Casske stared into the ceiling, his eyes red and bloodshot. He had been in the Ft. Jasper sickbay for... oh, it must have been a couple hours now, waiting to be seen. For a lieutenant of an elite force, the med staff certianly wasn't very polite. At long last, the nurse returned.

"It's not broken... there's a fracture, but no break. Take it slow for a couple days, drug yerself out on those painkillers, and you should be fine." The nurse grins evilly, tossing the painkillers to Casske.

"Hey, can I have a glass of wat-" The door slammed as she left. Casske groaned, shifting himself a bit. Experimentally, he rises, rubbing his abdomen a bit. Not -too- bad... at this moment, a soldier walks in, carrying a large, black, shiny case.

"Here you are, sir! The exact model you sent for. I delivered your check to the shop." Casske's eyes light up as he digs into his pocket, pulling out a couple G and tossing it to the soldier. "Thank you sir!" The man responds curtly, setting the case on the bed and leaving.

Casske eyes the shiny container with anticipation. He reaches over, and flips it open. A feverish grin breaks over his face as he reaches in, and pulls out the contents.

"It's... -perfect-..." He grins at the feel of the smooth, jet black electric bass guitar in his hands. He reaches back into the case, pulling out a pick, and begins to play a bit. Despite the lack of an amp, the bass still produces a soft, yet beautiful tone. Casske continues to grin as he tunes it, tightening the strings here and there. He then begins to play a slow, rather haunting melody. He chuckles, sitting back of the bed.

"Absolutely... -wonderful-..."