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[When the feed cuts on, it's later in the evening, well after the first day of Rocket training, and thus Emet-Selch is not wearing his uniform while in his little dormitory. What he is wearing is far more extravagant. Yes, he took the time to put that thing back on, he wasn't about to suffer the alternative longer than what was necessary. Of course there are likely those who saw him in that most abhorrent uniform, if others were in training or aiding in the training that is. All of which he's been entirely quick in mastering, almost as if he's already...mastered such trivial skills. He has, and plus some.

Regardless, that's not what this is about. Well, it kinda is, actually.]

Good evening, I am Solus zos Galvus—your newest recruit to this fine organization of unscrupulous villains. Certainly prompt with the training, aren't they? That sort of rigid discipline I can most certainly respect—after all, with poor foundation, you cannot expect aught else but for everything to come crumbling down around you.

[He settles back in his seat, resting his elbow on the desk he's clearly sitting at, cupping his cheek with the palm of his hand as he lazily gazes into the feed.]

Regardless, such training is wasted on one such as I, but I understand rules are rules, and even I am no exception. [There's the slightest edge of annoyance to his tone, but it disappears as he continues.] Regardless, 'twould do us well to know each other properly, wouldn't you agree? So come, introduce yourselves to me. For I will know each and every one of you, as well as what rank you hold—what skill sets you have, and so forth.

If I am to familiarize myself with this team, to know which holes my expertise should rightly fill, then I must take your measure.

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Well hey there buddy!

What the hell is going on, years and there's like no transfers over here and all of a sudden I can't shake a stick without hitting a transfer grunt.

Pro-tip: don't take this pathetic excuse for a functional organization that seriously. The admins? They do not give that much of a shit about you. Or any of us, really.

Me, on the other hand? I'm Handsome Jack, the highest ranking dude around here, you defer to me. And I do give a shit. So actually, you're the one who should be telling me your skills and how you might be useful to my team. Ask anybody on this network, I take care of my people.

There he is, the man I have heard oh so much about.

[The way he talks, it's about a fifty-fifty chance he's being genuine, or sarcastic. It's really hard to tell.]

Worry not, I had no designs to take this organization any more seriously than what was truly necessary, but your counsel is duly noted. It does my heart good to know that, in the face of our indifferent masters of sorts, that one among us truly cares about his fellow transplants, ready and willing to take the reins of leadership. Yours is a soul most compelling, and thus I can see why the others flock to your stalwart guidance.

But, I do suppose you have the right of it, folly of me to ask the others of their own expertise while withholding mine own. I am a man of science and knowledge, an engineer of sorts. I have experience with—and even invented—technologies that far exceed the paltry standard of this star. I do suppose it is worth mentioning that from whence I have been spirited away, I served as Emperor to my people, bringing about their technological revolution, as well as their rise to power in our most uncaring star.

Of course, that is but the start of my lengthy résumé.

Well you're a verbose bastard, aren't ya?

Oh...Oh buddy. I got some rough news for you! As one former tech savvy empire head honcho to another....you're in for a bad time here. Get ready to beat your head against every available flat surface for the next year or two. If the ridiculously uneven and incomprehensible tech level here doesn't get you, the impossibility of how what passes for a government or bureaucratic system somehow works will. Gimme a call when it drives you to drinking, I know all the best places.

But yeah, you seem like you've got a working head on your shoulders, I don't think you need the usual run down of 'don't get caught, don't be a moron' yadda yadda yadda.

[Emet looks amused by the distinction, he is a bit of a talker, yes. However, the news about the technology doesn't seem to faze him one bit. Mostly because he doesn't believe a mortal man's capabilities could ever compare to his own. While Handsome Jack might have gotten stumped, it's only to be expected that he would fail where an immortal being like himself will succeed.

However, the news about the government and the bureaucratic system is likewise something worth keeping in mind. What with originating from a time where everything functioned more or less on utter and total bureaucracy, he's left to wonder what pale imitation this world has. Likely similar to the sort the mortals he's familiar with have, no doubt.]

Duly noted. Should I find myself in such despair from the apparent failures you promise will come my way, I'll be sure to seek your aid in drowning my sorrows. Regardless, I would see to what ends I might advance this worlds technology, lowly though it is.

And yes, I know well how to keep my head low and my schemes to the shadows. You need not worry about me causing any unnecessary ruckus.

Good luck to ya. There's labs and shit on base, knock yourself out.

That's pretty much what I ask of everybody! Don't get caught, don't cause problems, turn in your quotas. Try not to piss off the admins, we don't need'em looking too closely at us.

I most certainly shall.

Has that been a problem in the past? Those uncouth enough to out themselves, thus bringing trouble to our most glorious team's doorstep?

Eh, not for a while. Like years.

Been a lot of change ups around here, let's just put it that way.

I can only imagine how chaotic such inconsistencies have been, buuut... you seem the sort that can handle such disarray with, well, not exactly grace, but perhaps poise.

Just be glad you're coming in now, not a few years ago. Bunch of idiot, bleeding heart kids who jumped ship in the worst way possible, unstable asshole who couldn't deal with authority...oh, and Dumpster Boy. The friggin ten year old who lived in a dumpster was the best of the lot. And he wasn't that great. Could not keep that kid in a boat.

You ever try to flee in the middle of the open ocean on a wild, angry whale while carrying a freaked out, half feral ten year old? It sucks.

[Amusement dances on Solus' face at the mental image, and honestly? His imagination is absolutely pristine, so he can imagine it to near perfection, if not for the lacking visual details.]

For all my life experience, I cannot say that I have. I will gladly take your word for it, though, and hope I shall never know first hand its tribulation. I do suppose this realm seeks to reward you for your toiling, by handing you competent pieces to play with now.

Yeah, no, I don't think Space Llama pays that much attention.

And here's the thing...Somebody's pulling a job I think is cool, I'll get in on it. Robot needs building, I'm there! Want some wheels greased for a choicer position? I got ya. Occasionally I offer some advice, roll out the welcome wagon when we got a newbie...and I fix problems when they pop up.

Other than that I don't care what general transplants you do. This whole organization is stupid and I'm not about to waste my precious time and energy with thinking of stupid Rocket bullshit for all you people to get up to. I've maxed out my promotions, and I've got other stuff going on.

Nay, I meant not in total compliance with the desires of this organization, if one were to be so generous to name it such. Moreover, as you've said, now there are those of which you can rely upon, other than merely yourself.

Be it with this farce of a crime consortium, or your own personal projects. 'Tis plain you've rightfully earned their admiration, and such standing within this misbegotten team of misfits affords you a pliant pool to draw from should the need arise.

Much better than the feral children you had before, yes?

You didn't know Dumpster Boy, that kid had his uses. Everybody does, if you look at'em long and hard enough.

But then again you just got here, you don't actually know that much about any of us.

Oh, most certainly so, 'tis merely a matter of balancing such use with the proverbial headache their frustration causes.

Right, such I plan to correct ere long, worry not.