The ex-Guardsman sung to himself what he remembered of a jolly tune he had heard years ago to ease his mind as he walked the streets, moving with a brisker pace after having seen a bunch of gangsters arming themselves and the savvier traders closing shop. He was old, at least for an ex-Guardsman, and he could recognize trouble where he saw it. ‘’Better pack up,’’ he mused. He didn’t want to fight for nothing – at least with an employer he could get paid for his troubles.  

After hearing a rather unsettling whirring voice not unlike what you’d hear from a Punisher Gatling Cannon preparing its deathly volley, Safi stopped and started to check his surroundings, standing in wait for a sudden burst of fire. He did not want to make a sudden movement and tip off whatever was preparing that. The sound came closer and closer, and as it did Safi was able to discern metallic thump-like footsteps. ‘’[i]A servitor?[/i]’’ He thought to himself. But the truth was far worse. ‘’[i]An Enginseer.[/i]’’ 

A rather disturbing mix of man and machine (although for Safi it was hard to see the man in it), robed in white, walked out from an alley, carrying some materials with the implants where his regular hands should have been, with a fifth limb, not unlike a metallic tentacle. Safi was able to deduce that the whirring came from the power tool attached to the fifth limb, since it seemed to buzz with energy. ‘’[i]What the fuck does it want?[/i]’’ He thought to himself. Maybe he didn't want to know.

‘’[code]YOU, GUARDSMAN. ESCORT ME TO THE STATION PORT.[/code]’’ The monotone sound of the ‘man’ was disturbing – then again, what wasn’t disturbing about this thing? At least it was going where Safi was going to go. Not wanting to disturb the walking horror, Safi decided to comply after a moment of pause. ‘’Yeah, alright, follow me.’’ And he started walking again. He figured he could drop the Enginseer by the entrance of the Station Port and get his things from his room before locking himself up in his room or leaving the planet.