𝄠𝄵𝄆𝅘𝅥𝅮𝅘𝅥𝅮𝅘𝅥𝅮 They always called me a softie for containerizing the blood of my enemies by color and keeping it on my self. When I got back to the ship I'd disinfect, sanitize, and recover the plazma and I'd send it over to the appropriations department prior to using the remaining liquid to paint my quarters in. You did not wish to find out what happens if one should fail inspection, that is for sure. I kept appearances high enough not to be deranked, but low enough to be passed by for promotions, the last thing I wanted was to be stuck at some stuffy office job directing morons into battle. 𝇓𝇓𝇓𝄀