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Plasmarobo:
--Military Air Dock--

Plasma is kneeling in a pool of oil, glowering at a partially disassembled engine.
He glances at Lauren as she walks past, giving her a tight-lipped nod. Then goes back to tinkering with the metal monster. Clicks, curses, and jets of some fluid or another punctuate his progress.

He turns when he hears the click of a particular set of boots on the hard floor.
Verra looks nonplussed at the guts of the engine covering her lieutenant.

Captain Verra
"Will she be ready in time?"

Plasma
"Yes, she will. The new Mercuries on on their way now. I'll have this lump of metal working by the time they get here."

Captain Verra
"You could let the engineers deal with it. You didn't need to do it yourself."

Plasma shrugs, eyes fixed on the careful machinations, gently teasing them into place.

Plasma
"It helps. They outnumber us three to one. Even with the batteries, it's going to take a Miracle. I'd rather not be thinking about it at this moment. It's nice to lose myself in a machine."

He pulls his arm from the cog-filled guts with apparent satisfaction, and beings to replace the larger parts strewn about him. Verra, watches for a moment before leaping onto the deck and vanishing from Plasma's field of vision.

Yiski:
--Saloon--

Althea looked at Shink and rolled her eyes. Yiski laughed.

Yiski
"Opening, yes. For business, not exactly. Though gettin' in a possible last drinks wouldn't hurt."

The three walk in and Yiski makes himself and Shink a Hellfire.

Althea
"Am I not getting one?"

Yiski gives her a confused look.

Althea
"This could the last day I live."

Yiski
"True."

Yiski then hands Althea a Hellfire as well. Yiski turns to Shink.

Yiski
"So why are you here instead of on a ship?"

Shinkurex:
*Takes a swig of the Hellfire*

"Eh. I've been put on 'reserve' or whatever that is. I'm thinking of taking out Not My Fault regardless when the real action starts."

RearAdmiralZill:
-Saloon-

Zill left the three to get the junker ready and headed to the Burning Skies. Despite his intentions, only those directly involved knew about it, and he felt he owed Yiski some insight. He pushed the metal door, the hinges creaking as it opened. He wore and old, dusty tricorn hat, his usual bandana mask with goggles, and a heavy dustrider jacket. He walked to the bar and sat among friends.
Zill
"A Hellfire Yiski. Flak me if I didn't get one before the invasion."

Althea
"You don't look like you normally do. Something's different..."

Shink
"New haircut?"

His humor wasn't received too well with Althea and she gave him a stern glare. Zill motioned toward the back room and Yiski nodded. They went back and closed the door, leaving the others to stare in curiosity.

Zill patted Yiski on the shoulder.
Zill
"So old friend, what are your plans after this is over, for better or worse?"

Yiski:
--Saloon Back Room--

Yiski sighed at Zill's question. Both men knew the recent activities and orders of the Council irked them and it seemed things would only get worse should Anvala successfully repel the invasion.

Yiski
"Not sure. Even if we manage to survive, I don't think I'll stick around Anvala. Council's gotten really paranoid about anyone comin' in and it's started hurtin' business. That and the Council bein' a pain in my neck for the last week or so."

Zill
"How do you plan on leaving? It's not like the Council's going to let you walk out."

Yiski
"Well, it's not much of a set plan. More like a work in progress. How about you? I know you know the Council's gettin' worse. You plannin' on stickin' around?"

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