Knives leaned against his hand in the dark, empty plant filled room, it was damp and cool in the room, just the environment he favored over the stupidly dry environment of the planet Gunsmoke.

His base was underground, so not much light came in, his plants were given light by false sun, he hated doing it that way but they'd die in the desert otherwise. He scoffed as a knock at the door echoed throughout the room, it was most likely a Gung-Ho Gun member, how he hated them. "Come in."