OOC: Sorry, my laptop still isn't back, so I'm having to live off other people's compters like some internet vampire.
IC: Jhedin snapped the last plate back into place, and rose from where he had been seated. He fell into step beside Anvion and Julius as they left the Inquisitor's ship, checking his repairs as he moved.
He was pleased when the plasma gun hummed into life, cooling cells glowing a frosty blue, with all containment gauges showing green. With a slight smile, he deactivated the weaon again, allowing it's war spirit to rest until it was needed. Feeling the need to break the silence, he spoke.
"So, how long have you two served the Lord Inquisitor?" |