[center][h1][color=00aeef]Ren[/color][/h1][/center]
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[center]Where are my guns? (cont.)[/center]
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Rento nodded as Stryker spoke, then at Maxi in return. So there would be a job coming up pretty soon. That was good -- she'd be able to ingratiate herself with the rest of the crew. The only people who'd seen her in action were the good Captain and the other gunner, whatever his name was, who'd already left. Perhaps this would be a good chance to get a good reputation, since... Well. They [i]were[/i] basically privateers, after all, and she wasn't sure how long it would take for them to blast her main processing unit out of existence even [i]with[/i] the risk of blowing a hole in the ship.

[color=7ea7d8]"Medically induced and shock induced comas? Shitty luck. Hey Doc, have you considered trepanning?"[/color], she said with a wink. Brain swelling was pretty serious and she was only half serious about it. It might actually work to keep the half-dead one alive, though. [color=7ea7d8]"Are you, by any chance, a neurosurgeon? Or do you have experience with it?"[/color]

She quickly, internally, glanced at the camera feed from Ren. She only caught a few words before closing it out. It seemed Grayson was in the middle of a rather, er... [i]Personal[/i] conversation with another crew member. Better keep that private. On the bright side, that meant that she'd be able to satisfy her more voyeuristic tendencies. In the meantime she'd kill some time.

[color=7ea7d8]"If there's an on-foot job coming up, I'd like to go with the away team. Haven't had much mortal excitement lately,"[/color] she said towards Stryker.

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