The birth of a Titan

[Leo]

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A few days passed, during which time the crew of the Darkhorse once again merged under the flag of SLRC. No doubt Donagan would be equal parts relieved to be working with a proper Zoner faction, and exasperated that Flintlocke was once again under a new banner. No doubt he'd get given shit by the wayward engineer.

Work on the Darkhorse moved slowly. While on paper it was a simple matter of reconfiguring the open spaces created by the absence of the weapons systems, it was another story altogether considering the requirements to maintain the structural integrity of the cruiser when moving various components around.

Dante disembarked from the airlock of the Zenith on his return trip to the station while the Infinitum-II idled nearby.

"Guessing he'll be at the bar. I'll check there first. Hopefully he's in a good enough mood for a status update."

He moved with purpose in the direction of the bar, crossing his fingers that the engineer was in a good mood.

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You fear oblivion. Yet you forget. The universe remembers every atom of your being. Even dust hums your name in the dark.
Roleplay is dead. Long live Powertraders and PvP I guess.