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"TARS" - ♂ - Taskforce Captain - Form
Tags: Wren - Jaxon - Cafeteria └─────────────────────────────────┘
His mind wasn't worried about Jaxon. He knew the man had tendencies to act out at times. He was one of the men he had to watch with a careful eye. One wrong move and it was all over, the entire machine was compromised. He needed his team to be just like him, and he hoped that with enough training and enough regulations..
They'd end up just like him. Emotionless.. machines.. the perfect weapon. There was no telling what could happen.
He was daydreaming again. His screensaver stopped and he blinked and watched as Jaxon returned to the group. He was currently standing still, behind his chair and gripping the back of the seat with his hands. His left began to type again on the chair as Wren spoke up about the rebel activity. He was reminded of the itinerary.
"Not any more than usual. Unfortunately they have gone quiet for a time." he explained with a nod as he tapped on the chair a few times. He seemed quite content with the multitasking.
"We have not picked up any traces of a base yet. That will be our first mission. But until we find a base we cannot.. eliminate.. the ants at the queen." he exhaled for a moment and rolled his head, cracking a few 'joints'.
The man sat there silently, watching the opposite wall, his hand hesitating in typing anything else. It was almost as if he were listening.. or watching.. something..
Back to reality, the strange man looked toward Wren and Jaxon once more.
"But I'll be sending out a party today for the search. I do believe I have an idea as to where to look this time. I understand I say that a lot but I really.. really think we're narrowing down the search."
His finger tapped once on the chair and with that, he grasped the chair with both hands and pulled it out so that he may sit back down in it. The itinerary was in the process of being printed out. He focused his attention on the two with him now.
"You two are some of my best. You must know I take pride in my squad. I appreciate the understanding. Not many would be so inclined to stick around someone of my kind." he said while slowly tilting his head to the side. Red eyes watching the two before him.
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Tacet - ♂ - Loner - Form
Tags: Xylas - Mess Hall └───────────────────────┘
He scoffed. Never fought.. in a real fight before. Well that was just .. unbelievable. If this man only trained in fake fights, where he wasn't fighting for his life.. then he wondered how he would fair when the taskforce were after him. He smirked a little and shrugged.
He tapped his nails on the table and watched Xylas as he spoke. He just had this permanent smile on his face as he narrowed his eyes at the other and listened to him speak.
"Right. I mean.. we'll see. I myself am in your same boat. I've never been in a real fight before. Real meaning.. against someone who was trying to kill me, or capture me." he shrugged while getting his body off the table and stretching, before leaning back in his chair and sitting loosely. Michael came up and gave Xylas a note. He made a face. He was sitting sideways in his chair with one arm draped over the back of his chair and one leg itching to be propped up, but he kept it where it was.
He looked over at the paper and the playing cards and wondered what.. even were they for? Anyways.. he ignored what had just happened. Nobody ever gave him notes.. hmph...
"I've beat up a few dudes back home. They were after me and my family for like.. our money and stuff. Always after my sisters. I don't get it why bad guys always try and get the girls and the money.." he sighed while rubbing the back of his head and then, his chin
"Maybe if anything happens I'll see if I can join you. Perhaps we could spar or something. I'm not useful in any other sense so, I might as well start doing something again." he grinned
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