<i>"ACHOO!"</i>The sound startled him, to no small degree, as the tech-priest tapped at the grill/filter of his rebreather unit.<i>"Hm, perhaps I should clean it sooner then schedualed..."</i>A slight shrugging of his shoulder given, causing his crimson robes to shuffle over his massive body before he returned to work. Ignorant of the miserable hours of work soon to be dropped on him in the firing range...<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>