Ferris the Drabby Jester
- There are such things, but we practically do not use them. If we work together, I’ll get you one,†the three-eyed man suggested to her, shrugging his shoulders.
Nayto
Gor has been sitting on the couch all this time, immersed in his own thoughts. The three-eyes were pursuing a strange strategy. Usually, mercenaries were instructed to go ahead of the main army, so as not to waste their strength on a losing battle, if possible, even tip the scales. And now they are sent to the defense of some planet, and they are also equipped on the road. Something was obviously unclean here, but Horus could not figure out what.
Suddenly a strange thought came to him. He was wounded by shrapnel in the arm. But weren't his hands...?
He looked at them. Ordinary human pumped up hands. For some reason, Horus had a strange feeling that something was wrong. Richard was there. Didn't flutter. And it had nothing to do with him either. It was connected directly with his body. As if in the past he made some changes in his body, but now something has changed. He himself could not understand what, as soon as he tried to remember, his mind seemed to run into a wall. But at the same time, it seemed to spin on the tongue. An unusual occurrence.
“I'm sorry, Varry. Horus spoke up. – I listened a bit, where can I get a set of armor? Mine... was destroyed. - Horus tried to sound as convincing as possible, but he himself could not understand this riddle. He couldn't walk around unprotected all this time, otherwise he would have died long ago. But at the same time, apart from his usual clothes, he was wearing nothing. And as soon as he thought about it, his mind went into a dead end.
Richard
- Follow my subordinate and everything will be given out there, Horus - Warri treated Horus like an old acquaintance, which was noticeable even in a softer voice. - There you can take something extra. Anything you want, the main thing - just return.
“Y-yes, we’ll take care of all the used theft prevention equipment,†the three-eyed decided to add to Vhaerion, considering it appropriate, but the clicks in the pronunciation of some words and stutters looked more like a visible excitement than an accent.
“You sound like they’re hauling a grox orb instead of junk found on the road,†Varry taunted him, chuckling softly at the end. The three-eyed man only languidly kept silent, apparently completely unwilling to be here and help strangers who were not even of his race.
Nayto With a curt
nod, Horus got up and followed the other three-eyes into the armory. It was a large room in which the soldiers received their equipment. Now it was empty - the troops had already been mobilized. Accordingly, there was not much to choose from.
- Choose whatever you want. Varri's subordinate muttered without much interest.
- I had to fight with less. - the guy remarked optimistically, trying on a bib, which was a little tight for him. It took some time to find the right armor that would be comfortable for Horus, and finally, his usual elegant clothes were changed to practical armor, capable of protecting against most small-caliber weapons, as well as laser discharges. Horus would have preferred large power armor like the one he had once worn, although he would likely feel claustrophobic.
Also for Horus, there was an automatic weapon with a supply of cartridges, as well as a supply of EMP grenades and even a grox sphere.
- Do you have such a developed military industry that you have extra supplies for third parties in wartime? Horus asked, turning back to Varri. His voice sounded slightly muffled behind his helmet.