I stood resolute as the mob petered out, realizing that they could only get away with what there were no witnesses to. None of them counted, the many would only pervert the words of the few, if left to their devices. One of them watched me as they walked off...for what...hrmm
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The otherwise refined frame of the nightmare operative whirred strangely as they reached up to their mask. "Hm?" The commented, the soldier hesitating as 'Kess' pulled their mask off. "Like what you see~?" she coos; their face turned away from the other two as what looked like plates of their face flew to the sides in a cross split. A violent sheering and grinding noise sending a few sparks in their direction causing them to stumble and utter an audiable "Holy- oh geez-!" before running off ahead of the others, slightly, steeling glances back, once. The face plates snap back into place.
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On that note, I close my recording log I had been taking of the event before signing and submitting it to editing in the time it took for me to turn to face the one who would be-
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'Jack' stood at 5'7 and was known for their 'lucky' bomber jacket (lost in the blast) and a gas mask which had been modified to serve as a coms hub, blast shield and a gas mask believe it or not. The request for the mask came in response to workplace harassment for Jack's otherwise feminine appearance. It is also the supposed reason there was enough of Jack to salvage. The new 'Nox' frame is arguably an upgrade; at the very least, providing options for dealing with such disrespect. 
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"John Faceur..." My tone laced with an ill-deserved familiarity, having never been formally acquainted as I extended a hand to shake, replying while taking off my mask, "I imagine I have quite a bit of thanks to give you, then, vote winner. The records have me as Halavan Jack. I go by 'Kess', now..." I say, I had spent quantities of time during my recovery reading my profile; Detailing the damage leading to a 93% reconstruction of my self. Taking a look at my squad mates, I figured it was a standard of being a nightmare.
A bit here and there, and I bet they may look human...heh...