed him out, more annoyed than anything, before the grabbed the helmet from the top shelf of the locker.
The black duraplast armor had a fairly sleek design and while wearing it, it was quite hard to tell the gender of an Executor Trooper. To little surprise, the majority was men though and thus you had a good chance to make a correct guess from afar. Almost one houndred percent chance, until now.
She adjusted her ponytail and, with the EX-147 blaster in a holster on her right side and helmet in hand, made her way through the corridors of the facility to room #4490. As military customs demanded, she knocked twice before entering the room. She greeted the sergeant with a short salute.
''Sir, corporal Bowers as requested.''
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