The First Meeting

[Wesker]

Fleet Admiral's office HMS-Essex New London,
02/15/ 827 AS, 08:00

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Never in his life had he been more afraid and curious. Maybe they'd caught onto the fact that he turned 18 after graduating from the academy? No, no one caught wind for weeks. He had recommendation letters, good conduct, there was no way.

The flight scores? They were unusually high for someone his age and of his experience. Near perfect even. But not even he understood that, even with that being said there was no way it would be enough for the bloody FLEET ADMIRAL to call him for a private mission.

"Just be respectful, be honest, explain that I'm of age now and only have good intentions. I have a degree, I have experience and I got good scores... ok maybe don't mention the flight scores."

The elevator onboard the HMS-Essex was packed with different ranks and rates. Some mechanics, medics, and other officers. All of them were just talking casually about their day, some were taking in the end of the war. One officer in particular though, noticed Isaak onboard. The butter bars on his shoulders brought out a quick smirk from the officer who noticed.

Mister.... Heinrich? Haven't seen you around, you new?

I just graduated about six months ago, I'm... with the Exter garrison in... Exter.

Oh? And what are you doing out here?

I was called for a meeting.

Ohh, advancing? New position?

Uh... Well sort of.

Ok, do you know where your going?

Top deck, room 223.

Everyone's head instantly turned torwards the Ensign out of curiosity.

That's... that's the Fleet Admiral's room.

He was the one that called me.

Best of luck mate, he's been a bit grumpy lately. Don't tell him I said that though, he's a great guy overall, really.

Good to know sir... Thanks!

Everyone quickly walked out as the elevator came to a stop. All that was left for a brief second was a nervous and confused boy looking peeking out to look down either end of the hall. Couldn't be that bad right?

Please let this not go wrong.

Heinrich slowly slipped past other personnel walking down the hall, making micro-adjustments to his appearance as he did so. His uniform and appearance already seemed squared away neatly. His reflection in the windows nearby gave him that sense of confidence. But it still wasn't enough to completely shake his nervousness.

"There's no way the Fleet Admiral would note that, no way in hell. I'd get talked to by one of my supervisors if anything, The Governor General at most."

As his walk came to a close he noticed the ranks walking by get higher, but he also noted that there weren't as many walking past him. The intimidation of rank was really starting to settle in. He saw the room number and the entrance, it crept up on him slowly, but steadily. The noises around him started to quiet down more and more as he focused on the moments to come. This was it.

He turned, identifying not one but two persons inside. One being the admiral, the other... the SIS Director?

What?

Fleet Admiral Stiener, Ensign Heinrich reporting as ordered.

Stuck the entrance pretty decently.

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