Jak Sandrow
"Nobody cares for the woods anymore."
Specifically, Jak's hand. He had lost it on the escape from Fondor, and was yearning for a replacement, if only temporary.
It had been a few days since the hectic battles of the escape from Fondor. Jak had been aimlessly wandering around the space station. The others were all off preparing for something, hacking into each other's office, or going on their own missions. It had been several months since Vandelhelm, when Jak had joined, but he was still not used to the place.
Back to the task at hand.
He smiled at the inward pun.
Eventually, he decided to head down to the tech wing. They'd have something there for him.
It had been a few days since the hectic battles of the escape from Fondor. Jak had been aimlessly wandering around the space station. The others were all off preparing for something, hacking into each other's office, or going on their own missions. It had been several months since Vandelhelm, when Jak had joined, but he was still not used to the place.
Back to the task at hand.
He smiled at the inward pun.
Eventually, he decided to head down to the tech wing. They'd have something there for him.
