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Ember kamura would go to his locker, opening it, The wolf would take a deep breath before looking at the contents, There was a heavy rifle, pistol,A small bag containing equipment, And.... That one necklage "How'd that get in here? I thought I lost it when those men tackled me" the wolf thought, It was a small plate of metal with a symbol painted on it, a small chain was drilled into it, allowing it to be used as a necklace, the wolf would put it around his neck,using his undershirt to conceal the symbol,there was also a different uniform/armour in the locker,A familiar hole was above the rear of it,A hole where the wolf would fit his tail through "Question, Are these Unis standard issue?"

"Mama, would tell me of for being rude; but in a family as big as mine finding alone time is hard hence why I retreated into the net." Said Kallisti sitting up on her bed. "Not sure why you're all here; whether you volunteered or volunteered but it probably best if we try to get along. Makes things more bearable if not quicker."
She swung he legs of the bed and stood. Tightening the arms of her jump suit round her waste as she did so. A simple chain necklace was close around her neck and the tattoo on her right breast was partially hidden by her top. She walked over to the medic and offered her hand.
"Buenas tardes médico I am Elvira Dolors Molina Rosales but everyone calls be Kallisti" She said with a polite smile. Turning to Britt she Asked "Ingeniero?"

"To a degree, if you don't recall the survey that you took prior to your recruitment, certain answers to certain questions, your gender, your age, and your personality will be taken as factors when giving out equipment"

Garner's profile is mostly clean, however there are many notes of his many, many refusals to participate in any scientific studies involving his odd reformation.

Ember would growl aggressively , Bearing his fangs "This is total B******, I said I wanted it grey and red,How long do I have to work for you sick ****s?" The wolf would slam his locker shut, His fur bristled into an angry look,The wolf would sit down on his bed The wolf would growl "I wanna get this over with..." The wolf would lay down, sighing "Anyone got cards...?" The wolf would stop wagging his tail "At least it's better than atlas"

"Yeah, no kidding" Torri commented to Britt, "... but I'm sure they don't all go like that..."

The medic turned to Kallisti, accepting the offered hand with a firm shake. "Nice to meet you, Kallisti. I think we..."

"This is total B******, I said I wanted it grey and red,How long do I have to work for you sick ****s?" Whatever pleasantry Torri was about to say was forgotten in a moment as the wolf started swearing and slamming his locker. And over the color of his uniform? She raised her eyebrows and exchanged a "can you believe this guy" look with Britt and Kallisti.

"Don't we all..." she glanced at the name on his locker, "...Ember."

Britt nodded in regard to Kalisti's question, "Sí, señorita." They flopped on the bed, laying on their stomach and propping their head up in their hands, "Engineer, oil-monkey, 'tech-wizard,' whatever they want to say I am, at least."

Finally, Britt just couldn't take Ember's sh*t any longer. Unlike Torri, though, they couldn't keep their mouth shut about it. They turned their head slightly, scowling, calling out to Ember, "Hey, dude, go take a walk if you're just going to stand over there yelling and complaining. I'm not here because I want to be here either, but you don't see me causing a scene about it." Was it a smart decision? No. No, it was not. Ember had weight and height on Britt, but Britt wasn't exactly renown for their great decisions. Plus, if the wolf went to pounce, well... that was probably against the contract and he might get tranqed. That'd stop his yelling, at least.

"LET ME GUESS!!!! DOES IT HAVE A SHOCK COLLAR IN IT?!?!" Yelled the wolf, the wolf's ears would quickly hear Britt,as if on cue he would get up and walk over,Staring him down,the wolf seemed as if he was going to throw a punch, His paw (Or fist) balled up in hatred. However the wolf would release his grip "Is it really that much of a problem?" the wolf would perk his ears down, before walking back to his bed. "Fine, I'll calm down, but I would like to know how long this contract lasts" the wolf would sit down on his bed "All I wanna do is get back to my Taolon…." The wolf would slowly lean back "I'm from Draconis... Where you guys from?"

Garner then goes blank faced for a few seconds before quickly getting up with his bag and heading towards the opposite end of the bunker where he grabs a message from a slot in the wall, he then quickly reads the message over, not saying a word before crumpling it up and throwing it down a chute labeled 'incinerator'. Following this odd sequence of events he promptly walks back and sits down on his bed silently, thinking to himself

"Go ahead, punch the kid two feet shorter than you. See how well that goes," Britt groused, unflinching when Ember approached in a huff, accustomed to people back on Oerbon flashing their weight around like it meant something. Yeah, sure, it might mean that Ember could knock Britt's lights out incredibly easily, but how well would that go for him?

"Section F Sub-section S, paragraph 8," Britt parroted under their breath when Ember returned to his bunk, because they didn't know when to just shut up "we're not allowed to know how long this'll take unless the board of representatives elect to do so."

Their eyes followed Garner as he walked the length of the bunker, grabbed a message, read it, crumpled it up and threw it in the incinerator. He seemed to be deep in thought, whatever was on that paper had gotten him thinking. "Everything okay, Garner?"

