@completetheobjective liked for a starter!
Heās always uncomfortable coming aboard the Mother of Invention. Itās a strange experience, with the arms and armaments they possess akin to looking into a hall of mirrors, similar in form to him but distorted in a thousand small ways. Their dynamic is the worst part, in truth.
They donāt feel like a family. They feel like a disparate group of people, pulled together with no common experience. Thatās the truth, of course, so itās reasonable enough, but it feels wrong. He expects the kind of camaraderie he had with the betas, but itās not there. Some of them are friends, but there are some who genuinely dislike others; a liability, in his opinion.
When he collides with one of the agents in the hall, he canāt help himself. He stands at tight attention, waiting for a salute. The captainās bars on the collar of his armor mean something to him, still, and so he expects a salute.
