Name:Bazil Tiberius Rat<br/>Age: 77 human years<br/>Species: Genetically/cybernetically modified common black rat<br/>Rank:  General (Four-star, British), commander of 404 Rat Commando.<br/>Reason for being here: Unknown!<br/>Abilities: The superior ability to take lots of punishment. He's also a "natural" reformer- if someone grown in a tube can be considered to be a "natural" anything!<br/>Also has weapons training and close combat abilities.<br/>Personality: Hard-edged but, really, a nice guy. Is the first of his "species"<br/>Vore Preference: Prey to gentle females.<br/>Distinguishing features: Three  feet two inches tall. Black fur, running to grey across his muzzle. Deep red eyes that, in darkness, glow with the tiniest bit of ambient light, and he's always seen with a cigar. His right arm is a chrome cybernetic replacement that can be removed.<br/><br/>He wears a flak jacket and a green beret.<br/><br/>______________________________________________<br/><br/>Baz walks towards section V, his camouflage jacket and beret at least helping him fit in just a  little. He walks over to Scott, tail dragging on the floor as he looks around confusedly.<br/><br/>"So..." He asks, his voice a hardened, military-esque growl. "Where the yiffin' 'ell are we? And secondly, what the yiffin' 'ell am I doing here?"