Snippet #2814079

Lorian looks out the viewport as they retreat back exactly one light-year, staring intently at the Aschen fleet. He's come and done what he needed to, a favor for his favorite radio host when they got cut off by the Aschen. Now he just hoped said Aschen didn't fire on him. They might have reason to, if they knew what he did, but they didn't, so all was fine.

Roman leans back in his chair, and lets out a deep breath. "Deeeeaaaar lord. They sure have a problem with outsiders." he comments. "... Yeah." is the response from Charles. Roman reaches over and picks up his guitar out of its case, making a slight noise as his hand grips the neck, causing the strings to hum with a note.
He strums a chord or two and puts it back, obviously thinking.

After a couple minutes of silence, Roman asks, "Where to next, bud?" Charles looks up, a bit startled, and says "Huh?" Roman repeats his question.


"I dunno... Probably another Aschen world. Not a core, though. A backwater one, probably. I'll have to look."
Roman nods and stares off at the stars.