"Oh SHIT." Neil exclaimed, and he started laughing. He felt the joy bubbling up, and he swore it felt like Christmas morning. If Christmas hadn't been extinct for 8 centuries, but he had heard it was an apt description for something incredibly awe inspiring plopping on his lap. This was completely something else. "You weren't kidding!" It seemed Neil had lost control of the volume of his voice. "It's smooth and polished, and those are [i]Archeron[/i] thrusters on there!" 

Neil ran both of his hands through his thick, dark hair. He let out a breath, still contemplating what he could do with the ship. He'd flown plenty of ships since leaving Fortus. Most of them were junkers, true. But if he could evade the planetary forces with them, imagine what this could do with him driving it. The only thing that would make him happier would be piloting a Valk like he did in the war. But a freighter like this, he'd only read about. Getting used to it would be easy, and he couldn't wait to get his hands on it. Feel the thrum of the engines reverberate up his body. 

"I see you're both satisfied," Gorlan said, and he pushed a button on his wrist device. The wall next to them lifted, and within was a mounted selection of weapons. There were more weapons than most would have ever seen, even experienced mercenaries and soldiers. Neil let out an appreciative whistle, then blinked. He turned to Gorlan. "Before I grab one of these, you guys took my gun earlier. Mind giving it back?" 

It was tossed to him. He caught it casually, spinning the slug loaded revolver before holstering it in his belt. After that, he began to pick his way around the weapons. Grenade Launchers, Combat Shotguns, and the Plasma rifles caught his attention. But at the end, he chose the Gauss ARC rifle. "I feel the power in this baby," he said, hefting it. The gun was relatively large, and looked oversized resting on Neil's shoulder. But the pilot was stronger than he looked. 
[@Penny]