"At ease guys. No need to salute me. Like I was telling Getch here, I'm not really into that General rank and title thing. Just call me Lash." Lash smiled, then lifted his general-issue duffel back onto his back and followed Getch towards his quarters. He tried to use as much the same equipment as the soldiers as possible.
Upon arriving at his quarters, Lash patted Getch on the back. "Thanks Getch. I'll be up on the Bridge in a minute. Won't take me long to settle in."
Lash plopped his duffle down on the bunk, and began the short process of unpacing. He had three sets of clothes, which he set into a drawer. His armor he laid on the bunk. Next came his rifles. Lash actually had two blasters, one standard DC-15 long rifle, and the shorter version of the same rifle.
Along with his datapad, that was the extent of his possessions. Well, he did secretly have a picture of the girl he loved. But that one he kept a secret. He couldn't let the Jedi find out about that, or he'd be expelled. Which might not be such a bad thing, would it? Lash thought with a chuckle.
He left his quarters and made his way to the bridge, where Wolfe, Getch, and Swanson were all standing. "How're we doing, gentlemen?"