Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-30700719-20170313134600/@comment-30700719-20170504200037

The mess hall speakers activate. <Excuse me, but the autorepair functions aboard this ship ensure that no damage remains for at least four hours before reverting to normal. With small-arms fire such as used by Lilith's friends, the damage would not last more than a minute. I am afraid that Lilith cannot be held responsible for repairs, as they are almost immediately dealt with. I suggest a compensation for the amount of damage inflicted. According to calculations, the current monetary value of repairs is over $50,000,000. It may yet rise. I will give you the camera feed to the area of conflict. However, to avoid an unfair advantage, all outgoing transmissions will be blocked.> The speakers go silent.

I slowly walk forward into the darkness. "Honestly, this ship can take a couple claws. That, I can overlook. But it doesn't matter if the outside gives a nice impression. It's what's under the surface that counts. So yeah, I'd rather go for a death machine that cares about me, rather than a fuck bunny that only values me for my nethers." I stop and fabricate a second Tesla gauntlet onto my left fist. "If I find you, you're gonna catch sixty-six pounds of force to the jaw!" I look back at the Valk. "Don't worry. I'm gonna blow that bitch's head right off her shoulders. Stay safe for now. Try not to catch a bullet. Later, I'll fix that."