MassEffectRP

"Finally!" Alec said exasperatedly. "Someone with a modicum of politeness."

Well hellooo Sailor... whistled Clara, fluttering her eyes at one of the turrets.

What's going on? Shyfly called out from inside the storage compartment. I can't see!

Just stay there, SF. Sandra warned. There's a lot of guns here.

"Now," the mad merc began. "I'm a bounty hunter, mercenary, pirate, entertainer..." he emphasised the last word. "And since getting to this planet, I've noticed that the first three are pretty much in small demand. Then I hear that there's this cute little Jelly that fancies himself an emperor. A Yagh is all well and good, but he failed in the end, correct? All I wanted was a job. Give me something to blow up, and I can make it very... very... interesting. And I think your friend over there can tell you how much damage I can do, if the walls weren't a big enough example."