@bellicostic asked for a starter that wasn't the modern ones I was calling for akjshdakjdhalkjdh
The facility was vast. Corridors and rooms upon corridors and rooms, with elevators at relatively regular intervals to take one up or down to more rooms and corridors.
Subject FE035 - that had been his designation since they'd released him, though one of his 'handlers' had taken to calling him 'Marius'. He had no idea if it was some kind of a pet-name or his name prior to being conscripted but it made little difference to him. So long as he obeyed his orders, it didn't matter what they called him.
It had been drilled into him from the first moments he could remember and mere minutes ago it had been reiterated in light of the fact that his training was complete and he was being handed off.
He wondered how little his training would matter under Valens, of all people.
His musings were cut short by a sharp little jab in his back and he stumbled forward, tail lashing for balance as he was pushed across the threshold into an office. Even if the office had been any different to those of other ranking Garleans, his surroundings didn't interest him.
His gaze was drawn by the room's occupant if only because Valens' reputation preceded him.
Ears flat and tail limp behind him, the Miqo'te sank his teeth into his bottom lip as he was announced by his escort.
"The self-proclaimed 'vessel of Griever', subject FE035, ready for transfer," Marius' escort announced with a smart salute that wasn't echoed by the Miqo'te, who simply stood, watching his new 'master'.
