Under Siege
Things are very busy at the warehouse now. Word came in only a short time ago that the Final Weapons station was under siege. The Maverick Hunters had been repaired, found a shuttle and a launch window, and were now on the station. Those who were combat capable were doing their best to hold off the attackers long enough for as many as possible to cram onto the single completed ship and get out of range.
Double secretly loved the chaos. All that running around meant so many opportunities for 'accidents' to happen. Carefully planned mishaps had already disabled two of the CRs before he'd been effectively banned from 'helping' in the repair building. He could almost regret that his assignment here was coming to an end. He'd received orders that those remaining here could not be allowed to provide assistance to the Mavericks under assault on the space station.
Killing them all would be easy, or so he thinks, if not for one problem. The Nexus's anti-violence field. He knows it drops if there is consent. So for now he continues to play the innocent bumbler as he looks for someone he might be able to goad into a fight.
Double secretly loved the chaos. All that running around meant so many opportunities for 'accidents' to happen. Carefully planned mishaps had already disabled two of the CRs before he'd been effectively banned from 'helping' in the repair building. He could almost regret that his assignment here was coming to an end. He'd received orders that those remaining here could not be allowed to provide assistance to the Mavericks under assault on the space station.
Killing them all would be easy, or so he thinks, if not for one problem. The Nexus's anti-violence field. He knows it drops if there is consent. So for now he continues to play the innocent bumbler as he looks for someone he might be able to goad into a fight.