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[b]2075[/b]  +1 (+10)
[b][color=ea590c]Edward Portsmith: Level 8 (20 cells) (1 level up stored)[/color] [/b][color=ea590c]/////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////[/color]/////////////// (66/80)
[b]Location[/b] Frozen highlands - The Midnight Walk 
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It was a bone tired Edward that sat back down as the evening drew late. Sword fighting practice after stomach turbulence had perhaps not been his wisest decision, but he had owed it to Ramatta to help him hone his edge with his new, well, edge. Plus raising their little army’s fighting capabilities was worth it on its own merits.

It was only after he sat down on the couch next to the dozing traffikrab that he realized he had entirely forgotten to ask the omnic about what space had been like.

Well. There was always tomorrow, he supposed. The machine man was perfectly pleasant to interact with after all, so having something to discuss with him while traveling was a boon in a way. 

Still, having recalled something he had forgotten to do reminded Edward to do another thing, and that was to see to the non-food related resources the Ace Cadet had acquired, especially the Palladium. This necessitated stomping back out into the cold again as the man retrieved the ore from the stage coach, and prepared to send them to the avenger for processing. As for how he was going to get them processed, he did the same as they had with their spare pal-sphere, namely cutting a page from his journal and using it to write a note which he sent along with the ore, requesting its usage in manufacturing more spheres. He also sent the silver and sticks and stones Ace had collected back as well. He wasn’t exactly sure about those last bits, but the man had collected them for a reason, and so into the armory they went.

He could only hope the process of pal sphere creation was simple enough that it could be prepared before they set off the next day. Otherwise the snoruyo’s inability to keep up with the stage coach when traveling at full clip was going to be an issue. 

With that resolved, the man dearly wished to return to the warmth, but instead had to preoccupy himself with ensuring their defense.

Destroyed drones were replaced, and the remainder recalled to form a proper perimeter around the manor. He also moved the impossible creatures around, such that there were groups near each of the obvious entrances. Naturally, they'd be sleeping but as a backup to the drones, they’d suffice. 

Such a backup was needed because he himself could not exactly actively monitor the drones while he was sleeping. They’d alert him if they were destroyed, or spotted something big, but something subtle could get past them. 

Thus the impossible creatures.

Thus, also, a few spider thread based trip wires rigged to fire random armory firearms, which he was sure to inform the others about.

With all that set up, the man finally retired to one of the rooms. There he finally removed his armor, got in some good stretches, and retired to bed. With his new Traffikrab companion at the foot of the bed, a sword and pistol on the nightstand, and a rifle leaned up against the wall, the Dreadnaught finally allowed himself to fully relax, and, soon enough, drifted off to sleep.