Meeting with Hobbar

[Victor Reinhardt]

He walked around the large room which had been designated as his office, he liked the room and felt he could used to it, it was roomy and had a great view, it wasn't the largest, it was more the size of something a naval officer would designated but he liked it. And he also had an observation window to look out into space, it added a bit of room to the else closed spaces of a space ship, and one could use a long time to stare into the vastness of space but so far he had been doing a lot.

And now was his next step to talk to the direct platoon leader a lieutenant Michael Hobbar, another average officer, but one who had been able to maintain the respect of his soldiers which was an admirable skill and he was sure he would be able to see how great he did in combat, since reading was only that much, and he hadn't used the time to go over all the recorded stuff from missions.

He had sent his Aide out to get Hobbar, well it wasn't an aide but more a person who he had been allowed to use for such matters on his time on the ship, which also made the tasks a lot easier. He was in his usual uniform as clean as always though the cap was on the table. He stood with his hands on the back looking out of the window while waiting for Hobbar to come to the room.

He was still looking forward to see how Hobbar had reacted to being told a Special Security officer wanted to talk to him, though he wasn't sure if Captain Jones had already told Hobbar what Victor was there for, but if he hadn't it would still be very funny to see the reaction. All though some might ignore it, Victor knew to well how people reacted to Special Security, and the Special Security had a lot of power that was true, but the largest problem was that they knew they did, and that caused arrogance. But they had also been picked for something special in the Special Investigations and Interrogation, something the common man and officer of the UCHD hadn't been worthy of.

[Michael Hobbar]

Hobbar had just gotten finished with his supper. Spending four hours in the mess hall wasn't unheard of but he was talking to Silva...not about anything important though. He was walking down the hall towards his office and hopefully get some shut eye. It was now 0850 hours and he was exhausted.

As he turned a corner a person walked up to him. "Lieutenant Hobbar?" he asked. "Yes?" Hobbar said in return it was odd that a naval officer was asking him something. "You've been requested to see Reinhardt. Follow me please." he said. Reinhart? Who was that. He started to follow him, what if this was someone new replacing the captain he'd like to know when he was kicked out and why. Jones hadn't messed anything up at all. Or what if they were taking him to another platoon and this person was going to take charge of his own platoon? He'd just arrived a month ago! Maybe it was nothing. No if it was nothing then this officer wouldn't of been sent to find him.


The officer and Hobbar stopped at an office that was quite a ways away. He opened the door for Hobbar. Walking in he saw Reinhart far in the back of the room. He was just standing there, no facial expression at all..it was odd. He could also note this man belonged to the Special Security Special Investigations and Interrogation sub division. Why had he called Hobbar here? Hobbar's expression on his face was unbelief. The aid suddenly closed the door. Trying to keep his rage inside him he simply stated "Lieutenant Hobbar." and nodded towards him.

[Victor Reinhardt]

He heard the door open and Hobbar introducing himself as he stood by the door. He took a breath and looked over at Hobbar and took some steps closer to him giving a short sly smile. "So you are Lieutenant Hobbar of the 32nd? Welcome, come in have a seat!" he said as his face returned to the normal neutral expression, while motioning to a chair in the room which was next to his desk.

"I must admit it's a pleasure to meet you, I have read a lot of the records on 32nd, and you guys are doing a great job!" he said as he moved a bit around the room with his hands on his back. "I mean for the SDC your unit is does quite well considering the short service time your unit have seen it has been through a lot... And even lost... Sobel? that training sergeant on Stataca." he looked a bit around the room and took a deep breath.

He looked back at Hobbar, "Where are my manners! Lieutenant Victor Reinhardt from Special Investigations and interrogation... This I am sure you already know." He walked over to his desk and turned off the monitor which contained a lot of information about the 32nd, he preferred people wasn't able to look at his work.

"Now I feel no need to inform you of what Captain Jones have already told you, I would just like to meet the person leading before any upcoming mission" he walked over to a small table which contained some different things and a drinks "Can I offer you anything? Coffee? tea? Water?" he offered politely as he poured himself a cup of coffee and took a sip of it "I always preferred navy coffee in some situations... But SS gives the best stuff" he said.

[Michael Hobbar]

Walking inside, he noticed that this office was enormous. So much bigger then his own office, hell even the captain didn't have an office this big. It even had a viewing port, although it was quite small. Victor Reinhardt was standing there by his desk and warmly welcome Michael inside. Although something was off about this man, Hobbar couldn't put his finger on it.


