Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-1734134-20190911202955/@comment-25684606-20191005013249

Lem dragged himself over to Ishmael, fingering a crinkled, yellow pack of cigarettes from an oversized pouch of his overal, offering one to Ishmael and lighting another one for himself. The cheap narcotic exuded and equally cheap and chemical smelling smoke.

"Aye, way I see it ain't much for us to do 'ere right now." He gestured towards the marines and the skeeons. "With dem proud servants of the Empra by our side I reckon nothin' can quite stand 'gainst us."