He snaps back into attention, although his tone is a mix of low key panic and uncertainty "Yes, yes just some words from the manager regarding..." he trails off for a few seconds "...cuts to the exploration department, our manager doubt this will affect us however" He seems as though he wants to give the details on this, but at the same time he doesn't

"Look, it's perhaps best we just sleep on it for tonight. It's getting rather late at the current moment and each of you need bed rest for whatever may or may not happen tomorrow, if any one needs me I'll be wandering around the barracks, I've had insomnia for the last few days and judging by how I feel at the current moment, I don't think I'll have any luck sleeping tonight"

He gets back up and walks out of the bunk room, and proceeds to wander around the hallways of the barracks while talking to himself under his breath, occasionally looking around to see if anybody is listening to him "Solaris? Why would they want to send us there...the last time we checked there all we found was rubble, corpses, and that odd artifact, what else can be there? And why would he breif me on something like that so close to staff cuts... oh Garner why did you accept to be team message receiver..."

"calm it you two or they'll have the médico spay you both in your sleep." Said Kallisti possitioning herself to intervene. "I've taken a look at the formula; it is complex bull**** but fighting either gets you more time or the long walk home."
She tried to present a clam controlled front but knew the odds were against her if things came to blows.

Torri, usually the one to try to be the peacekeeper, reasoned to Ember, "They probably CAN'T tell us yet. Cause they don't know. And won't know until we go find out for them what we're dealing with." She gave him a half-smile, trying to win him over, "I hear ya though. Not knowing how long we're going to be away bothers me too."

She glanced over at Garner as he walked out of the room, nixing her earlier theory about him being some kind of android. The emotions seemed real enough and what sense would it make for an android to get insomnia?

"What's he not telling us?" She walked over to the incinerator chute, checking to see if perhaps the crumpled message might have gotten stuck near the top...

Kallisti gave a quick glance round and counted the cameras. She carefully inflitrated the security systems an carefully edited out Torri's actions. After sorting that out she sideled over to the medic.
"Any luck?" She asked "I might be able to yank something from short term memory."

Britt, though begrudgingly, acquiesced to Kallisti's advice to "not fight." The threat of being spayed in their sleep didn't bother them one bit - would have to have any interest in having a family for it to have bothered them - but having to spend even more time paying off their debt to the company... that just wasn't going to fly.

While the ladies attempted to figure out what the paper had said, Britt glanced at the slot in the wall it had come from. Brow raised, they wondered if it was a printer-slot, like one of those ancient FAX machines their neighbor back in Oerbon had. They slipped under the blanket of their bunk, pulled out their mobile device, and checked to see if it had caught onto any electronic signals sent toward that slot, specifically if there were any they could replicate or send again to produce similar results. If there was, they'd take the opportunity. It was the company's own fault, really. Non-disclosure was a terrible practice.

The incinerator chute has straight smooth walls downwards, it would be impossible for anything to get wedged, even if Garner hadn't crumpled the note up.

The mail chute doesn't seem to have any remote system to it rather it seems to have a compressed air delivery system attached to it, like this matters anyway however, as the moment Britt attempts to check for it the screen of her mobile device goes black before a white line of text appears over it reading: "Please refer to section T of your contract regarding personal electronic use madam Harcrow, we do not wish to have to let you go for something so measly and petty".

"Nah, nothing" Torri shook her head. "Really? You could do that?" These tech wizards always impressed her.

"Else when Garner comes back, we'll try to get it out of him. What makes him so special to be privy to info we don't get? Are we a team or not?" Even Torri was beginning to get a little peeved. As far as she understood the structure, Garner was at the same rank as the rest of them, not their commanding officer.

"I'd advise you not to do something you shouldn't" The wolf would wag his tail ,grabbing his necklace and rubbing it with his claw, the wolf would yawn, looking at the strange piece of metal, the words ATLAS were written on it

Garner, after a long portion of time passes prior to him originally leaving, eventually finally arrives back in the bunker room. He looks like he had just finished a rather long argument with someone, and looks as though he had conflicts of interest while doing so. He then walks to his locker where he pulls out a small book containing the entire contract and begins skimming through it and when he gets to what he seems to have been looking for he gets a defeated look on his face before putting the book back and laying against the locker, staring at the floor while holding his head with his hand.

"Maldicion!... maybe not pneumatics don't have a chash to dump. could try to dig into the restricted files but we'll be where ever they're going to send us."
She slumped against the wall with a sigh.
"Dios sea maldito, I'm starting to think Papa might have been right about this." Said Kallisti looking up at Tori. "So why did you sign up?"

"Mostly cause the pay is better than the army," Torri answered Kallisti, but also looked at the other team members to include them in the conversation. Maybe if she shared a bit, they'd open up too. "Zach...that's my husband... and I are trying to get together enough cash and credit to buy a terraformed place back on Kepler. Ya know... the stereotypical dream of a yard big enough for some kids and some dogs. He took a higher paying gig too, working security for a shipping company. So hopefully soon..." she smiled, then shrugged.

"How 'bout you?" she asked Kallisti, giving Garner a sideways glance as he returned.