Micah was changing. His persona for the off -ship time was one of a mercenary. He bronzed his skin, dyed his hair and extended the length, tying it back in a pony tail. His normal clothes were traded for ballistic and energy mesh backed leathers. His hip had a disruptor on it, and over his cybernetic arm was a synth-sleeve that would fool scanners to read biological. He checked his look in the mirror and said “Harrison Boyd. Harrison Boyd. Harrison Boyd.” over and over again until he got the accent right. He looked at Sha and said “Check cross-check. Harrison Boyd. Merc. Last six months on Gorellia Prime with Shadow Eclipse Company out of V’tol.”, asking her to inspect his cover and look. That singular gesture spoke volumes as to how much he trusted her.

Pikelsimer, FedSec