Makarov: The UN|Hel'bringer

[Hemlocke]

Was Wonderin' When She'd Show

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Makarov pulled his hands out of the hull, he was tearing out eroded wires, this entire ship was gonna need to be redone. Antimatter really tore it to pieces. He slowly rose from his crouched position to look at Valentina and unlatched the heavy bolted face mask of his suit to reveal his tattered, stress hardened face, a cigar in his lips, the smoke released from his helmet like steam out of boiling pot. "Yeah, it was fused to Vierlande when I found it, never got military tech near my workshop on Hamburg so I havn't the slightest clue how to fix this thing, not to mention the entire left side is torn to absolute sh*t. The name I have for it is Hel'bringer. However the only thing it's bringing now is a whole lot o' radiation and frustration. Those hessian antimatters turned this thing into a melted cookie." He glanced back over at the ship and sighed, leaning on his hammer a moment. "Actually had you in mind with rebuilding this thing, i'm good at fixing most ships, but rheinland military tech ain't one of those shiplines. I'm used to edge world and our local civilian tech. Not to mention I'm not in the ship building profession, i'm a fixer. And I can't fix a wing if it doesn't exist." Makarov pulled the cigar from his mouth and stomped it to the floor, making sure it was out so it wouldn't catch anything on fire. "Wanna borrow my suit? This radiation is pretty nasty. Though I suppose you could just go get scrubbed down after.

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