[b]Jericus "Ing" Ignace Client World 576143290-B[/b]

The guardsman shrugged has the group turned down his offer. He couldn't blame them ration bars are like eating an old leather boot with the taste of one. Once Ignace was done he set about repairing his prosthetic that was damage in the fight with the masked samurai. "Well if we can't get off this planet before night fall I have my stove we could use it for heat." he said standing up to see if his leg worked. "So their's a way off this planet we need to hurry to find it before out those people come back," He said getting his compass out.