Debriefings in progress aboard the Mercenary Warship Touch and Go.
. . . I popped the lid off, and I heard Kevyn's voice. Good thing, too. I wouldn't have recognized him.
We hustled down the hall together, but I couldn't really keep up. He took out two pirates before I even knew they were there.
He ordered me into the duct-work, and told me to secure Shufgar. I got there just in time.
. . . Shufgar was going to shoot Elf right in the face. I couldn't watch.
So I looked at our guards instead. And then this. . . shadow flitted across them, and they collapsed.
. . . I thought I was dead. I deserved to be dead. I had been so glad he chose Pronto first, I totally deserved to be next.
But I wasn't. I opened my eyes and saw that Schlock had the gun, my hair had been parted, and all the guards were on the floor.
So. . . I've debriefed your troops, and reviewed Thurl's notes from the cleanup.
Yes, I actually read his report.
I guess you got some kind of latent, super soldier-boosting from Petey?
Come on, Kevyn. Say something.
Say something else?