>>5163867Your name is David "Gunny" Rockefeller, no relation.
A veteran of the united states marine corps, you find yourself in a far-out situation after an all-too-close encounter of the third kind!
In the last thread, you dealt with a worm-faced bastard who was truly lower than dirt. In the meanwhile, your crewmember Clank was having his own little adventure.
After having dinner with a couple of big, colorful women, Gron has called you up asking for help, and you're more than happy to oblige.
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"Oh, Gron. You take me to the most wonderful places..."
"I understand if you are unwilling, Captain. But-"
"No, i'm definitely in. Just tell me when and where, i'll be right beside you."
"Very well. I will transmit the hive's suspected co-ordinates shortly."
You feel the ship lurch suddenly, and not a moment later you hear sonicators cutting through your hull on the far end of the ship.
"Shit! What was that?!" You blurt.
"Oh! id's here!" Kyla exclaims, pulling her head out of the sink and talking as if she's got a mouthful of food.
"What? What's here?!"
"De cargo bay we ordered back on Xebwic! I had id shibbed here as soon as we awwived. Discweetly, of course... sdwapped to da back of a junker. But dey didn't steal id, so id's all good!"
"Is there a problem, Captain?" Gron asks.
"Er, no. I guess not. Looks like we're getting some long-needed repairs done. Nothing to worry about."
"Good. Your ship will need to be in top condition, as there may be a lot of fighting. However, i've seen the upgrades being performed on your vessel... i'm sure whatever they are, they're quite formidable."
"Oh, right... the missile racks, radar and autocannon. Yeah, thank fuck, i've finally got some gear i can rely on."
"The hardlights are basically finished, too." Sanig speaks up. "That explosive-lobbing toy of yours is so simple it didn't even require any R&D, but the "handheld" cannon had issues with gumming up in vacuum, until we switched to graphite lubricant like you suggested. It should be ready to go."
"That's good news. I feel a lot more prepared to take on Xebric, no less a bunch of pirates."
"I have no idea what you just said, but i'm certain you'll be a reliable ally. Good fortune to you, Captain."
With that, Gron hangs up. Kyla comes back over, swollen tongue lolling out like a dog panting under the sun. She rubs and pokes at it with her finger.
"Uh... you gonna be alright there, Ky?" You ask.
"Yah, jusd swollen. Acid bad."
"Sorry. Seriously, sorry. I'll definitely keep it in mind in the future."
"No pwoblem! I'm not mad!"
"Come on girl." Sanig demands. "Let's go to the medbay, and i'll get you some anti-inflammatory shots and painkillers."
Kyla gives a grin and two thumbs up instead of speaking.
