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The staff occupying nerve centre at this point in time were a skeleton crew. The rest had gone to assist in other sectors as emergency maintenance requests were sent out back-to-back to any Rocket who would answer them.

Admin Fox and the operative who worked under his employ, bryan delarosa , however, would remain focused on the task at hand. The former stood at the corner of the massive room, where neither carpet nor lounge furniture were in danger of being spoiled by the polish he sprayed onto his blue Bisharp, Senketsu. Though he typically ordered someone else to maintain the Bisharp's luster, he'd taken it upon himself tonight with a cloth.

"Anything on the radar?" The spectacled admin inquiries, addressing one of the few techies that had stayed behind to work the computer station that had been set up.


Senketsu, silent and still, is instructed to extend his right arm with a tap. The well-trained and dutiful Bisharp does just so, and Remiel proceeds to carefully polish its gauntlet-like forearm and hand. "The others must be dealing with it elsewhere..." He remarks.

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