"I hate it here, you know that?" said November. "Of course they can fucking teleport. And they'll be able to see the future, command the beasts of the ocean and have laser fingernails too no doubt. Wasn't even on my radar. I've actually used a Displacer Field in ZRK-333's dojo and the thing was as dumb as rocks. No moving parts, no buttons, you don't choose where you go, and the Magi was [i]adamant [/i]that aiming it was impossible. Guess she was lying to me, huh?"

"As for power - fuck off, I've barely got enough to keep my own operation running," November grumbled, turning her backs and starting to walk for the doors. "Thanks for the assist, Sister."

[Negotiation] That walk is a little bit slow; that cuss a little bit light - and Marshal November has always been a facilitator of certain logistical assets falling off the back of a Dunerider. One soldier to another, she'll let you put it on your tab if you spend a point of Negotiation - otherwise it'll be a payment up front situation.