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Harper entered the room in tow behind Commodore Von Ingram, the female in charge of Special Task Force Rho. He felt uncomfortable in his uniform at the moment, with the buttons firmly clasped to the opposite side of the front clear up to his throat for the strategy briefing. He was also required to wear his cap, which was currently casing his scalp to itch from rubbing against the thin stubble across his head. Harper ignored how uncomfortable he was in his stiff uniform with little more than a grimace, but this look had become second nature to him. The only thing that was out of sorts with his uniform was the missing sleeve on the left side, showing his bionic arm in place of a flesh and bone one. When he entered the amphitheater, he sat to Von Ingram’s right and took his cap off to set it in front of him. He directed his gaze to the center at the dormant holoprojecter, awaiting the meeting until he heard a noise to his left. He turned his head towards his commanding officer and looked down at her hands. She was fiddling with a switchblade, saying something about wanting to see the object her nickname had come from. With the knife out, Harper couldn't help but examine it himself, wondering why she was named after the instrument of cutthroats and thieves. He was brought of his thoughts as everyone stood in greeting of the Grand Duke. Harper pulled himself to his feet with little enthusiasm and sat back down happily. As the display came to life in the center, Harper analysed what he could and gave his attention more to what Rho’s role was in the coming invasion. Once he had the information he needed, Harper was ready to leave and get back to his ship so he could unbutton his dress coat to prevent it from choking him further and to plan accordingly with Commodore Von Ingram and the heads of Epsilon. He was one of the first up when the officers were dismissed to leave. When he turned to leave, however, there stood Lieutenant Commander Noctura at attention, late. Narrowing his eyes, Harper looked the pilot up and down before speaking, letting him stay at attention longer than was average. “At ease, Noctura. Follow me back to The Rook. You can explain there why you're late.” Harper didn't want to spend more time looking “professional” with his jacket choking him ever so slightly more than he had to. After his instructions, Harper filed out of the amphitheater behind the Commodore and back into the hall, his cap back atop his head again.

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