and dynamoio tentatively boards Ragnar Anchorage once again, this old hulk once home. He flicks the flash light back and forth to check for signs of life, seeing none he sighs and taps a gauge on his exosuits wrist and thinks 'at least the atmo generators still run' before removing his helmet and taking a lung full of air.
"Place smells as bad as ever" he says, the echo bouncing off the walls.
Pulling up a chair, feet up on an ammo crate he lights a smoke, places a blaster and hip flask on the table next to him and waits to see if any other refugees find there way back......
2 posts • Page 1 of 1