Once more, the doorway swooshed open, and a towering figure dressed in thick, billowing red had to actually stoop down to get in. With one silver eye, and one red glowing optic lense, he peered around the room, a cresent shaped grill covering his nose and mouth, the hood pulled low. His feet made heavy thunks upon the deck as he walked, no trace of subtlty, though he moved with a practiced ease speaking well of a man who's shoulders were broader then a shotgun was long. A skull servo drifting through the air behind him, and two large, but distinctly different colored objects coils up against his back. In his left hand he walked with a metal staff, adorned with a machine of strange nature.<br/><br/>He stepped around the Servitors, making a point to respect their space and give them room. A curtessy he did not afford to the more human, as he bumped into Abida, and afforded her only a momentary glare from his mechanical eye.<i>"Captain." </i>He spoke up, voice a bizzare, buzzing sound, itself artifical,<i>"You have need of me?"</i>It was hard to tell if he was annoyed, or proudly loud. As the bundle of scarlet robes and resting metal came to a stop within staff's reach of Lady D'crox. His gaze focusing on her, and only her...<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>