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“Sure.” Mavic said and turned  toward a door reset into the wall. “You can hang out while I get started, I enjoy the company, as you can see, I’m usually the only one here.”

He led the man back through the door, pressing a button that turned it clear so he could see anyone coming into the main office and then went to a few of the lockers. He pulled out the first several pieces he’d need to get started. “Bureaucratic life? Are you a lawyer or something? Just a guess, you don’t really strike me as one, guess you could be an ambassador, it’d explain the type of weapon surely.”

Mavic flicked his mandible in a grin, trying to show that he was only teasing and not needling Victus for information he didn’t have any real need to know.

“My service record,” He repeated, he hadn’t thought about it in years and when he did it was usually tainted with a certain memory. “I served on a patrol ship, the Havincaw. Nothing fancy. Saw a little bit of action, enough to learn I didn’t like being shot at or getting shot. I got out after my service was up, came here and followed in my dad’s footsteps building guns. And that’s all she wrote, as the humans say.”

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               He eased back, happy for the moment’s informality, and chuckled lowly at Mavic’s teasing barrage of questions.  Lawyer?  He’d rather be a krogan.  “Ambassador’s a good guess.  It’s something like that.  Never a move I’d expected, honestly, but you know how the meritocracy works.”

              Victus crossed his arms over his chest and took the opportunity to rest against the wall.  “A fair history.” He noted mildly.  “I’ve never had the interest in pursuing anything other than a solid military career."  He shrugged his shoulders, as if to indicate he had no control of his current position. "It served me well until recently.”

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