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real qualifier seemed to be inexperience and bad luck.
    Tarik ended the video and sat back to take it all in. He assumed the point of calling him this cursed name was to goad him into being a better soldier or at the very least an obedient one. If he is going to survive long enough to earn his name back he'd have to do as he was told or he'd end up another Jimmy highlight.

3 - Assessment
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    As Tarik  thought about the implications of his choices he was interrupted by a mechanical whine behind the desk. A mostly machine  face stared at Tarik . Blue lights for eyes, a near perfect oval face. The being had no nostrils or mouth that was visible. Pieces of dark fur protruded from the back of the mask indicating a once organic past.
    “I'm Tarik , the new contractor.”
    “Designation is irrelevant; I am logistics office for the ship. You will submit weapons for review.”
    Tarik unslung his Kami rifle and placed it on the counter. “What species are you?”
    “Species is irrelevant, I am M achine .” The machine  picked up the rifle and started its evaluation. “Kami raid equipment. Equipment has been altered . Code has been changed to designate Kami as primary  targets. The self-destruction mechanism will need to be turned off to be used by contractors.” The machine  set the rifle into a bin and sent out scanning lasers. “Size is in stock. Weapons will be repaired and equipment issued after assessment.” The machine  set a jumpsuit on the counter “ Training  clothing issued. Lodging, seating and event logs have been updated. Visit medical facilities, human  fluids rich in iron are difficult to remove.” The machine  grabbed the bin with metal claws, spun around and propelled itself away by an unseen force , disappearing into the stacks.
    “Well that wasn't strange at all.” Tarik said to the empty room. He picked up his jumpsuit still confused with the encounter and headed to medical.
    The walk to medical was uneventful; Tarik used the time to go over the planned events. It appeared he’d have a few hours until end of day meal. After that he was afforded eight hours of sleep, then an appointment to the gymnasium for his assessment. His schedule had numerous blocks of time thereafter which were censored with a note that they were dependent on his assessment. Most of the ship and organizational  information had been blocked as well.
    Arriving at medical he was greeted by an assistant who was by far the most polite person he’d met on the ship. Another Flarr, young and pretty as far he could imagine a Flarr being. She was not nearly as wet looking and her sharp teeth did not seem as hostile. The assistant escorted him to a gray  room with an examination pod and three chairs.
    “My name is Tilla, I will be assisting today. The medical officer will be right with you, please have a seat and expose the wound for treatment. Is there anything I can get for you while you wait?” Tilla said in an inviting voice, pointing to the examination pod.
    “I think I’m fine for now.” Tarik said.
    Time passed a Tilla sat in a chair looking over Tarik . She made no effort to take notes or even check on the wound herself. Tarik took off his shirt and checked on the wound sealant himself. Several minutes of uncomfortable silence passed as Tarik  wondered why the assistant was even in the room if she had no intention of performing any procedures. Tarik sat back in the pod waiting for further instruction.
    An older male   human  entered the room. He had a look upon his face as if Tarik  was another annoyance in a day filled with an endless series of annoyances. His lab coat looked like it was two sizes too big. He was a very pale man with a bald head and gray  facial hair. Tarik believed he was Asian but could not be certain. Without introducing himself the man put on a pair of goggles and sat next to Tarik .
    “Has he interfered with the examination pod?” The man asked in a high pitched voice to