339 339 Unusual Requests

For six more hours, Max was dragged from dance to dance, meeting new people and seeing sides of his Regiment that he hadn't expected to exist.

Some, like Colonel Klinger having incredible luck with the ladies, weren't that unexpected, but some, like the quiet corvette class Pilot from the Fourth Battalion leading a thrash metal open mic session on the third level of the venue were entirely unexpected.

From what Max could find out, a number of pilots had spent their allocations for the materials printers to get musical instruments made. So, when the time for a party came, they found a good spot and took it over to hold an open mic jam with anyone from the Regiment who was willing, along with a number of volunteer singers from among the guests.