PLX-395
PLX-395 awoke as a dose of stimulant was administered to his cerebrum via a long, thin needle. The needle came from the thick cable that attached him to the make shift sleep pod he had fashioned for himself. It was composed mostly of cushions and a life support system he had managed to salvage from his crashed escape pod. They were the only parts he had managed to salvage, save for large pieces of the pods casing and shields. He had used these to form the sleep pod itself. He pressed some buttons on a key pad to disengage the life support before pulling the cable from the base of his skull. Using large plastic buttons to activate sensors that then relayed information to a computer seemed rather primitive to him, but it was what he had, so he had used it.
PLX-395 tapped the buttons some more, a mist raising out of the grated floor the sleep pod was built on top of. This mist was not millions of nano-bots programmed to eradicate any foreign contaminant that may have slipped in while he was unconscious, but rather a simple acidic gas whose chemical composition was specifically calculated to dissolve most foreign contaminants without harming his highly sensitive, membranous skin. He tapped some more buttons and several sets of mechanical arms emerged, dressing him in his standard issue Zilnaxxian tech uniform, the only clothing he had ever worn. Two aperatures opened behind him, one at head level, one near the middle of his back. Out of the first, a curved piece of metal with sensors on one side was connected into the same access port the life support had just been in. Out of the second came a large item resembling a metal back pack. It screwed into the access port in his spine, just behind his ribcage. Placing two fingers over the sensor at the side of his head, he activated his uniforms remote life support systems.
Only once this entire process was over did PLX-395 press the larger, round button opposite the main key pad. The door to his sleep pod lifted upward, releasing the remnants of the acidic mist into the small office PLX-395 knew as his quarters. He slid his middle finger across the sensor, causing several small screens to flicker into existence just in front of his eyes. He glanced at them briefly before shutting them off again. He walked over to and stood on a small circular disc. Typing the final sequence into the final key pad, he disappeared. In an instant, he had left his cramped office and was now in the Bureau of Extraterrestrial Affairs.
Half an hour later, he arrived at their other branch's location. He had had to borrow one of the Bereau's cloaking mechanisms to make the trip, but it seemed to be worth it, for the moment he walked through the door his scanners began indicating the presence of several creatures that did not register as homo sapiens. He approached the group, disabling the cloaking device. "Please pardon my tardiness." He began. "I am PLX-395. The Bureau of Extraterrestrial Affairs has transfered me to this, the Bureau of Supernatural Affairs. It would seem that I am to accompany a team of humans and non-humans, as my skills and technology would be invaluable to their missions. Am I correct in assuming that this is that team?"
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