To Macklyn, the time between systems flew by.  He was fascinated at the internal mechanisms of the ship.  He hadn't spent much time off-world and when he did it was in his very own ship. Aboard the Legions End he spent a lot of time studying how the ship worked and he loved every second it. It was almost over too soon when the first signals of the Balrog were read but then again, he thought, he's been itching for a little action. Even if it was aboard another boat.

He equipped his overly polished revolvers, checked their action and tested his re-loaders for the umteenth time and met with the others, ready to board the shuttle craft.  He noted Cyne and his adoration for his own equipment.  It became apparent to him that Ebony and Ivory had a distinct weakness. His beloved weapons wouldn't function in the vacuum of space. [color=ff8c00]"S'pose a void rune of some sort might do the trick?"[/color] he wondered to himself. He'd likely inquire about Cyne's weaponry if they all survive the chaos with the loot and perhaps learn a thing or two in the process.

He approached and then stood beside Gerand, and hit his back in a familiar gesture while regarding Silas. [color=ff8c00]"Grumpy here's got the right idea! Suppose we find a few solitary trinkets in need of liberatin'? Ain't no use for um' on a rusty bucket eh Cap'm?".[/color]