[color=00a651][color=00a651]Rho-Hux[/color][/color]

*[i]The unreliable narrator is strong with this one[/i]*

For a moment, as Rho-Hux wandered the twisted halls of chitin and metal, a thought crossed his mind. This wasn't something the Empire would design. Then again, he hadn't been in an official Imperial vessel for years, but just how many years alluded him. Two, five, ten, more than that? Just then, in the corner of his eyes, there was an enemy! It was human wearing Intranszjednota armor. He had somehow infiltrated their vessel! Even worse, he was mocking Rho-Hux by waving at him! However, just before Rho-Hux could reach for his weapons, he reminded himself of the mission. *[i]They were pretending to be part of the Intranszjednota. To throw off any unwanted attention to the Empire. [/i]* Rho-Hux looked back at his human ally only to see he had disappeared. Did he just walk off rudely, or did he have a job that required his attention? Was there ever even a human there, or was Rho-Hux remembering a lost soldier he once worked with? How many humans had Rho-Hux served with, how many did he command, how many did he kill on the other side of the war, and which war? Rho-Hux stopped thinking when he looked around again and asked a question he should have asked a long time ago.

"Where am I?"

MAKE YOUR WAY TO THE DESIGNATED ROOM.

The lost and confused gealtirocht transformed back into Rho-Hux as he remembered all the locations of the base that had been provided to him. He was going to be given a mission, another chance to display his family's generations of efforts to train scouts, killers, and commanders. He ran past the med bay, only briefly noticing the human in there as he crossed the docking bridge into the new vessel. The closer he got, the more he overheard. Shouting. Someone was upset about a conflict. Perhaps it was a stealth mission that went astray. A new voice spoke of a vrexul support squad that arrived an hour earlier than what had been planned weeks ahead of time. So we had Commanders who disagreed and squabbled with each other, plans that fell apart almost instantly, and an operation in which stealth was more of a suggestion than a requirement. It was just like that when he was first drafted. Clearly, the commanders brought in through nepotism alone had yet to be weeded out. The fallout was always messy, but the warriors that survived and proved themselves would be capable of moving the Galaxy. How old was he when his sergeant had his head blown off mid-way through a speech about his medals? Oh, that didn't matter; what Rho-Hux remembered was that he had used his etheological powers in true combat for the first time not long after that. 

It had been some time since he had done so, and he wondered if he could still do it. Rho-Hux forced his body to tighten and his circulation to slow down as he channeled his Ethereology powers to silence his movements. No heartbeat, no footsteps, no breathing. He could have activated his Octopus armor, but then he would risk looking like a spy. Right now, he was where he needed to be, he just hadn't caught anyone's attention. 

Rho-Hux watched the end of the argument from a distance. He was missing too much context for his liking, but time would tell if the Human or the Invictoid were in the right. When the Invictoid invited the group to follow him, Rho-Hux snuck behind, waiting to see if someone would notice him. He would make his presence known soon, he just wanted to exercise his powers and see if anyone was able to spot him. It would be useful to see any weaknesses in his technique and his new squad's capabilities. They were brought to a room with a strange device that asked questions about the team's last mission. A middle-aged male Voidhanger answered. From the way he talked, Rho-Hux could recognize he was another seasoned veteran. This organization seemed to have an eye for experienced talent after all, although Rho-Hux questioned the OSLF patches. The others in the group included an Unztadtlige​ who was recording this meeting, a Tarrhaidim, a female Voidhanger, and some odd black sphere that Rho-Hux wasn't sure about. 

Regardless, he had been a ghost for long enough. He returned his vitals to normal, and his body and mind relaxed as he acted as though he had just entered the room.

Rho-Hux stepped forward and gave his family's traditional bow, which involves kneeling on one leg while bending one's head to the ground. 

[color=00a651][color=00a651]"Former Major Rho-Hux of house Lorreas. At your service and mercy. Pardon my abruptness, but I was ordered to arrive here, and I have a few questions. Did this informant go by any names or alias? Were there any checks involved to ensure they weren't a spy? Had the party been informed they would be meeting this supposed informant before the mission? Either way, it is very concerning to hear someone had hacked into our channels when we're supposed to be an undercover operation."[/color][/color]