“Going… where?” Salvo asks, confused.
“Crewwoman Broadband is beside me,” Motherboard explains. “I am unaware of crewman Actaeon’s current location, however.”
Broadband, at the mention of her name, looks up from a datapad and waves with a smile on her face.
The two specters stare back at Epsilon.
“Hey,” Bootleg says, narrowing his eyes. “Ain’t that the guy who-?”
“Bootleg!” Salvage cuts the minicon short. “Time Travel Rule Number Three, remember?!”
“Oh, frak,” Bootleg realizes. catching himself. “My bad. Didn’ say nothin’. The integrity o’ the timeline is secure.”
Some of the pilgrims react negatively to this; as if they were afraid Spectrum would break something by moving the body around.
Not that Facelift was being especially careful, either. Unlike Forcep, his work was frenzied and chaotic. The hecatian hummed a wild tune to himself as he splashes sentio metallico all over the platform.