Robotic Opinions, Hah!

VT-L2 gazed up at Quint in confusion. "Ripper might like it, but I am droid. I don't know hair to save my booty! I'm going to ask Ripper if I can send your message since I can't without permission!" He then ran off down the hallway from her to find said man.

Ripper was napping for once when VT-L2 jumped onto him and started screaming into his ears. Falling from his seat, he groaned and rubbed a hand over his face. "Can you not do that? I like it when my ears don't bleed..." Sitting up, he looks to the little droid. "What do you want now?"

"Can I send a message?" L2 asked.

With an arched brow, Ripper frowned. "For who?"

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Ghost was still sitting with Rowan as she finally repaired her left hand and smiled at her hard work. "Out of danger and all fixed up." She said before looking to Rowan and showing him the repairs. "I actually can fix my own parts if given the right amount of time."

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As both ships made their way closer to the planet's coordinates, the two pieces of Ring attached to each navigation system began to click and glow slightly, letting anyone nearby know that the teleportation jump would occur soon.