A familiar voice crept over the intercom, the General's, and called away the woman. With her she took the data card and two of the four guards. There was still a pair of them just outside, and they were certainly cutting an imposing figure. The chances of his landing suit standing any sort of a chance against their war suits would be slim to none, so there was no running out of here. Above him there were likely surveillance cameras observing his every move. Alright, the layout is pretty set. LeeRoy's not going anywhere any time soon. This room was basically a prison cell, the only viable exit was blocked by two people who could probably rip his arms out at the socket. 

'You could build a suit of that armor right?'

[i]If I had the resources.[/i]

'Why not just ask the guards where the armory is?'

[i]Because that'd be stupid.[/i]

'What are they gonna do, kill you?'

[i]Alright, you make the plan.[/i]

'Ask them where the armory is, and tell them like. I dunno, you need to know to improve the performance of their weapons. Or something like that, they look like big dumb brutes, they'll probably fall for it.'

[i]This isn't going to go as well as you think it will.[/i] LeeRoy raised his hand and waved to one of the guards outside, trying to get their attention.Hoping that this might actually work, dumb luck pays off sometimes. "Uh, hello? Yeah, you, guard. C'mere, I need to ask a couple questions. If I am really to help the Angar-Ryllan Empire I need a bit of information. I'm here to improve your technology guys, that's what I do. So where's the stockpile of weapons and armor, I could improve their performance at least seventy five percent. At least." 

'Could have worded it better.'

[i]Yeahp. I could have, that wasn't worded too well.[/i] LeeRoy actually crossed his fingers at this point, putting his faith in one of the most childish gestures.