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They had toasted Jacks proposed transfer to Recon in Jacquen's pitch black cabin, the only light coming from a small shaving light over the mirror. It was within this twilight that they had discussed the details of Jacks move amongst over things including that of the Sicariun’s cat over a bottle Uncle Jack yet another contraband item upon the ship making it appear that either the word contraband had no direct translation in Sicariun or that the entire concept was either not understood or just plain ignored.
Over the following three days Jacquen filled out his transfer documents along with making a few long distance calls to varying members of his former unit in order to not only regain his place but also smooth the way for Jack to join. The rest of his time in between his shipboard duties was spent retraining Jack for his new role, because although he actually intended to die on his first mission Jacquen didn't want to be responsible for the deaths of others by bringing someone dangerously unequipped for the job within the regiment, it also seemed to keep the mans mind occupied and away from the dark thoughts that had led him down his current path something that the Sicariun was still determined to alter if things should suddenly change.
Dressed in full naval uniform complete with boots, something that Jacquen wasn't thrilled about the Sicariun waited outside the airlock with the rest of his unit, the lack of his knives making him feel naked and just a little edgy as he stood with the others. He had heard that there had been moves made by other Sicariun’s to have their traditional knives declared a religious item thus making it exempt from the no weapons rule however considering the number of servicemen admitted to infirmaries after altercations with the Sicariun species it didn't seem very likely to happen.
Moving to stand beside Jack within the cramped airlock Jacquen whispers quietly to the man "This one has spoken to his old regiment, pass the entrance exam and your in" it had taken a bit of persuading on his part but they had eventually accepted the idea, despite the high mortality rate for humans within 3rd Recon Jack wouldn't be the first one to join their ranks "This also asks have you told the CO that you're leaving?"
Over the following three days Jacquen filled out his transfer documents along with making a few long distance calls to varying members of his former unit in order to not only regain his place but also smooth the way for Jack to join. The rest of his time in between his shipboard duties was spent retraining Jack for his new role, because although he actually intended to die on his first mission Jacquen didn't want to be responsible for the deaths of others by bringing someone dangerously unequipped for the job within the regiment, it also seemed to keep the mans mind occupied and away from the dark thoughts that had led him down his current path something that the Sicariun was still determined to alter if things should suddenly change.
Dressed in full naval uniform complete with boots, something that Jacquen wasn't thrilled about the Sicariun waited outside the airlock with the rest of his unit, the lack of his knives making him feel naked and just a little edgy as he stood with the others. He had heard that there had been moves made by other Sicariun’s to have their traditional knives declared a religious item thus making it exempt from the no weapons rule however considering the number of servicemen admitted to infirmaries after altercations with the Sicariun species it didn't seem very likely to happen.
Moving to stand beside Jack within the cramped airlock Jacquen whispers quietly to the man "This one has spoken to his old regiment, pass the entrance exam and your in" it had taken a bit of persuading on his part but they had eventually accepted the idea, despite the high mortality rate for humans within 3rd Recon Jack wouldn't be the first one to join their ranks "This also asks have you told the CO that you're leaving?"