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[Taricus]

*The dwarves leave the brawl casually*

[Phantom]

"That's better. Taric...
Okay, arm wrestle, feel free to use your exoskeleton."

[Taricus]

"No thanks, I like my arms attached, Though thanks for the offer"

[Phantom]

"Seriously, I'll use my bad arm."
He holds up his incredibly abused right arm, one of the chitinous plates still having not regrown and liquid tiberium slowly coming out in drops.

[Taricus]

"Still wouldn't be fair."

[Phantom]

"Nevermind..."
Dariel blinks back to the bridge, and Berkar appears to have fallen asleep inside the Banshee, comically hugging onto one of the seats.

[Twi]

((I'm leaving in like,3 minutes and am not entirely sure when I'll be back- after 12, that's for sure.)0
"Hey Dariel," Thera says, waving to said person.

[Phantom]

"Hi Thera, need anything?"

[Twi]

"Not at the moment, no."

[Taricus]

*Walks into the bridge with olon*

"Oh, G'day"

[Phantom]

"Okay, well, I'm going down to the hangar."
Dariel heads to said place and begins screwing around with one of the Banshee's radios.

[Taricus]

*Mans the Comm. station*

"Anything fer me ta do?"

[Twi]

"You could always help with fire control. Taricus threw a few more weapons onto here than I had originally intended to arm it with," Kata notes.
"Of course, there's not much to shoot at the moment, but it'd be helpful when the time comes."

[Taricus]

"C'mon, you get ta show me th' big guns"

*Drags taric out of the chair down to fire control*

[Phantom]

Dariel blinks back to the bridge with a mostly cauterized right arm.
"I added another radio to the Banshee in case the others fail. It's also very long ranged. Hold on."
Dariel blinks over to fire control.