Barracks Over three hundred beds are bolted to the rocky walls of this cavern three high, a metal partition-slash-ladder between each of the beds giving some tiny bit of privacy. The floors are of textured metal, and gleam in the harsh overhead lights. A long, squat industrial refresher unit adorns the center of the room, with dozens of lockers lining the long ends of it. A thick metal door leads out to the residence deck. Amelia is sitting on her bunk, clad in a practical fashion for once, typing away on the laptop on her lap. Lower Prominade Ivan nods, waiting with the rest of the soldiers.