Jarik broke their standoff first and ran at the pirate, firing up his plasma torch. He aimed his strike at the cockpit, but was intercepted by the grasping claw of the other mech. It caught his arm at

“Drop the canister and walk away,” one of the mechs bellowed at her, pointing a laser canon. The other four followed suit, training their various weapons on the lone Salamander woman. She walked to the

After a week of monitoring the radio waves, Jarik Davin made ready to travel to the trading post to sell his Chintamani tooth. One week was the legally required amount of time to allow someone to make

The fireball lanced across the evening sky, and Jarik Davin watched it burn up the atmosphere, an idiot grin forming on his cracked and scarred face. His gruff voice resounded across the garage as he shouted