As Pria walked down on the hallway, she could feel the grim mood of the soldiers around her. With the loss of Southampton and the York, it was no question what would be the next target of the advancing Gallic nany.
When she stepped in armory, it took a moment for the quartermaster to realize he wasn't alone in the room. -He must've lost someone -Pria thought, and she tried to put on a comforting voice. Hey, -she smiled - I need to pick up uniforms for two.
The quartermaster looked at her for a second -Names? -Lt. Commander Eva Flameheart, and Commander Pria Y'berg. -Do you need to get them carried to your quarters? -Just give them to me.
The quartermaster handed her two large bags, and a terminal, so she could verify the request. Pria put her thumb on the scanner, handed it back, then picked up the bags, nodded and started to walk out, when the quartermaster spoke -Excuse me Ma'am, you forgot these.
He handed over a couple of Harlow flight patches -Thank you -she said and walked out of the room.
Eva and her got shared quarters, one that was held up for lower-ranking officers. Eva was already there, and by the looks of it, cried until recently. -Must be shocked -she closed the door beind herself, dropeed down the bags, walked over to Eva, and hugged her, thightly. -Everything will be all right, kid -I'm older than you! -Not in my book -flashed thorough Pria's mind-Sure. She released Eva, and handed a bag for her-Uniforms. But grab yer flight suit, we'll head out in a few.
She took out her fligh tsuit from the wardrobe, and the Harlow patches from her pocket. She carefully removed the York Fleet's patch from the suit's right shoulder, put up the new one, then put the York patch on her left arm, and threw the other to Eva, who looked at her for a moment, then did the same.