Board Thread:Fun and Games Forum/@comment-24510587-20151030164455/@comment-5650583-20160204020348

Scythe slowly got up from the jumpseat of Avgust's ship. The other Guardians in the Tower looked at him strangely. Then again, they always looked at him strangely. He was just a rumor, a supposedly-rogue Guardian that commanders used as a cautionary tale.

As he walked over to Amanda Holiday's office, he summoned his Ghost. "Hey, how much Glimmer do I have?"

< How much Glimmer do we have, you mean. > It shifted its shell for a minute. < Enough to buy another Javelin-class ship. If you go light on the modifications. >

"Good morning, Miss Holiday." Scythe said as he stopped in front of a large workbench strewn with tools and blueprints.

She looked at him quizically for a second. "Well I'll be damned. Scythe, right? You're the one with that custom Javelin v3? Most people around here thought you were dead."

"Yep, that's me. I had an awesome customized ship, until someone..." he jerked a thumb over towards Baryos, "kinda totalled it."

"So I guess that means you're looking for a new one." It was a statement more than a question.

"Yeah, I need to get back out there. Find some rather important parts before something else does. Got any LRv3's sitting around?" He looked around the hangar.

"I've got one that's ready to fly, one that's almost ready, and three more being assembled." Holiday motioned over to where a stock Javelin sat on a covered landing pad, surrounded by Frames.

The two walked over to it, and Scythe began looking over the landing gear, the control surfaces, and the cockpit. After a few minutes, he turned to her and muttered "How much?"

"The usual going rate is 3800 Glimmer. But I could part with the ARF one for less." She said as she paged through a datapad.

"3800 Glimmer it is. Will it be ready to roll when I get back, say in a few hours?"