A Long Shot

[Horizon]

Mille couldn't help but stare like the pilot of a starflier in front of a cruising battleship, stunned and astonished at what happened. However, he was a bit stranded now, given how those were parts of the Claymore that had been used to modify the Orcus' Engine. Slowly, he'd put both hands behind his head, drawing air through his teeth.

"Halpert, Dockmaster... I don't really know how to say this but... If my apologies are worth anything, I apologise. I... Can't really go anywhere since I used the Claymore's parts for that but... That's my fault. I believe the pumps must've sucked more Mox than indicated when we fueled it for the test fire. If I may, I've got my environmental suit and my tools in the Claymore, I believe the least I can do is help your crew repair the damage outside and inside while I order some replacement parts to get myself and the Claymore out of your sight."

A rather defeated-looking Mille would sigh, shaking his head lightly before adding further.

"What do you say, Halpert?