Anything else?<br/><br/>"Yeah, where does Battle Armor fit in in that pyramid?"<br/><br/>The voice came from the doorway, a bit roughed as if its owner had a really soar throat. The owner himself was rather shorter than the average, his limbs fleshed out with the sort of thin but strong cords of muscle that a martial artist or dancer would have. In this case it was both. The traditional silver edged dark green uniform of the Capellan Confederation might have caused him trouble while he tried to make his way into the Artos facility, the company being a Fed-business, but a quick mouth and a sort of disarming charm was his main weapon of choice in that sort of situation. Once upon a time he had been very conservative with his smile, seeing as he were missing a tooth in each jaw underneath a viscous scar across the left side of his lip, but he had come to terms with the fact that even with that out of the way he would still have a big fuck-off scar across the bridge of his nose and cheeks as well. He took a step inside and gave a friendly nod and a wave to the officers. Saluting and appropriate conduct around officers was not part of Janos Ilyich Wu curriculum.<br/><br/>"I got tired waiting for you all back at the Redoubt, so I thought I'd swing by and see how you are doing. I see you have passed the traditional first abuse from Ranna and Erich." The Chief of R&D had been away for a few years now, but he slouched down into an empty seat and gave all the familiar faces a broad smile like he had never been away at all. He was just about to put his feet up on the table when Walter cleared his throat, which exchanged his happy demeanor for a stone-face as he pulled his boots down to the floor.<br/><br/>"Good to see you, Janos. Now, to continue the debrief..." Walter looked around the table. "Ivan?"