Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5583506-20190918134951/@comment-7262318-20190919153058

"Aw, come on... there's always a deal to be made," Gabriel grinned. Outside the window, Gvel saw a small ship rise up from the ground, its guns and laser-machine guns aimed directly at the penthouse. A Cliff-Racer Class vessel, but heavily modified.

"I want that butter-knife'a yours, and you want to keep this penthouse from getting blown into space..." Gabe said. "You want to wager that little matrix'a yours is gonna stop a Orichalic Warhead?"