Hand crafted out of deep black cotton/silk gabardine, with natural cotton twill interior detailing.

Standard issue officer uniform.

Sharply tailored shirt-jacket meant to preserve the formality of distinguished interior duty. While elevated from the battle vestments of the enlisted, care is taken such that no encroachment is made upon the regalia of commanders' uniforms. Subservience to high command must remain enforced in all aspects.

Patch pockets at the waist provide ample capacity for carrying of daily use items (pens, tools, gloves, cigarette packs, etc.). Internal adjustments allow for fine tuned waist suppression to maximize adherence to necessary uniform codes. Care is taken not to restrict torso movement entirely, with the enlarged buttons absent from the bottom third of the placket, should an officer find themselves in the unfortunate scenario of combat or other tasks of manual labor.

Furled beyond a recognizably human shape, Reuben blindly felt around the bowles of what was once a loom. It’s blood, black and slick, stained his hands as he searched for a particular pair of caught gears.

Edmundo crouched a little less meter away from the knotted body, neither sure of how to be useful nor how to keep his mind from venturing off to somewhere far beyond their secluded planet. His smallness now lacked the shame he once felt, replaced by a fleeting remembrance of the stool he would perch upon in his fathers workshop.

The balloonworld of his trance popped as he saw Reuben’s hand blindly reaching towards him. Though startled, he managed to fumble through the waist pockets of his uniform jacket, producing a screwdriver only after it painfully stabbed the webbing of his fingers. It disappeared into Reuben’s grasp and then into the mess of gears and pulleys. After a moment of fiddling, there was a clattering against the concrete floor. With a gruff and satisfied sigh, Reuben stood up and by Edmundo’s side as they watched the beast breathe and beat once again.