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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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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.