Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-1734134-20161215224118/@comment-30715799-20170326033236

"Thank you, just got to stretch out the legs. Take a moment to let the mind rest. We won't stray far.", Torki said, letting fatigue creep into his voice. He waited for the others to gather up before walking away from the drive, back the way they came. Then breaking off to start circeling twords a small wepons stock pile, once Cain and the others became engrossed with the repairs.

"Now a good time to talk?", Torki asked Varen, stopping at an unimportant spot to light up his last smoke. He leaned against a jagged pice of star ship that served as the corner of an empty hut or something. Behind him, about 30 meters away, was about a dozen crates of something marked D.B., looked lightly gaurded at first glance.