Post by Tekla on Aug 19, 2018 9:02:28 GMT -5
Tekla’s moment of concern faded rather quickly, who cared really. No reason to waste too much thought on it, otherwise you’d never get anything done. Not to mention that she had met someone far more interesting than the bulk of her crew in the form of the metal man before her taking notes. She gave a half hearted shrug and faced the giant man once more.
“Eh, maybe man. I kind of need to get off this mess and if others are involved it’d probably go quicker. Don’t know about a permanent team up, but eh. We’ll see if we end up liking each other enough to hang out.”
On the quiet she was thinking about how difficult it would be to dismantle a metalman. If the pieces that you took apart could be used to build anything new or even a mech suit. But these were mostly side thoughts as she talked a little about the wreckage elsewhere.
“That’s what happens when you don’t have competent people on a crew of a ship and someone doesn’t get clearance to be anywhere near the trigger happy bastards that live here. Probably all dead, I did my best for them to live. But maybe it wasn’t meant to be, oh. Volta is a strange name by the by. Is it a normal one where you’re from?”
She looked at the big guy and hopped, the little jetpack flaring for a moment to land her ontop of his shoulder of his non normal arm and she sat there quite contently if he didn’t move to throw her off the Tuffle lightly swinging her legs and enjoying the vantage point this brought.
“So, what are you proposing we do to rack up the cash for a ship?”
WC: 294
TWC: 2781
“Eh, maybe man. I kind of need to get off this mess and if others are involved it’d probably go quicker. Don’t know about a permanent team up, but eh. We’ll see if we end up liking each other enough to hang out.”
On the quiet she was thinking about how difficult it would be to dismantle a metalman. If the pieces that you took apart could be used to build anything new or even a mech suit. But these were mostly side thoughts as she talked a little about the wreckage elsewhere.
“That’s what happens when you don’t have competent people on a crew of a ship and someone doesn’t get clearance to be anywhere near the trigger happy bastards that live here. Probably all dead, I did my best for them to live. But maybe it wasn’t meant to be, oh. Volta is a strange name by the by. Is it a normal one where you’re from?”
She looked at the big guy and hopped, the little jetpack flaring for a moment to land her ontop of his shoulder of his non normal arm and she sat there quite contently if he didn’t move to throw her off the Tuffle lightly swinging her legs and enjoying the vantage point this brought.
“So, what are you proposing we do to rack up the cash for a ship?”
WC: 294
TWC: 2781