Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-27227983-20170322113805/@comment-27227983-20170326074752

Damien: Clyde, get a grip, will you!?

Silas gets to Ronja with a sewing kit, and alcohol...

Silas: OK... I-I got this... First, to disinfect the wounds... Sorry Ronja, I don't have anesthia for this... *Cautiously pours alcohol into Ronja's wounds...*

Whatever was in the radar, it was... following?

Irizu: Clyde, help me set up the cannons! We're getting rid of whatever the hell's on our trail! *Grabs Clyde, and teleports to the lower deck, where plasma cannons are set up*