Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-36289716-20191012013633/@comment-26892768-20191016155742

"Of course. Getting a replacement for any of our specimens would be an inconvenience I'd like to avoid." The metallic voice concurs.

Elsewhere in the ship, gray, rotting hands - with metal and leather interweaving to cover any area the flesh doesn't - grasp a tranquilizer gun, taking it and pulling it close. A single eye with a gray Iris and a purple light look onward.

"I'll be heading out now." Zakaku informs, getting off the communicator as he heads off, treading cautiously out into the halls and glancing around warily.

(Yan as a Collected please)