<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/b/b2/Redoveralls.jpg)</div><br/><strong>Name:</strong>Bat-R-REE<br/><strong>Status:</strong>Waiting impatiently for the Badge adhesive<br/><strong>Location:</strong>B37(lots of numbers) Briefing Room<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>OPEN<br/><hr/>Bat had seated himself at the very end of one of the rows of stiff backed chairs.  That way he could keep a protective hand on the handlebars of his bike throughout the orientation.  (Because of course he brought it into the briefing room with him, are you kidding me?  What, was he just going to leave in the hallway where anyone could place their grubby mitts on it?  Not likely!)  There was a grave look on his broad flat face as the woman gave her speech, nodding when it seemed appropriate, agreeing where it seemed appropriate to agree, which was everywhere, pretty much.<br/><br/>When it came time for badges he was slightly irked to find a distressing lack of punching or bicycle-related duties on offer, which were his chief skills, honed from years of practice.  Clearly troubleshooting was going to stretch him to his very limits.  Bat was ready though, and took the Loyalty Badge without a grumble of complaint.  How could you go wrong with a badge that stated your loyalty upfront?   It seemed like the obvious choice, so much so that he wondered why the others had avoided it.  Was there something about Loyalty they didn’t like the sounds of?  Suspicious.<br/><br/>That was the way he had to think now.  Actually that was the way he thought most of the time, anyways.  He was pretty sure he would be good at sniffing out disloyalty.  He already had this Vict woman in his crosshairs.  It seemed highly suspicious to him that she had been selected for leader when it seemed obvious to Bat that Bat would have been the best choice.   Myst was a more difficult case.  She was clearly enormously clever -- he still couldn’t quite figure out why she placed a chair on her lap during the briefing; that was the kind of high level thinking he was dealing with here -- and cleverness was not to be trusted.  So far though she had harnessed it in the service of Friend Computer.  She’d require close watching though.<br/><br/>At least he was certain he could trust the one applying the Happiness badge to his overalls.  Everyone knew that a happy clone was always a loyal clone.<br/><br/>Or was it the other way around?