Nemesis

[Thunderer]

The wall that was holding the door shook as if someone knocked on it with a wrecking ball. It promptly opened and a large, sweaty man in a white undershirt unmannerly rushed in, and slightly groggily. His gaze immediately locked on the can of beer. No one was holding it, so it certainly couldn't belong to anyone. The man picked it up and drank all of its remaining contents in a gulp, which echoed throughout the office. A few of its drops mixed with the sweat over his undershirt, some of which had already dripped on the expensive carpet. His sunglasses finally met Dagon's eyes, but there was no sunlight in the Revenant. The man's thick, black and greasy beard was covered with beer foam. He made a long sigh of pleasure, and then burped.

"The men are running out of beer..." Other men were actually fine.

That was the Chief Engineer, David Levy, but his appearance was more fitting for Goliath. With the exception of the enormous, protruding layer of belly fat covered with hair, which would be an annoying hindrance in the event of melee combat, and a tattoo on his shoulder. It was a purple pony. Its tail wasn't painted, but was instead played by the bundle of black hair growing from a brown mole.

Making the ship ready for combat, in unison with the 30-ish mechanics and engineers that were his subordinates, was Levy's job. He wasn't doing it at the moment. He was drinking his boss' beer.

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