Arekk
The Flesh Of Fallen Angels
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"You'll not know why until we get there. Just you wait, it will be worth it."
The slicer's stomach growled immediately as Halcyon mentioned food as if it was clockwork. Just say the right word and he'll be starving right away. It never failed. His eyes moved about graciously, scanning the sorroundings.
"Hmph."
Next to the captain's char there was a small cooler with a small protein bar and a Kool-as-Kriff energy drink that was unopened. Whoever had been in this ship before had already eaten the rest of the food so being picky about today's menu choice was a bad idea.
"It's something, right?" He said in jest as he unwrapped the protein bar and took a bite, continuing to speak afterwards with a mouthful. "I made sure to order another batch of the synthflesh patches. A friend of mine is hooking me up with better quality ones, he says they're legit the best thing in the underground market."
Taking a few steps forward, Arekk moved closer to Halcyon to personally inspect the liquid-pulsating injured skin. Halcyon was tough as nails but she wasn't invincible, Arekk made sure that she received the best upgrades in both software and hardware but sometimes that wasn't enough.
"We're about ten minutes away from home. Let's get prepared to ditch this ship and then walk there, avoid any unwarranted attention."
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