He thinks for a moment. “Sar. That sounds good.”
A technician walks over. “Run protocol ‘ship_command.exe’. Run protocol ‘ship_map.gif’, play file ‘Marka_instructions.vid’.”
Sar nods, looking slightly saddened, and his right arm starts shifting like a modular creation, his upper forearm coming out and over his hand, closing over it, with new armor taking its place. It started to work like a movie projector on the wall.
OOC: before now S.A.R. Was said like an acronym, which it is, and now it’s said phonetically.