"He's in a room adjacent to this one. Though at the moment he's in a limited version of the maintenance beds used to keep Extended in top form. Courtesy of Maddox running off with his tail between his legs, leaving him to rot. The Junk Guild and the CSC pretty much had to pull that thing together in a hurry, and even then it's not what he's accustomed to. Calthorn's used to enduring the pain, but by the time we'd finished the thing, the poor bastard was barely able to walk. It's unlikely he'll be back on his feet in a hurry." Mark said, folding his arms.

"At the bare minimum, we'd need a copy of the schematics of the original machine to be able to create a perfect replica. Something we don't have."

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"We'll see to it that we get transport to the ship as soon as we can. Lucia, try not to bear hug her. Remember she's likely to still be recovering from her injuries." Zerenis said, a smile visible on his face.

"Thanks Cronic. That's the best news I've heard all day."