[color=00a99d][b]"Tch..."[/b][/color] Nov scoffed as he downed the last of his scotch through his visible human mouth and placed the empty glass on to the counter, [color=00a99d][b]"I swear there's a phrase for that kind of nonsense and a one-word summary is too easy use."[/b][/color]

Picking up his PDA, he shifted through the dossiers again, catching up on the latest soon-to-be arriving personnel. He only had a minute to himself once more until a new job notice flashed on to the holographic Job Listings board. With still plenty of time to kill before his rounds would start, Nov fancied his curiosity to the board; he was a community serviceman after all. Though what he found though wasn't quite as friendly as he anticipated. The notice detailed a hunt of the Forgotten; living results of time-ingrained horrors almost too unimaginable to contemplate. Currently believed to hold no negotiable sentience and confirmed highly aggressive and hostile on numerous occasions, it was almost law to shoot one such creature on sight just as a safeguard for anyone nearby.

[color=00a99d][b]"Before I got re-assigned from Europa Station, I recall hearing - don't quote me - about the first humans who stepped back on Earth arriving armed, specifically to clear out the site for New York 2.0 of these things."[/b][/color] Nov briefly paused to oversee those gardening as the notice too, apparently being rather sketchy and loud at the same time, [color=00a99d][b]"This was supposedly before the first wave of the actual colonists were shuttled down...And ambiguously before or after the CRM even deemed the planet remotely habitable."[/b][/color] 

Waiting to see if anyone would catch onto his conversation hook, Nov eyed the new arrival of three Huxen, naturally suspicious of anyone in not-so civilized attire with matching behavior to boot. Then again, the knight looking fellow would have fallen into this same suspicion if it were not for his almost elder-like demeanor. Luckily for him though, it was hard for anyone to guess what Nov was looking at as his thick visor hid his true eyes away and easily tracked anything around 180 degrees in front of him and thus allowed the cyborg to keep his physical focus causally in one place.