Re: The Dividing Line - Station
"Well, I fixed it up the first time," Fletch grumbled under his breath, looking over to Maria's busted Axe. "And we're running out of scrap metal. We're gonna have to go scavenging pretty soon. As soon as I'm done with what I'm working on." Speaking up a bit, he went on. "Seriously, I enjoy the waiting game as much as everybody else. Back in the war, I was fuckin' 3rd Division Champion of Waiting. But I'm pretty sure we've all got stuff to do, so-" "Gentlemen, please apologize the delay. We may begin."
As everybody turned towards the entrance, they would be met by the sight of Draven's lumbering form carrying in Reno and Talen, one on each shoulder. Both were sheathed in the blue, glowing aura of a stasis bubble, being emitted by the pair of Klarr pistols in Nadia's hands. More than a few people broke out into unsettled murmurs, but Nadia kept her eyes straight ahead, directing Draven towards the airlock. "Throw them in, please. And if you could take the guns off my hands, then. Just keep on holding down the trigger."
Next to Maria, Fletch shifted uncomfortably. "What the hell is she doing? She's not actually going to space them, right? I'm not sure they have thrusters built into their frames."