Home sweet home [Me + invited]

[Silver]

Klaxon's blared, alarms sounded. The holos came to life and displayed a multitude of warnings. Machine barely had time to get up from the couch as an incoming transmission was displayed. A face he didn't knew, blowing up smoke to the camera. And in an Odin, of all things.



He opened the transmission and asked:

"And who are you?"

A voice chuckled as the smirk appeared live and streaming at the holo. A babe, no doubt. But a dangerous one. That voice sent chills down his spine. And yet triggered a memory. He knew this voice.

"Silver. The Silver Reaver. Now where do i dock into this arsed forgotten wreck?"

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[8:32:45 PM] Dusty Lens: Oh no, let me get that. Hello? Oh it's my grandma. She says to be roleplay.
[12:12:00] Traxit: this is smut stop