Aboard the Khonsu

[Civil Servant]

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The five troopers assembled themselves together, departing from their rear guard and stellar observations to return with the leading two agents. All of them looked at eachother, conveyed some manner of body language whilst they shared glances, a conversation subtle to external observers... But likely rich in detail under their whispers. As they passed the security barrier they were all scanning about the ship, slight squeaks or even a turbulent hiccup of a ventilation fan. But to the sudden appearance of a transparent window and an Order agent had all their visors suddenly lasered their view onto him like tracking cameras. Like owls fixated on even the slightest movement while the lead pair upfront prepared themselves for commissioned formalities.

"Commander Hebel, its agreeable to make your acquaintance. I am Civil Servant, commander of the Platform and representative of the 'Damnatio Memoriae', but I'm sure your intelligence records already have taken account of that... This is Doctor Forlorn Hope, she'll be co-leading this assignment with me."

Civil Servant was the first to raise a hand, his right hand... Gloved by that flight suit and cold to the touch. He gave a single affirming nod followed an equally precision and single shake with the hand before letting go. Allowing for Hebel speak about the assistance that him and Doctor Hope were able to deliver from their external vehicular event.

"It is what we do... And there is no better way to study the Void, our people take pride in our ability to live within it."

Doctor Hope in the meantime had extended a hand out towards Chief Engineer Forbes and slipped her grip to give a atrociously strong grip and jittery raise and unbalanced drop in her own. Was this... Their handshake? But this was a night a day difference to the one Hebel had. But Doctor Hope didn't seem to mind or took no attention the layers of oils and grease she had just compacted into her flight suit glove, unbothered of how delicate that faded lilac embroidery was across her suit.l

"My name is Doctor Forlorn Hope, 'Damnatio Memoriae' specialist and medical officer. I want to thank you for allowing us the opportunity to work on these studies with others. I hope to help in gathering as much information about stellar studies as possible with you, Chief Engineer Forbes."

But as Commander Hebel continued, her and the rest of the team had their attention taken to the offer of having their carried equipment taken away...

They all huddled closely with each other, peering over shoulders but their gazing attention kept on Hebel. Again, it was a strange silent display where their slight head tilts, shakes and tightening grip around their weapon slings and webbing showed them assessing their hosts.

"Surrender our tools, they not think we care for them."
"Are they as untrustworthy as the archives say, or do they not trust us?"
"I think its an offer... We can always say 'No'."
"Really? Who watches that closet? Would they even care for them?"
"Take Hope's guidance on this one... Shes correct in requesting otherwise first."

"Commander, my team would be functional and operating at best knowing they were responsible for the equipment they carry and sustain. That way, we know where our tools are... And in turn, so do you."

The delivery of his response was clear cut, without much deviation in tone or stress on any words. It could be delivered as honestly as it could have been from him.

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