Later that day, Overseer 2 bought a suit. It was a nice business-model one, kind of a dark gray and secondhand. But it was the best available on Spawn World. The planet was notoriously poor, with money becoming so scarce at times that one brick was worth about thirty Robux. That was when building slowed to a halt, which was why most buildings had a ten year time gap between them. This also applied to clothing, which was why during economic crisis most people ran around stark naked until the crisis had been averted.
He strode into town in his suit, and thought himself magnificent. Straightening his red tie, he wandered out onto the street and towards the Faction Registration Office, which was prominently displayed on the town maps now that the update had set in. The doors were made of glass and slid open as he approached. Overseer 2 walked into a lobby made of white marble. A few security guards ran up to him and ran scanners down his body.
"Clean," said the security guards.
Overseer 2 walked up to the counter and casually leaned on it facing the operator.
"Hey," he said.
"Hi! Would you like to register for a faction?" asked the operator.
"Yes, please," replied Overseer 2.
"Twenty Robux, please," said the operator. Overseer 2 fished around in his pants pocket, and came out with some Robux bills which he slapped down on the table. The operator took them, rang up the purchase, and held out a form. Overseer 2 studied it quizically. It had a signature line, a Terms Of Use section, and a line which was labeled "Group name".
He studied the sheet, checked off the Terms without even reading, and wrote as the group name: "Engineers". He liked engineering. He liked building as well, which was a key part of engineering in Builder's System. Then he signed his name and returned the form to the operator. She typed a few commands in on her computer, and a small slip of paper slowly slid out of a printer. She handed it to Overseer 2, who looked at it. It was the name of his group, and underneath that was the founder's name.
"Brilliant," said Overseer 2 under his breath, "absolutely brilliant." He shook the operator's hand merrily, and skipped out of the Faction Registration Office. He emerged onto the street happier than before. A security guard came up to him.
"Follow me, sir," he ordered. "The faction recruiting plaza is right in the back."
When they reached the faction recruiting plaza, the security guard dropped him off in a booth and jogged away. The blank namespace above the booth flickered, and changed to "Engineers: Recruiting now!"
He looked around at the other booths. There were a few other newcomers, among them Space Command, NI Beta, Lel, and Dynamic Products. There were also booths for Desert Star and Assassins. These were crowded. More and more people were slipping into the uniforms of each faction. The Assassin uniform, Overseer 2 noticed, was like the Swiss Army-Knife of uniforms. There were wrist blades and boot blades, and blades in a place nobody with half a brain would put blades. Each uniform was white, with a white combat hood laced in red trim.
A young woman walked past. She looked at his booth, then up at the sign. Then she walked over, curiosity on her face.
"Hello," she said, shyly.
"Er, yes?" said Overseer 2.
The young woman had shoulder-length brown hair, a well-proportioned face, and plain brown eyes. She was not particularly pretty, but she was still attractive. Her clothes consisted of a gray jacket that went down to her hips, skin-tight black pants, a white tank top underneath the jacket, and a band around her head. This might sound a bit strange to you, but remember that in the Robloxian universe garb like this was pretty commonplace.
"I'd like to... register for... Engineers?" she said.
"Well," said Overseer 2, pushing over the conveniently labeled signup sheet, "I'm sure you'll make a great member."
The girl took the pad, and carefully wrote the name Jane Harvey on the first line.
"Jane," said Overseer 2 conversationally. "That's a nice name."
"Eh," was Jane's reply. "Makes me sound kinda... boring." She laughed nervously.
"Here, it says get behind the counter," said Overseer 2.
"Is there a... um... a uniform?" asked Jane.
"Nope. Engineers choose their own style," said Overseer 2. "I guess."
Jane got behind the counter and stared out at the plaza. Overseer 2 did so as well. Then, two identical people wearing the clothes of new users came up. Overseer 2 heard muffled whispering. One of them was urging the other to go up first and register, and the other was doing the same thing to the first. Their argument almost got to the point of fighting.
"Hey," shouted Overseer 2 over the suddenly raised voices. "I can sign you both up!"
The twins looked at Overseer 2.
"For reals?" asked one.
"For reals," replied Overseer 2.
"Okay, I'm in," said the twins in unison. They wrote the names Gary and Perry on the two subsequent lines, and joined the original members behind the stand.
Overseer 2 stared at them. "Wait," he said, "who was Gary?"
"I'm Gary," volunteered the one on the left. Perry nodded.
"Then what I'd like you to do is to change into a blue shirt," ordered Overseer 2. "Perry, you can keep the yellow."
"Yay," said Perry.
"Well," said Overseer 2 as Gary ran out of the plaza, "we've got four people including myself. That should be enough for right now, don't you all think?"
"Nope," said a passing stranger in a pinstriped hat. He stopped and walked calmly up to the booth. "Sign me up for this little group of yours, and I'll be resourceful and productive."
"Okay, I've no quarrel," said Overseer 2. "Sign away."
The stranger wrote the name Yagi on the sheet.
"Yagi," said Overseer 2. "That's a Vaktovian name, isn't it?"
"Yup," said Yagi, and sure enough Overseer 2 could see under the hat the bloodred hair and stormy gray scaled skin. Yami's white eyes pierced through Overseer 2 like a lance. "I'm blind, by the way. But that doesn't really matter." He held out his right arm, and Overseer 2 could see the prosthetic attachment with the blinking green light.
"Artificial sight," he noted. "Well well. Welcome to the crew!" He ushered Yagi to behind the counter just as Gary returned. He collided with Yagi and found himself lifted into the air by the dark clawed hand.
"Who is this cretin?" demanded Yagi.
"My brother," said Perry.
"Help me you idiot!" Gary screamed at his brother. Yagi released him, and he fell clutching at his throat.
"Next time," the Vaktovian hissed, nose to nose with Gary, "the claws really come out."
"Alright," said Overseer 2, "enough fighting. Let's go find a nice building planet. Admin knows Spawn World's a miserable place for a workshop."