<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/ztzn712.jpg)</div><br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">NAME:</span></strong>Mischa Harms (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=335654.msg15965217#msg15965217)<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">RACE:</span></strong>Human<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">OCCUPATION:</span></strong>Soldier<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">DATE:</span></strong>December 18th, 2174 CE<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">WEARING:</span></strong>Heavy armour<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">LOCATION:</span></strong>Docking Bay Victor 12<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">CONTENT:</span></strong>Mr. Roboto Says Go Fuck Yourself<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">TAG:</span></strong>Gale, Dr. Sam & Associated Mercenaries<br/><br/><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><br/>Indifference might suffice to describe Mischa's reaction to being described as a malfunctioning sex automaton. There was little to indicate that he had overhead the jibe tossed his way, or those that followed. They did not earn a rise from him, however, and his stoic and aloof detachment remained in place. All of its comfortable numbness remained in place despite the lack of engagement in combat, and Mischa enjoyed every moment in which he simply was not there.<br/><br/>The Spectre issued a new order, and Mischa acknowledged it.<strong>"Solid copy."</strong><br/><br/>And so Mischa approached the line of mercenaries where the doctor had joined them.<strong>"Your attention. The Spectre has authorized Dr. Samantha Adams and those mercenaries she personally vouches for access to the Corvidae. You are authorized to use the shower facilities and mess hall at present. Consult your omnitools for directions."</strong>The human said in a flat and emotionless voice. He tapped his omni-tool a few times and provided the doctor and the mercenaries with a layout of the ship and a glowing pathway appeared leading to the shower facilities and another to the mess hall.<strong>"Those mercenaries who are not personally vouched for by the doctor are to remain here pending further review."</strong>