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  He followed Grayson to the war room, careful to make note of how to get back to his room when the meeting was over. They had made it to the meeting as someone finished giving instruction to some sort of a bot. He gave a quick nod of confirmation when he was asked his name, and immediately got a rundown of their current mission tossed to him. He was there for about three minutes at this point and a plan was already presented to him for the raid of a suspected Federation outpost. He was to be on the team going in; hopefully less to shoot people, and more to make sure the people on his team didn’t die. He wouldn’t be much help in the department of landing a good hit. 

  With his role in the operation in mind and with no pressing questions on his job, he went back to Grayson. “So, you gonna suit me up with some better weapons?” he asked, putting his hand back on the one in his holster. “I’m starting to think I’ll need them for this next mission”. He’d also need to stock some more medical supplies into his bot; he’d have to head down to his room after getting set up to grab some medical equipment in case of an accident during the raid. Said bot had been tailing behind its owner silently, awaiting any input or requests.