[center][h1][color=00aeef]Ren[/color][/h1][/center]
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[center]Compliant. Mostly.[/center]
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Rento nodded in acknowledgment of everything Stryker said, then waited for SAL's assistance in removing the larger crate. Pound for pound, she matched SAL's strength, and when the crate was free, a she didn't even bother putting in a password. The crate unlocked itself  from inside and the second drone - a much larger male model construct, built similarly to Rento, sat up and climbed out. This machine, however, was much less animated and seemed to be running on a very simple AI routine, if its stilted motions were anything to go by. Both Rento and the new machine moved to follow Stryker wherever he lead them.

"I'm ready. Now... You're working for Alliance, hm?"

She leaned towards Stryker to examine his outfit. "Nice uniform. I didn't realize the Alliance offered so much wiggle room in their dress code these days. You sure you're not a pirate?"

Straightening up again, she continued. "Doesn't really matter, though. You've got an airlock and three people, and I don't even have a helmet on. What'll I be doing to earn my keep?"