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The Flagship. What a grubcluster that had been. Engrav sighed softly, thoroughly exhausted from going into space, fighting zombies, coming back down, and going back into space again and again. He'd never imagined that space would be so... claustrophobic.

Still, he'd made good time up there. Lots of that was due to the efforts of the blueblood that had selected him for several missions, Static. Engrav wasn't sure why. Maybe there was something in his profile that had made the yellowblood stand out? If so, he had to find out what it was and try harder to make it more subtle. Engrav hated being singled out. At least when he wasn't trying for it.

The blueblood wasn't particularly hard to find. Engrav knew who he reported to, and then he simply had to ask a few passing trolls to direct him to Static's quarters. Engrav caught the military troll just as he was heading out the door from his cabin, and called out ahead.

"Hey! Static. Been meaning to talk to you."

Engrav Setlar

"Er," the yellowblood said, caught a little bit off guard. He threw something like a salute to the military troll, although his metal arm pulled him a bit off balance. Then he sighed, relaxing just a little. "I just wanted to thank you. For, you know, watching my back up there." Engrav shuddered a little, remembering the tight quarters and crowds of milling daywalkers. He might not be fast, or all that strong, but he'd liked to think he could hold his own. It had taken the military operation to show him just how wrong he really was.

"I was wondering... What kind of training do you guys undergo? When you enlist? What is that like?"