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Humidity was hard on Nambulite's hair. It just wouldn't lay right on humid days, and all these horrible flyaways would pop up, and generally it was awful.

The Lieutenant had a bit more to worry about than the state of his hair, however. He had a quota to make, and while he had already nabbed some energy tonight, he was a little concerned with the rate at which it was coming in. He did not want to know what happened when people couldn't meet their quotas.

Something big and dark loomed on the horizon according to Nambulite's senses, but it didn't feel menacing. Something about it was almost comforting, like the kind of darkness one could go to sleep in. He took that to mean that one of his own was around, and a powerful one of his own at that. Wanting to sate his curiosity, he headed towards the darkness, letting it pull him along. Sure enough, there was a General at the source of it. "Evening, General!" he called out, waving casually. "Find anything interesting today? Senshi, Knight, anyone?"

Nambulite couldn't tell if he was being too relaxed or if this General was being rather formal. Maybe it was a trait acquired from all the time spent in the Negaverse. Also, the General was polite. He kind of expected to be put in his place, or something, but this was fine too. "Lieutenant Nambulite. Good to meet you, General." He let his disappointment at the lack of activity show, a frown etching into his features. "Really? No one's been through here? What a drag. I mean, sure, it makes gathering energy easier, but there's something satisfying about the idea of draining a senshi out of commission." Not that he had ever gotten the opportunity to do such a thing. He hadn't gotten a good enough of a handle on fighting to successfully corral anyone to go for the drain.

Nambulite couldn't help a twitchy little smirk when he was praised for his zeal. He had just started out, and he was already getting little kernels of praise from his superiors. That had to be a good sign. The mentions of capture and death wiped the smirk clean off though. "Death, huh... I feel like I should have something to say about that, but I don't." He wasn't exactly worried about the lack of sentiment; the Negaverse was supposed to fight senshi. There would undoubtedly be some casualties along the way. Instead, he drew his attention to the capture issue. "Capturing sounds like a better deal. They get to stay alive, we get a new ally. I bet it's pretty hard to get them to agree to it, right? Sometimes, self-preservation can be a real pain in the a**."

Honestly, Nambulite wasn't entirely sure where that last part came from, but it sounded about right. If he was going to make himself useful at his new "thing to do," he had get over not wanting any bruises on his pretty face. Maybe he'd been given those ridiculous heeled boots for a reason- the better to dominatingly stomp on people with.