Shinies (open)

[The SCaT Droid]

SCaT made sure to buff himself really well, he didn't even look this good coming off the factory line. With the polish job, the normal rust color seems to be more of a copper. However, this droid still kept a low profile while observing the room trying to find someone to talk to.

[Solork Tan]

"Hello SCaT, how are you?" Sol asks, looking out of place with just his helm and not armor. It's easy to tell that he seems out of place here. "I always hated these. Of course, I was on guard duty for most of them." Sol pauses. "Threat duty, really"

[The SCaT Droid]

"First time I've had to do one of these with my brain turned on. I think they assume I'm just some antique meant to add a little flavor to a dull business party."

[Solork Tan]

"Same. Just more... metaphorical in my case than literal" Sol looks around the room. "Do you feel like you have come to a decision about joining us?"

[The SCaT Droid]

"I have, I believe you guys are on the right track to many of the goals I seek. Now it's just a matter of ensuring we have the tools to achieve these goals."

[Solork Tan]

"That's always the trick isn't it?" Sol guffaws. "Intentions are great, but everyone had a plan until you get punched in the mouth. Or, you know, CPU housing"

[The SCaT Droid]

"I always find it more of an issue that the task you seek to accomplish has so many steps that you don't even know where to start. I mean, ships have so much that can get messed up and organics need it to be airtight before you can use it again."