[Video] [Atroma Network]

[tallasaking]

[Tyrion turns on the small communication device in his engineer workshop, which is filled to the brim with organized piles of different parts he has scavenged, bought, traded, or just out-right sweet-talked people out of.]

In the matter of 'do we have a suitable amount of materials that are not precisely Atroma specifications onboard this little Fleet of Damnation', your answer can be Yes, Yes we do. With these parts I've constructed new shields for our beloved little First Breath, as well as one medium range laser cannon, set on a swivel port.

[He smirks, faintly.]

For our next possible incursion with ... less than friendly species. I am willing to work with other engineers to help shore up defenses, as it were, or make them myself, but I will require coin or materials to do so.

[A completely innocent smile.]

So what have all of YOU been up to, lately?

Locked to Jim, Kitty, Riona, and Crowley.

I have a gift for each of you. Come by and see me at Malum or in my lab, when you have the opportunity.

Comments

[bryces_pup]

I'm so sorry, Tyrion. It's a brutal thing to have to keep going through.

[tallasaking]

We hang on, as tight as we can for as long as we can.

[He shrugged elegantly.] Can we honestly do any more than that?

[bryces_pup]

I... suppose not. But Maker it's exhausting. Sometimes I just... I don't know. I don't know if I have much more in me.

[tallasaking]

[He looked at her for a long moment, before he reached out to take her hand and squeeze it tightly in his smaller one.]

Whatever you do - know that I am here with you.

[bryces_pup]

[She squeezes his hand in return, almost a little too hard.]

Thank you. And I'm here as well, for however long.

[tallasaking]

[It's all right, he didn't need those fingers anyways.]

Then we'll hang on, as long as we can. I think it is the least anyone can ever ask of us, eh?