Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-1734134-20161215224118/@comment-1734134-20170326012624

The warp drive sparks and writhes in its place, one of the tech-heretiks flying back as smoke rises from it. The others scuttle forward to repair the machine, working desperately to try and lessen the damage, only to be burned and electrocuted by the heat of the device. Cain rolls his eyes as he stomps over, "What now?"

"Sir," one of them jabs a mechanical claw at the warp drive, flustered and struggling not to break down in tears from the sight of it, "The machine - somethings wrong, it's as if someone-"

"Fix the problem, now!" He shouts, stabbing the tip of his ethereal sword into the earth before looking back to you and smiling, "And of course, take as long as you need - unless it's too long, of course."