"I don't really care, I have my job, and I do it well."
Dicius went to Loudmouth. "Where are we going?"
"Away from here." He says, sounding distracted
"And why we was here?"
Direwolf continued to monitor the engines.
Dicius was looking on a window.
Direwolf got up to stretch.
OOC: GOOD NEWS! I have a plot forming, I just need to finish a few things up. or at least part of a plot.So yeah, let me flesh that out, and we will get rolling.
A small fighter ship followed Soren's Wraith.
Retro also looks out the window
The fighter continues to follow Storm's Wraith. It's cloaking prevented it from being seen or detected.
Loudmouth was behind the bar counter, mixing a drink for flashback.
Dicius came to Loudmouth."What's up?"
OOC: I won't be too active...
OOC: Its fine.
"Nothing much you?" He asks.
At that moment, A second loudmouth walks into the bar. He had cuts that were leaking energon, and held a pathblaster in his hand. He raised it to the other one's head. "Get off my ship."
"Sup?" Asked Dire.
"Give me a second." Says the bloodied loudmouth, as he shoots the other one it the head.
The other loudmouth falls to the ground, a greenish brown liquid flowing from where his head was.
"Welp I'm out," Dire replied as he walked out of the bar.
He saw a clone of himself walking down the hallway.
Flashback growled, and lept at Loudmouth. Loudmouth punches him, sending him flying to a wall. He shoots flashback in the chest, and the same greenish brown liquid flows from the wound.
Shellrush plays a game in his room.
There was a knock at his door.