Several noises outside the door, sounded like the footsteps of well trained guards. Likely a bit better trained than the ones that he had finished up earlier, not much of a problem. A voice chimed up and alerted him to a high ranking individual. LeeRoy didn't have to worry about the guards, the man was probably here to get a pin put on his chest that said: You killed an immortal, good job. For a moment LeeRoy believed the bluff about the spacial evacuation, but then looked around. There were clothes in here, and almost nothing but clothes. This wouldn't be a garbage shoot, it would have a lot more in the way of food scraps. And these clothes are in rather good condition, besides being dirty. The two words that LeeRoy really hated had been tossed into the Brass's bluff. "God emperor this, god emperor that. What is it with you extraterrestrials and speaking of god emperors. You know war isn't the way to peace, right? Of course not, most societies in space are barbaric and crude. Even with advanced technology you're little more than a bunch of Angry Gorillas throwing your shit at eachother. Huh, I guess that's why you're called the Angar-Ryllan Empire."

'It is sort of common.'

[i]Because society works in parallel, god emperors just seem to be the point that things like to reach. Luckily on Earth we had the Greeks, they put a stop to the God Emperor psychology real quick.[/i]

And to further insult the Brass he stood up and slowly crept towards the door, hoping they didn't hear him. "And besides mister man, this is a laundry room. Why would you have a way to suddenly eject your panties, ma'am?" It was at this point that the voidman was laughing hysterically, to be honest LeeRoy let out a few chuckles of his own. That was pretty funny. "And my last point." He spoke again, almost at the door, rifle at the ready. Making sure to stand about three feet away from the door to prevent the gun being grabbed from his hands too quickly. "If you know I'm immortal, which I'm sure you do at this point. Everyone seems to love that information. Then you have no chance of killing me. That's kind of in the repertoire of being immortal. So I'm willing to bed you're just some big bad brass ass who wants to prove himself as the biggest bad and bring back the head of an immortal to boast to your ugly alien friends."

LeeRoy readied himself for what was sure to be a fight that he wasn't going to enjoy, then again he didn't enjoy any fights. And the last fight he had gotten into had nearly gotten him dismembered, but that's another story. Alright, analyzing time. There are, most likely, a load of guards out there. There were lighter footsteps and then mechanical footsteps. Meaning that he had at least two power armored men out there with him, they would be harder to deal with. In all likelihood, however, they won't attack until he starts to feel his confidence slipping. So be prepared for things to get hectic late fight. Early fight, since he's assuming that this man is stronger than he is, LeeRoy would have to stun him first. With that thought in mind he plucked out two of the explosive plates and tucked them between his fingers, closing back his chest container. "Alright, buddy, I've just got one last question before you get yourself killed."

'Ooh, big tough guy.'

With that same unnecessary seriousness he spoke through the door. "What's your name, boy?"