Rane was beginning to like Darius more and more, probably because the man seemed a little blood hungry. Almost made Rane seem mellow in comparison. Almost.
"Yeah, they're a hard bunch of bastards." Rane responded, mind casting back to some of the Marauder's missions together. Despite being a mismatched group of cut-throats, criminals, ex-soldiers, adventurers and even an occasional do-gooder they were a mighty effective team. Barring a few lame ducks they could for the most part hold their own in a fight with even the most dangerous of enemies.
"Hunt's at his best with his back against the wall, down right dangerous at times. Stick close to him and he'll lead ya through. Rae, the doc, knows her stuff. Patched me up a few times, I remember her having soft hands. Doesn't stop her being a dab hand with a pistol though, girl can shoot. One-eye, the ugly Irishman with the stick up his arse, is the only other one going planetside that I've worked with. Let me tell ya, he is one humourless D'zrick" he swore foully in Canmorian. "Hates me, can you believe that? Give him his dues though, he's one of the most solid fighters I've ever worked with, one of the best shots too. Never left me to die, despite having plenty chances too. Do right by them and they'll do right by you. As One-eye is so fond of saying, we're the best of the worst."
"Anyway, you'll be needed in the hanger. Need a hand lifting that gear, I'm stronger than I look." His bones and tissues were several times denser than a human's due to Canmore's high gravity. He was probably the physically strongest being on the ship, barring maybe Wrenchie and Nafi who had just entered then left the armory. And the dragon we've picked up, can hardly forget the dragon! Crossing the room he grabbed an armful of the winter survival gear.
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