[i]Humans. Disgusting. Perverted. Oppressive.[/i]

Magnus chewed quietly on a salad-serving of 3 Tier anti-depressants; a medical must for the Mesocricetian with a few identity issues. His pupils, camouflaged by the overall blackness of his eyes, darted from one "colleague" to the next, all the while the human Vice Admiral carried on with his dramatics. A brief thought entered Magnus' mind to kill them all - he could do it! It'd be easy. Chomp on the grizzled little man next to him, who was doing everything he could to avoid the Mesocricetian's gaze, bound over the table and chew a guard to death. He'd get shot a bit, sure, but he'd have time to grab a -

The thought was struck from his mind like a rogue card from a deck. Courtesy of his beloved Behavioural Inhibitor, and the defacto cause of his current nightmare.

It was a tough life to live; being born to be something, only to have some piece of finite alien technology cancel out any instinctual endeavours at every turn. After his rampage on Meso, Magnus had come to understand the dreaded "10%" - the Mesocricetians who refused the behavioural inhibitors, and lived on the far fringes of society under careful observation from Meso's security forces. 

Sure their lifespan was about 5 years or so, owing to the high fatality rate of a never ending death match, but at least they were [i]free[/i]. How he lon-

His mind ran blank again, and he silently cursed the void in his thoughts. 

During his reverie, it appeared that the old bastard had departed. Magnus hoped his words weren't of importance, and were only confined to drama, because he'd taken none of it in. There was talk of terrorists, and a planet he hadn't heard of - that was when he zoned out. What else was there to know? He and his "colleagues" would be thrown into some asshat of a situation, with gun in hand, and told to kill or be killed. Magnus had no trouble with killing, in fact, one of the guards' pistol holsters was undone. If Magnus could get to him, in one fluid movement, he co-

Nothing. 

"Urgh," Magnus grunted, unaware he had made his displeasure audible. He quickly worked his blunder into an intelligent statement. "Magnus Blackclaw. Systems Engineer, specialising in robotics; I'm the mindless drone that programmes and maintains a dockyard's conveyor and automated systems. That's all you get to know. Now when do we get this shit over with?"