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[ECHO]: Trickster's HAR-117 v 2.0
Oliver could not sleep. For the past month he was tormented by inexplicable insomnia, for which there was no reason. And now he, as usual, was walking on the deck and admired the survey of the planet. Nibiru was beautiful. On the dark side was clearly visible shining of the White Monolith, where not so long ago crashed Trickster's corvette. Oliver laughed - yes, flying over the area of electromagnetic distortions on civilian ship, which not equipped with an electromagnetic system of protection - it's just in the spirit of Nathan.
Back in the sleeping compartment, Oliver heard the whistle, faint whisper and fake singing from the cabin of Trickster. Once inside, he saw Nathan's not near the bench, as usual. He sat on the floor, and beside him was laying a bright thingy, even remotely reminiscent of nothing.A little further, layed disassembled Monk's SMG, entangled with similar glowing wires.
-Hey? - asked Oliver.
Trickster abruptly stopped singing and twitched as if stung.
-What the hell are you doing here?! Completely lost conscience, to break in my room in the middle of the night?
-Well, as I can see, you sorta not sleep, - Oliver said.
-That;s not a reason, - grumbled Nathan.
-So,,, wtf is this? - asked Oliver, pointing at the glowing thing.
-I slightly modified my rifle after that accident. Now it looks like a GUN!
-Huh, and bots now can see you from kilometers away, - laughed Zanmer.
-It's not a whole rifle, it's only a guts of it, idiot. Do you think I would run near the bots with a damn lighthouse in my hands?
-Yeah, it's in your style.
-Just let me finish, and I'll show you at what this thing can do.
-Okay, do it.
-Are you really want to sit here and look on my work?
-Yep, why not?
-Minded for spying? The less you know - sleeping tight. So get out of my cabin.
-Whaa..?
-GET OUT
With these words, the Trickster pushed Zanmer out of his cabin and locked the door. After a few seconds, then back came the unreadable fake singing.
Shrugging his shoulders, Oliver moved back to the bridge.
Dawn was breaking over Nibiru.
HUGE credit for SPW team and Xanatos.
Feedback is welcome.
[ECHO]: Trickster's HAR-117 v 2.0
Oliver could not sleep. For the past month he was tormented by inexplicable insomnia, for which there was no reason. And now he, as usual, was walking on the deck and admired the survey of the planet. Nibiru was beautiful. On the dark side was clearly visible shining of the White Monolith, where not so long ago crashed Trickster's corvette. Oliver laughed - yes, flying over the area of electromagnetic distortions on civilian ship, which not equipped with an electromagnetic system of protection - it's just in the spirit of Nathan.
Back in the sleeping compartment, Oliver heard the whistle, faint whisper and fake singing from the cabin of Trickster. Once inside, he saw Nathan's not near the bench, as usual. He sat on the floor, and beside him was laying a bright thingy, even remotely reminiscent of nothing.A little further, layed disassembled Monk's SMG, entangled with similar glowing wires.
-Hey? - asked Oliver.
Trickster abruptly stopped singing and twitched as if stung.
-What the hell are you doing here?! Completely lost conscience, to break in my room in the middle of the night?
-Well, as I can see, you sorta not sleep, - Oliver said.
-That;s not a reason, - grumbled Nathan.
-So,,, wtf is this? - asked Oliver, pointing at the glowing thing.
-I slightly modified my rifle after that accident. Now it looks like a GUN!
-Huh, and bots now can see you from kilometers away, - laughed Zanmer.
-It's not a whole rifle, it's only a guts of it, idiot. Do you think I would run near the bots with a damn lighthouse in my hands?
-Yeah, it's in your style.
-Just let me finish, and I'll show you at what this thing can do.
-Okay, do it.
-Are you really want to sit here and look on my work?
-Yep, why not?
-Minded for spying? The less you know - sleeping tight. So get out of my cabin.
-Whaa..?
-GET OUT
With these words, the Trickster pushed Zanmer out of his cabin and locked the door. After a few seconds, then back came the unreadable fake singing.
Shrugging his shoulders, Oliver moved back to the bridge.
Dawn was breaking over Nibiru.
HUGE credit for SPW team and Xanatos.
Feedback is welcome.