((Yeah, I'm aware of those statements. My action is pretty much asking for more information, because "Highly protective in general" isn't very helpful. Does that mean a battlesuit-type mech? Human-sized armor? Sitting in the center of a massive battleship?
...If you're talking about the manifest, it's more or less just a way to confirm "There's nothing else people think we should bring, right?" Yes, we can always request whatever else we need, but it's best to figure out that we want to test material X in universes right now, rather than after we've visited twelve already.))
Saint's head returns to looking forward. "Thank you. As for myself, I used to be a doctor's assistant in a hospital. I was never very interested in treating people, but my planet had a shortage of proper medical professionals, so it paid well. The doctor I worked under ended up killing several patients through negligence, although I think it may have been intentional, and I was a convienent scapegoat." Saint sighs here. "So it goes. I ended up in the ARM, woke up just after we had taken this very planet, and spent a year helping with repairs. My first mission was to defend this very facility. I was stationed in a bunker at the outskirts in that direction"--he points forward, and slightly to the left--"and ended up being taken out by friendly artillery. My brain was only barely recoverable. After being given a new body, I was launched into a UWM warship in a boarding pod, and by the end of that I was back to being a dead brain. When I came back, they were recruiting people to stay here and run Hephaestus." Saint shrugs. "Apparently I'm unusually competent with research and development, so I was chosen to stay, along with Anton Chernozorov and Simulacrus Ferratum-Inanis. Skip [several] years, I'm the last admin still concious, so I'm essentially the only leadership on this planet, aside from Aresteve, and he has no initiative or creativity. There's two catatonic admins, but they seem to be in the final stage. Is that a sufficient answer?"