Setting
Sports Utility Hovermobile
Status
| Shields: | 100 / 100 (100)% (inactive) |
| Armor: | 100 / 100 (100)% |
| Structure: | 100 / 100 (100)% |
| Warp Drive: | ready |
| Warp Range: | 5 |
| Max Capacity: | 8 |
Effects:
None.
None.
Equipment
| Primary Weapon: | None |
| Secondary Weapon: | None |
| Electronics: | None |
| Special: | None |
| Warp Core: | standard |
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Aiyanna [32] Intelligence. A mind that burns like a fire.
John Pilot [27] Worker.
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Something jarrs your perception, as it feels like something here has changed. You can't quite figure it out, but something is certainly different...
“
Hey there, have fun at the beach?
”
“
I had my sadness.
”
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Ah, er. Well. At least you didn't die, right?
”
Maxim Heath remembers all the things he thought about and continues to think about. HE decided it would be best to join his pack, and also to make sure that his ship was good order. Nothing like coming back to a ship filled with shed wolf fur everywhere and somehow they make it seem like it's better that way. I don't get them sometimes.
"I watched as all that nonsensical bullshit happened and I got bored as shit. Nothing to do with me, so I minded my business and stay with the sand." He said as he tinkered with his gloves. Looking over and tweaking the glowing stones. Any magic user would detect immense radiation of magic coming off of each one. He had at least a dozen between both arms. They needed adjusting too. Leaking all that magic. Must've been his last battle. Everything, including his ship needed calibration.
Maxim sighs.
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to be so blunt. But I'm really in a 'place' right now. Lots of rumination and a firm decision into a new life style." He shifted his tone. Being slightly less rude.
"I watched as all that nonsensical bullshit happened and I got bored as shit. Nothing to do with me, so I minded my business and stay with the sand." He said as he tinkered with his gloves. Looking over and tweaking the glowing stones. Any magic user would detect immense radiation of magic coming off of each one. He had at least a dozen between both arms. They needed adjusting too. Leaking all that magic. Must've been his last battle. Everything, including his ship needed calibration.
Maxim sighs.
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to be so blunt. But I'm really in a 'place' right now. Lots of rumination and a firm decision into a new life style." He shifted his tone. Being slightly less rude.
Gnomes weren't the most magic sensitive, but they weren't completely deaf to it either. Gromp shifted in his seat and grunted. He gave Maxim a sharp nod of understanding and shot him a look with a twinkling eye.
"Change can be hard. I get it. You ain't gonna die, though," Gromp nodded again, "Not gonna die. Not today!"
"Change can be hard. I get it. You ain't gonna die, though," Gromp nodded again, "Not gonna die. Not today!"
“
You might need a gun.
”
Maxim Heath smirked at the comment.
"You can't see them, because they are not in that form. I have two guns. Revolvers aren't my preference, but this is the best for now with the equipment needing repair." he gestured to his gauntlets.
"You can't see them, because they are not in that form. I have two guns. Revolvers aren't my preference, but this is the best for now with the equipment needing repair." he gestured to his gauntlets.
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But I'll any gift, if you are giving.
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Well, the droid arrives. You had fun with all the loudness?
”
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I was reinstated to active service. I am also not a droid.
”
Gromp Fungona nodded, understanding now from where the magic seeped. Impressive indeed. Gromp wondered to himself how much magic guns would go for. How deep to dig to get his hands on some to sell. Ah, well.
The pistol was finely worked with sharp geometry in mimicry of the wild jungles beyond the beach. Gromp gave it a waggle before handing it to Maxim, safety on of course. In neat writing on the bottom was the name of the gun, FUNGONA G9
The pistol was finely worked with sharp geometry in mimicry of the wild jungles beyond the beach. Gromp gave it a waggle before handing it to Maxim, safety on of course. In neat writing on the bottom was the name of the gun, FUNGONA G9
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Whatever you wish to call yourself, I don't care. Where I'm from, that is what you are called. Anyways, try not to disturb others with the loudness next time.
”
Maxim Heath turned his attention back to Gromp. He accepted the pistol, looking over the craftsmanship before nodding.
"What I owe ya?"
"What I owe ya?"
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