Opal was walking around Research Station Delta, or 'RSD' which she had shortened it to, in full uniform. The uniform was pressed down neatly, the only major difference to other guards' uniforms being the tiny hole that her tail hung from, the grey tail swaying from side to side as she walked around RSD. Her weapon was pressed tightly against her chest, as she found that to be a better place for her to put her weapon while she was on duty, as it greatly reduced the chance of the weapon accidentally forcing her to say goodbye to her tail because of the blade, which was sharpened to the point where a prick could draw blood.
"Everything checks out." Opal mumbles as she walks from one part of the station to another, her soft, silky voice having a barely noticeable tinge of annoyance in it. Opal preferred -even if it was more dangerous than guard duty at times- to be on a planet, in the heat of combat. Sometimes she liked peace, but right now she was feeling edgy. After a few seconds of thinking about this, she sighed, and unclenched the fists she didn't realize were clenched. "You know what, it's time to have a little break. I need to calm myself," Opal mumbles. She takes one last look around, then begins to walk to the cafeteria, the blade on her weapon glinting as she walks.