Ben turned from the glass window and headed to a nearby Comm Unit, he would be able to solve this...Communications issue.
"Marine Delta 142, I would like to meet the recruit currently with Commissar Khan, I shall get to the heart of the matter..." He speaks calmly, receiving an"Yes Sir"in response.
A series of rapid knocks is heard upon the door of the Commissar's door and a single voice is heard.
"Commandate wishes to see one Miss 'Cassie', he has a method of communication that you seem to be having...issues with."The voice speaks, the door opening to reveal a single Marine, he was garbed in the standard Combat Armour of the Coalition's Marine Corps, gesturing for her to follow as he heads to Warner's office, just down the hall and opens the door."Commandate Warner will see you...Enter, but do not touch anything."he orders.
The Room was furnished well, a large wooden desk with many small trinkets adorned it's surface, a small Data Pad, several Artifacts that are inert, a built in computer on the right side as well as several other items, an aged Combat Pistol included, showing signs of wear and use, but still in remarkable condition for something so old.
Two plain wooden chairs sat infront of the desk while behind it sat a more cushioned chair, tall yet strange not imposing, the desk itself was infront of a 1-way Glass Window, showing the Recruitment Lobby and those who dwelt within.
The opposite wall had large shelves of books on many subjects, history, art, science, ideology, fiction, biographies...It spanned a wide range, showing a constant thirst and love of knowledge...
Ben Warner stood at the glass window, his hands clasped calmly behind his back, he was wearing a Black Uniform, with boots scuffed, showing he had at least seen some form of action. Any could see his combed brown hair, but not his eyes. When he spoke it was in a calm voice, almost friendly.
