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The engineer nods and leads Eric down towards the engine room, and then into a door just outside where what looks like a replica of a medieval forge made of metal sits. "Don't underestimate it's appearance. That thing works."
I nod to Stephany as I walk away and head to my forge. If I was right, Eric should be there by now.
Edited by Zarkun on 2/11/2013 7:17 PM PST
I get up from cleaning my weapons, and suit up in the armor. I needed to go do something, and as the armor clamps on, I remember the battle on the ship, and the announcement following about a parasite race being discovered on the planet. I still believed the best course of action was a UAV Drone team, but I knew that anything I said wouldn't make a difference. The helmet seals in, and I set off, my shoulder still hurting, but not as bad.
"A nice traditional war hammer, something capable of punching a hole clean through most infantry."
I say, pulling up my design on the data pad.
Looks something like this:
Edited by Warhawk on 2/11/2013 7:27 PM PST
"Sore but my pain tolerance is returning to what it used to be. Can't say that drawing breath doesn't feel as though a dragon is breathing fire on my abdomen though."
"You never really have lived until you actually have had that happen either." I say rather jokingly/seriously in reference to the dragon.
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