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Varrus sat on a small stool in the midst of a mostly empty hanger, looking over the belongings and parts that brayos had removed from his jumpship.

"Damn warlock owes me a round in the crucible for this." He muttered, looking over the incompletely transmatted parts and rifled-through ownings spread out aside his ship. Brayos had meant well in attempting to salvage the most important items aboard, but in the process of removing them had damaged said parts beyond hope of immeadiate repair.

"So, looks like I'm hitching a ride." Varrus said to himself as he rose and looked around the hanger. The deck was devoid of materials, aside from a pile of long forgotten crates. No other vehicles occupied the space around the draught. And not a single fallen stirred around the empty deck, the scavengers mostly deciding to steer clear of Varrus, even the cultural gap between the two races not masking the animosity he held for them.

Varrus was about to return to his quarters when the floor shuddered slightly, and a crew of fallen ran from one door of the hanger to the other, seemingly in a hurry to get to the next hanger over. The giant decided that he had nothing better to do, and paced after the blades.