The Retribution

[Reverend Del]

"Aw man, the boss is gonna be pissed." Fastjack looked at the ship, or what was left of it. Heavily damaged it looked a little less than it's former glory. The docking area of Refugio wasn't really big enough to take ships of this class, but they'd got her aboard somehow. Put her down midst the arms and crates and other technical equipment needed to keep a Xeno flight wing in running order.

FastJack looked at the dockmaster, "Can you fix it? Greerson will be really annoyed if you can't, it's his pride and joy, ya know?"

The dockmaster didn't look at FastJack as he replied. "Oh easy enough, it's mostly cosmetic from the looks of things, only a few major components might need repairing, that said we can send out a few raiding parties for the parts, won't take more than a couple of days to get em. Might take us a week or two to get her fixed mind. We're a little overrun."

Fastjack left the dock to go wander, since he got busted out of Huntsville he'd been at a loss. His talents were most mental, and being able to interface with any system that existed, having been wetwired to do so, wasn't proving a useful Xeno requirement at the moment. In short FastJack was bored. Very bored.

He wandered through Refugio's busy halls, always someone going somewhere to do something, FastJack didn't know why the Xenos needed so much paperwork to get anything done, but they did it seemed, requests for this, demands for that, orders to do another, it all added up until the Xenos were just like anyone else. a bureaucratic nightmare.

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Saint Del is considered a holy healer of diseases of children, but also as a protector of cattle.