With skewed eyes, Rose surveyed the room. The room had such a clean feel to it, everything was white and clean cut. Not a single jagged or squiggly line was to be found in this room; they were all sharp edges and straight lines. The pristine perfectness of the conference room left him slightly perturbed. He was used to the musty and dirty cement jail cells and the fumes and fervor of the Iron Jungle, this bright white perfect conference room was an unwelcome change.

Rose glanced to his left, and then to his right. On his left was some [url=http://www.roleplayerguild.com/topics/76639-the-galactic-ocean/char#post-2408702]broad[/url] with silky blonde hair and silky smooth skin. To his right he found a man with scars jutting through his face, running deeper than rivers. 

Alas, it was his turn to give his introductory speech so he stood up and took a good look at everyone in the room. He was taking them in, analyzing their worth, in the way that only he did. "My name is Jack Rose, but, please, call me Rose. I have an extensive knowledge of chemicals because I slung dope back in the day. I'm here because some asshole in command thought it would be a good idea to give me a gun and free reign," he said adamantly, and proceeded to sit down.