Liman paused again, looking back at Asmodeus with a little unease that seeps through the red lenses of her mask. She glances at Osvald who glanced back, nodding again with an implicit go-ahead..
"Yes, ma'am.", she nodded. "Private Liman Dunkenstahl, combat engineer and mechanic, ma'am."
всегда веренNova: By lockout, I mean less "lock" and more "a crtitical component of the warpdrive is removable"
Unless we find that component we are not going any where, I asked the mechanic that fixed the doors, he just laughed and pointed out that our ship is over 320 years old, they have apperntly not made that component for 270 of those years.
When Asmodeus reached out, the girl recoiled a little and nearly jumped back, but stood her grounds from sensing no hostilities from Azzy. As the headpat came, Liman braced for something else entirely that never quite came and was instead surprised as she was when the it does come. The private opened her eyes to the roboticist patting her head, and her eyes grew wide in surprise, the lenses dimming to show through Liman's eyes through the lenses, which is a startlingly bright red.
She gulped. "As—Wai—Asmo—", she stammered out. "As—Miss Azzie is f-fine."
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Six: When the prettyboy went nova.
-to Hathor- Might be breaking into the ship soon.
edited 21st Aug '16 12:47:58 PM by SpartyMcFly
"Seven is here too, dressed like the concept of choosing clothes that look nice together was an arcane secret far beyond their grasp."