Then he asked about if Captain Jones had told him anything. Jones hadn't told him a damn thing! This was grounds maybe for a unofficial protest but it would be a waste of time. So what was this guy supposed to do? It seemed strange that he had recent information on the bank heist on Stataca...and even mentioning Sobel who was killed by ARM troops. Very strange indeed. "Uh yes..he was killed on Stataca but not during a training operation it was the ARM who killed him...and wounded a few of our people. We got most of them but a few were taken by the local police....who were then taken by your division." Hobbar said in a pleasant voice. It might not be a good idea to give away too much during their first meeting.


"Yes we've actually helped a few of the Special Security platoons who went down in the mountains. ARM had lots of anti air weapons and took out some of the dropships." Not wanting to be rude, Hobbar stood in the middle of the room until Victor told him his rank. "Uh, coffee is fine, two sugars." he told the man. 'What is this guy supposed to be? Is he going to take away the platoon from me?' he thought to himself. He looked around the office, the carpet was a dark grey and there were no pictures at all. Not on the man's desk, nor on any of the walls. At least he could hang pictures, Hobbar couldn't. Not a thing was out of place on his desk it was neat. There were a few pieces of paper but they were piled neatly. The guy must of been a major OCD freak.

What was a Special Investigations and Interrogations doing here? Unless he wanted to question his platoon about something very important to the S.S. or Human Corporation. But what.

[Victor Reinhardt]

He nodded and gave out a light cough at the mention of S.S platoons but made the coffee for Hobbar with the same smile as before. He then walked over to him with the cup "There you go Hobbar" he handed him the cup before sitting down in his chair and leant back "I do know about the ops you were in and the disaster of it, but you came back and so did our men" he said while reading Hobbar's expressions Which only made him smile and shake his head "How much have you been told? You seem surprised and questioning at everything I say" he chuckled lightly.

He sipped the coffee he had poured himself "Well in case you don't know, I have been appointed by the Human corps in London to go into the position as your platoon advisor and observer" he said looking forward to see the reactions of Hobbar to be told that he was stuck with an S.S officer.

"This means that I have read a lot of reports and viewed a lot of the material. And for a freshly formed platoon you have done... Averagely but I am looking forward to see how you do it in person" he smiled, truth was he had never been in the field and he wasn't sure how to react to it but Hobbar didn't have to know. He had only ever been in the aftermaths interrogating prisoners and punching people up, he hadn't even gotten his boots muddy in any battlefield yet.

"But don't worry I'm sure we will do fine together. But please Hobbar! Tell me about your platoon from your point of view, what do you think about them? Any I should mind, anything I should know about the people? Listening to the platoon officer rather then reading the records" He always preferred to listen to personal views on things instead of only reading and it also made evaluating Hobbar a bit easier so that he knew what to expect.

[Michael Hobbar]

Grabbing the cup of coffee from Reinhardt, Hobbar walked over to the chair and sat down listening to him. It seemed that he didn't like to be told about the S.S. mercenaries for some reason, then again he was part of the interrogation section who probably didn't like anyone. He continued to watch Reinhardt as he talked. "All that I was told by Captain Jones was that you were aboard the Dauntless Fury he didn't tell me if you were joining the platoon at all..he left that detail out. So yeah I am a little surprised." he told the man. Looking at him in the eyes, he could see that the man had cold eyes, it was as if he had no emotions.

Hobbar nodded when he'd been told that Human Corp decided to send out a observer. But he never actually told him the reasons why he was sent here. He thought for a second it was a joke but soon realized that it wasn't. Why did they send him a liaison officer? He'd done nothing wrong at all. It came no surprise to Hobbar that the officer had personal files of everyone. But then when he said the word "Average" that bothered him a lot. He made no attempt to make a face but who the hell was he to judge how he led the platoon?

Finally the man had shut up when he asked for Hobbar's opinion on his platoon. "Well let me see." he said and took another sip of coffee. "I have a good platoon the people are very good under combat. Staff Sergeant Silva, platoon sergeant is a man who does well under pressure on and off the battlefield. Sergeant Amberson...does well on the battlefield but has..personal issues off the battlefield. Do not under any circumstances bring up her past. Our medics are very good at treating the wounded, our platoon dropship pilot..I haven't seen that much of him so I cannot say anything about him. What we do lack are more members of the platoon other then that we don't have a problem." he told him.