Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-1734134-20190911202955/@comment-25684606-20190923104610

"Ya see?" said Lem, directed at Henriksen, though the soldier was already walking off. Towards Ishmael, he continued. "Ain't no saint among us regular folks, friend, but the Empera knows it. Knew a couple guys who dealt in chems and stuff, no bad lads, but if ya stray from the rules too far, there ain't no comin' back, aye."

As he talked, Lem scratched his chin and shouldered his Lasgun properly, then hefted it again to switch the safety back on before slinging it right back over his shoulder.

"Tell ya wat, ya make yerself useful and I betcha the gov'rness 's gonna pardon ya", he snapped his fingers "Jus' like that."