<div class="floatleft">(http://i57.tinypic.com/16ks1aw.png)</div><br/><strong>Name:</strong>Doct-R-NIK-1<br/><strong>Status:</strong>Serene. Stable. Suspicious.<br/><strong>Location:</strong>B3729 Sector PLX<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Orange IntSec individual, Others in Room<br/><hr/><br/>Doct-R-NIK-1 makes no hint of what he might do. Was he going to sit and wait until he was determined as unhelpful to friend computer? Certainly not. He was considering loyalty officer, as he had arrived promptly rather than all of these other commie sympathizers. The other one had taken that though while he was pondering the possibilities. The remaining options leave very little of desirable nature and he certainly wasn't the equipment guy, they had one of those coming. That apparently left him the task of Hygiene Officer. He took it, looked it over, cleaned any imperfections which might have been left on it from the previous owner, and then attached it to his jumpsuit in the proper manner. And the other one thought herself a good talker? Bah. He could talk circles around any of them, think circles around them, and certainly route paperwork that would destroy their primitive little lives. That was why he had been gloriously promoted to red, and he was not about to stop now.<strong>"We serve at the pleasure of Friend Computer. Please, my comrades, ensure that your badges are adhered cleanly to your uniforms."</strong>