Jace walked up to the door following the sergeant from the logistics division. He saluted at the guard standing at the door. "Sergeant Lucy Nezzain, I was assigned with the task of bringing Major Jace."
The guard, a mar'talic, growled. "Why is he not in uniform?"
Sergeant Nezzain shuffled nervously and glanced at Jace. Jace just shrugged, "don't feel like it. I am on vacation." Jace answered the mar'talic growled again. "Are you going to open the door? Or did I just waste a trip because you are being an over protective dickhead?"
Jace could hear the Sergeant suck in air. He only went with him because he thought someone was going to try to kill him. But if no one was going to attempt to take his life he had better things to do.
"No. But you do need to disarm Major Jace." The guard insisted doing the equivalent of what Jace suspected was gritting his teeth in anger.
