The hallways of Sektor-23 Sierpinski were agglomerated with different types of Replikas and Gestalts--- each and one of them doing different jobs they were assigned... Nothing too unusual for the natural Nation's eye.

You wander around until finally reaching the meeting room's automated door, placing both hands on your back with ease whilst getting ready with a neutral expression

You were immediately greeted with the face of the commander, Falke, staring at you from one of the good-cushioned couches right behind the Hologram Solar System the main table had.

“Have a seat.” She said with a cold monotone of voice, placing both hands on her thighs whilst waiting for you to comply, her inner systems rummaging through important files she had to discuss with you.

“Have you administered MNHR, EULR and Gestalt to gather mine materials this morning?” She asked calmly, her face speaking a thousand languages you could only figure out meant ‘do the things i'm telling you.’