#goodoldstrength

Hm, a message?

Strange, he normally doesn't get much of anything these days. He's turned into a bit a hermit he supposes. Still its a lovely message, from a fan no less and it's exactly what he needed as a pick me up! Makes his core feel all warm and fuzzy!

Into his personal storage it goes!

Though he can't help but feel like the wording is familiar somehow....

"Gosh! I have a fan! I wonder who they could be!"

The Commander was in his full serious business mode, tense as can be and standing tall, walking walking down that hallway on his own while going over the data sent directly too him. He was brought out of his thoughts and paused, seeing the Medic come around the corner. Heaving a silent sigh, he sharpened his gaze, one hand lifting to wave back.

... Why didn’t they salute...?

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As long as Bass had followed the right road, he'd see a large building up ahead. Surrounding it were wide, well-driven dirt roads/paths that then led off and away to various areas of the sanctuary. Across from the main entrance was a decent-sized dirt parking lot, which looked to be only half-full this day.

Sounds of different animals could be heard both near and far, leaving much to the imagination of what creatures could be found in such a place.

Coming around from behind the building and turning the corner to stop by a Staff side entrance was a bobcat-style buggy, with an adult woman stepping out onto the dirt path wearing a green t-shirt with the White Oaks logo on the front and 'STAFF' in white on the back. She almost went right inside, but had briefly glanced around and did a double take when her hand touched the door handle, just to make sure she'd seen right.

Yep, that was a black and gold bot right there in the middle of the road.

Just because he’d been made for spycraft didn’t mean that was all Dax was capable of. His method of operation meant that he had useful skills when it came to setting up communications, and he didn’t mind the  chance to network socially in the process.

So when he’d heard that the Nuvola had been helping transport some materials for a construction project, he’d talked around and made a convincing case that he should be allowed to volunteer his help as well.