Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-32600226-20181231192754/@comment-27830834-20190108231147

Right, 'cause a turfside Decker, a Space Marine, a ramrod, and whatever-the-frak Shoto is just th' spittin' image of "inconspicuous", though Kaylock. He might have even stated his opinion out loud, had he not been focused on shoveling as much food as humanly possible into his gullet.

It was good grub, a far cry from the reclaimed proteins and metallic-tasting grains typically served in the Remora mess. That was one of the few upsides of hanging around turfers; a great many of them knew how to cook.

He took a vox-bead, and, after a moments consideration, took several surplus beads as well. Commtech typically was considered good salvage for the microcircuitry, electroconductive alloys also, which were useful in a pinch. Given that this was Inquisition kit, it was probably top-notch at that. Useful, especially where they were going.

Kaylock also selected the largest and most alcoholic of the beverages presented and, after a quick swig, secreted the bottle into his flakcoat. It wasn't Phage Rotgut, but it would do. Sometimes all the kit in the galaxy was no excuse for a well-placed firebomb.