“I suppose you’re right. I guess part of me just wants to make up for lost time…” He looked at Senjen’s new body appreciatively. It still had hardly a scratch on it.

“Did you check that job board that came with the suit yet? Be a shame not to capitalise on the Myrmidon brand when you’re paying so much for it.”

Light soaked more beer, scratched his undercarriage with a tentacle. “Hmm, well that’d add a whole lotta complexity to the spaghetti wiring situation we have currently. But maybe a simple gun of some kind might be alright? Way I see it, we got two options. Either we go back to the Tindrel who sold me the ship in the first place. It’ll be cheaper, but they always want you to do something for them. Orrrr, we go to the Humans who fitted the cargo bay. They always charge more, but I like their gear. Very reliable. What do you think?”