"Oh, well. I just thought you'd want to be a part of this. Starting now we're working together. I'm your commanding officer." He shifted slightly at her question. He hadn't really thought about what she would think. Her entire being was built around taking orders. The longer Gallan was with Raz the more it began to sink in. The girl before him was not a soldier, she was a weapon. And she knew it.<br/><br/>"Well, Dr. Rose. Let's get right to it. My Mech should have been transported to your equipment bay by now. And unless Raz here can fly through space on her own, I'm assuming we're getting a personal transport ship?" Rose smiled at Gallan's statement, and nodded simply, looking over to the man who had previously timed Raz.<br/><br/>"Inform the engineers to prep the ship. We'll be down shortly." The man nodded and began a rather brisk walk out the door. Gallan watched him leave wordlessly. "Raz, you'll officially be taking orders from Agent Botrum. Agent, is there anything you'd like to set in stone immediately?"<br/><br/>Gallan waited a moment. He considered what could be his first words to his new consort. He looked at Raz, her face as blank as when she walked in, and spoke as-a-matter-of-factly.<br/><br/>"Raz, don't call me Agent Botrum. You either Rose," he gave the good Dr. A small wink, to which she smiled, her eyes widened in surprise. "Don't withhold your thoughts from me. If you have a question about my methods or the mission, ask."<br/><br/>Rose was taken aback. Now she understood why Gallan was chosen. He was not the most accomplished mech pilot, though arguably the best. He worked well with almost anyone. He knew how to handle this situation. She walked to the door, and motioned for Gallan to follow. "This way to the equipment bay. Your mission file will already be downloaded into your computer." Rose exited down a large hallway. Gallan followed, and looked back to Raz. He tossed his head in the Dr's direction with a smile, indicating for her to follow beside him.<br/><br/>They took another elevator to the lab sublevel. It opened to a docking bay of scientific proportions. Dozens of mechs and  experimental weaponry were being worked on by engineers of all ages and caliber. Dr Rose paid them no mind, and Gallan threw a few glances at anything that caught his eye. At the end of the hall was Enoch, Gallan's personal mech. He looked over his familiar red and white surface with relish. He stood in standby mode, his black helmet-like head staring blankly acrossed the room nearly a story and a half above their heads. He was standing next to a personal transport ship, big enough to store a mech horizontally in the hold. On Enoch's other side was a smaller vessel. Inside it held one seat, an odd water-droplet shaped exterior. It's glass was open, it's controls glowing their natural dull green color.<br/><br/>"You'll recognize your mech, i presume. This is a vehicle we have designed and synched with Enoch. When on a mission using Enoch, this ship can attach and detatch when needed so as to travel with you without complication. For Raz, you understand. You can leave when ready, and engineer will unlock the bay doors for you. I have other buisness to attend to, but Raz has already been uploaded with a knowledge of basic flight mechanics. It won't be hard for her to use."<br/><br/>Gallan waited politely for Rose to leave, and then turned to Raz. He looked the weapon up and down, studying her once more. He wondered internally what life would be like, traveling with her.<br/><br/>"Well, are you ready to go?"