[center] [h3][b][color=00ff00]J'eon the Blacksmith[/color][/b][/h3] [/center]

"I had thought the people of Mythadia to have honor," J'eon said somberly. "Yet here I stand, listening as House Silbermine makes claims on this temple of the Sky People. Is this what you call respect? For I find it sorely lacking!"



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[center] [h3][b][color=00ff00]Jack Mallory, X.O.[/color][/b][/h3] [/center]

Ow. Ow. Ow.

"Captain, we may only get one shot with this," Jack warns, his voice rasping through the mask's diaphragm. "If that bird-creature can move metal, one might be able to bend our beam, possibly use it against us."

He heads to the airlock, keying it open so he can step inside before it was half-way open, then closing the hanger-side door in the hope of keeping the locals outside.

"This is what happens when you don't establish boundaries," he mutters. One doesn't tell a being who can move metal at will that you shoot metal bullets out of a gun like it's show and tell.

Cycling the inner lock, he stepped through and glared at the box of pens.

"Get armed up, people! We may have a fight on our hands," he says, heading towards the bridge. 

"Wodan!" Jack called out as he stepped into the bridge. "Status on the meteor gun, stat!"