<strong>Tiberius "Caesar" Mengsk </strong><br/><br/>Bring up the rear I was one of the last ones into the town hall, hitting the panel to close the door behind me. I scanned the entire floor and was thankful for an open space with no evidence of tampering or destruction. This was exactly what we needed, a place to rest, eat and raise or morale for a few hours. But that did not mean we would kick of our boots and play spin the bottle, there was much to do before Kilo could rest a moment.<br/><br/>Like the walking computer she was, Senjo was already off doing something, I wondered if she ever felt fatigue or hunger like us humans did. I did not have time to think it over, my attention still on the entry ways. The sooner this place was locked down the quicker we could ease the tension a notch or two. How long had it been since we dropped down? It must have been a half a day at least? I was not sure, my body  felt the pangs of hunger but the thirst was the worst of it.<br/><br/>I dug around for a pouch of liquid and sucked it down after my helmet came off. My hair was damp with sweat, I was thankful to have that damn helmet off and looked forward to removing the rest of the suit soon.<br/><strong>"I call that bench."</strong><br/>I grinned and pointed at the bench that looked wide enough to hold a man if it two of them were pushed side by side. So it seemed the wood shop was used to give the cold mechanized colony a more "homely" taste, complete with "dick head aliens" as Rome would say.<br/>No orders came from me, Sarge was calling the shots and I had no issue letting him hold the reigns a little longer.