<div class="floatleft">(http://www.fadingray.com/concept/scifi%20soldier.jpg)</div><br/><strong>Location:</strong>Underworld 66<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>No one<br/><br/>The Colonel sat hunched over his small cocktail table, his armored forearms pressed against the surface.  His helmet was off, so everyone could see how devoid of expression his jagged countenance was configured.  He sat unmoving.  He never moved.  He never took a sip of the Nagashean Sunrise before him.  He never looked at anyone.  He simply sat, and radiated an unprejudiced hatred towards everyone.<br/><br/>But he was prone to violence.  And he wanted someone to do something stupid.