OOC: we should probably find and disable( preferably completely destroy) its tracking/homing/locator/distress beacon ASAP.
IC: Firestorm smiles. He is glad to see folks talking and mingling without being in the middle of some kind of war zone.
OOC: when Traykar gets back on.
IC: Doohickey and Bootleg look at each other for a few more seconds. Then the moment grew awkward, and they looked away.
Gladius was looking for Glitch.
She was still hiding
"Glitch?" Gladius calls softly. "Listen, I'm sorry if we scared you earlier."
"Come on out, please," Gladius requests, still using the soft, gentle tone from before.
"you're on the wrong side of the ship." Tychon informs
"Where is she?" Gladius asks.
"across the bow."
Gladius thanks Tychon and heads in that direction.
Ahzi walked around
Ironclad and Razorwing join Ahzi in her wanderings
Gladius reaches the bow of the Hammer.
@KAI_BORG Thingamabob looks for Asphalt, just to talk to someone.
If he was to head back to the areas Asphalt was usually hiding in nowadays he'd easily find him by the sound of his training.
Bob does so.
"Hey," he greets Asphalt.
Asphalt gave a small flinch, partially fumbling his blade before he turned to Bob, 'grinning' as he replied, "O-oh, hey!"
"So... how're things?" Bob asks, falling back to the phrase he used to start conversations when he didn't really know what else to say.
"U-uh, f-fine... J-just training, tr-trying to get close to the skill level his old body w-was at... A-and hiding from Firestorm..."
"His?" Bob repeats.
Oh slag. Bootleg's right: why's it always gotta be something with these guys?