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[Tellemurius]

"What are you blabbering about now?"

[Phantom]

Phantom, intent on screwing around with one of Taricus' forgotten characters, sends Dariel off to meet with the dwarves for a request. Particularly, Dariel is set off to find Olon.


Meanwhile, Berkar builds a paranoid looking branch shelter to stop the barrage of plotrocks.

The Medic performs some late dental hygiene by using some cactus water and needles.

[Taricus]

"What do you want?"

[Tellemurius]

"I ASKED WHAT THE HELL YOUR LAST COMMENT WAS ABOUT!!!"

[Taricus]

*Points to Lavi*

[Phantom]

He points to the Hellgun he has equipped.
"Think you can make the Hellpistol variant of this? I kinda need it since I find it pointless to carry something this huge by now."

[Tellemurius]

((ok im lost on track, think its time for bed))

[Taricus]

*Examines the rifle* "Think so, come back in a day or so"

[Phantom]

"Good, I'll be back later. But I have something to ask, do you have the materials to create any Lasweapon in general?"

[Taricus]

"Yep, why do you ask?"

[Phantom]

"I find it strange all of you possess the blueprints to make Imperium Lasweapons, and the tech to recreate something as reliable as the Hellpistol. After all, most are centuries old, and it's somewhat hard to match that kind of reliability by now."

[Taricus]

"Hey, We aren't called the best goddamned engineers for nothin'"

[Phantom]

"The Enginseers would beg to differ, but it is a shame none are here."

[Taricus]

"Well if you find one, send him to us will ya"

[Phantom]

"I will.



...Wait, WHERE the hell has a dwarf ever come up with Mass Effect technology and such?"