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The room was dark and torrid, and the air was dry, and Ambrose was bored as all get out. They had closed all the doors and windows and left to soak in their poor hygiene. They took a sip from a metal cup. They would have prefered paper, but they didn’t seem to understand the concept of reusing anything; their floor was littered with the other cups.They reminded him of his recent escapades on earth. The bitter liquid in the container had gone cold. Ambrose did not hesitate to rid it from his mouth.He spoke aloud for the first time in minutes, with a string of gibberish, unintelligible in any language. He glanced around the room, ignoring the layer of cups covering the adamantine metal floor. The heaters placed haphazardly in the corners of the office would make anyone with a normal tolerance for heat feel like they were being baked, but Ambrose felt a shiver crawl up his back through his spiny tail.
”it’s. Too. cold,”he grumbled as he removed his feet from the desk.
The lack of open windows and the soft crimson glow of the heaters made the metal office reminiscent of a giant toaster oven. He thought to himself, maybe one day the room would eject him like burnt terran pastries. He reclined in his chair and listened for the buzzing of the engines, but all he heard was soft footsteps approaching his door. He stiffened in his chair and halfway stood up in an attempt to appear busy. The door swung open by itself, and seconds later the small shape as his youngest crewmate and sort of apprentice appeared in its frame.They stared at him with their triad of blank eyes and strange spirally eye, projecting the sort of defiant confidence only a teenager could wield. Amber remained half standing for a few seconds, then opened his mouth.
“I-”
“It stinks in here. And it must be 1,000 degrees!”
remarked Perii.
“Uh-”
They jammed a button on the wall, and the room instantly filled with light. Amber’s blank yellow eyes went wide and then squinted as he nearly fell over, and would have, had it not been for the tinted visor covering his eyes, and the stability his tail provided.
“Anyways, Kragg received a transmission from Coaltl. MACE is active again in our sector, and it may have something to do with a recent case.”
Amber finished standing. He tried not to smile and the resulting expression sent his 4-eyed companion into a fit of psychic laughter. Despite this, he confidently strode over to the square wall panel and retrieved his belt, containing his daggers, his two small pea-shooters, and his keycard.
Perii looked up and down Amber’s frame. If they had any, it was abundantly clear they would have raised an eyebrow.
“I didn’t finish telling you about it.”
Amber turned, halfway through the door. He tossed a small comm device to Perii; It halted to a stop in midair and they plucked it from where it rest and affixed it behind their ear.
“Come on Perii, you can finish briefing me on the way to the landing bay.”
They followed, their white hair oddly drifting behind them.
Ambrose thought about Perii, and how quickly they had adjusted to the mohawks’ lawless way of life since they joined a while ago.They obviously had the technical skills to be a full fledged member, and with more experience they may even lead their own division.
But for now at least, they fell into pace just behind amber, and began explaining the details of the case.