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</div>"Aw damn."<br/><br/>V/laire/e was currently what any stranger passerby would call a puddle of primordial ooze, slopped in a bucket in the closet of a recently-used but unoccupied crew room. But in reality? Well, it was ignorant to call the special temperature-controlled<b>LASS-CU</b>(Liquid and semi-solid containment unit) she was in a bucket. After all, she was the real Bucket here.<br/>She was also the Gunner. And with the squid handling the intercom, and the cat knocking on everyone's doors, including her, it was time to wake up. Not something she looked forward to, but something she needed to do nonetheless. If she wanted to eat her few daily meals of spiced vitapaste hors d'oeuvre, not risk getting into an enemy encounter where her lack of presence results in a target getting away or the ship getting blown to smithereens, and get paid at the end of it, she needed to get up.<br/><br/>"Its always hard transforming in the morning."<br/><br/>When V/laire/e came out of the closet, literally, she walked out not as primordial ooze, but as a completely nude human woman. Walking out of a closet, where people usually keep clothes. Would she be walking out to the bridge completely nude? Well, who knows what the reaction to that would be, sure Var'meh_ Bla-ha- was nude, but Bruth^ie and (pseudo)Human bodies were quite different. There was actually a funny incident some time ago, where V/lair/e...<br/><br/>No no, she had to get ready for duty. Get in the Gunner mindset. Pew Pew. Sound effects played in her mind, sounds she positively<i>lived for</i>, even though the simplest child knew there were no sounds in space. But her computer station made sounds as feedback and that was good enough for her.<br/><br/>The Bucket threw on some old green military fatigues, not from her own service, but another one of her random outfits, this particular one snatched from under the nose of an Imperial grunt during... well she couldn't quite remember honestly. But it looked nice, made her look more fit for the job. Even came with a fake dogtag around her neck. Meaning no disrespect to the former Marine in the crew, she had all identifying badges and tags taken off of it so she wouldn't be 'impersonating' whoever used to own this or something. Probably disrespecting the former Marine in the crew, however, she did steal it in the first place. She also didn't bother spending time to find something to wear underneath it. Nor did she have much grace wearing it. V/laire/e made her way to the bridge only to slump down at her post's chair, kicking her legs up on the edge of her console. Light flashed and blinked before her, but she paid them no mind. She needed to know some details about the foreign vessel before she thought about slugging missiles around, so no point in getting worked up until then.