Jayce rather nonchalantly walks into the recruiters office, carrying a six-pack of Rogue beer, and a Donut he had recently taken from an LPI officer. He flashes a look around the room, and the Secretary of Recruitment catches his eye...
"Howdy! Care for a drink? Alvin told me you were waiting for me." Jayce says as he sits down on the back of a cargo sled. "I hear this place is rough. Figure if it's my last drink, might as well share it with a pretty lady. I suppose you'll be wanting to search me before I go see the Commissar-Captain."
The secretary calls a Marine to do a pat-down search on Jayce, while he looks on with a bit of disappointment. The Marine pulls a pair of nail-clippers, some batteries, and some sort of rod-like device.
"Oh... That's... Err... That's nothing." Jayce says, as the secretary flashes a rather disapproving glance at him.
Now that the pat-down was over, Jayce again took his seat on the sled, and waited for his call from the Commissar-Captain.