As the laughter fades, the Captain is met with a shocking sight. The half-meter wide ballistic is seemingly frozen in time— or more accurately, slowing.
A purple-blue neon wave of light begins to envelop the pig iron slug, and the pod begins moving as it seems to [i]absorb[/i] the round into the ship.
[i][Underdeveloped— ha! Let's see them push off the kinetic energy of an electromagnetic gauss slug for fuel!][/i]
As the metal round disappears completely, the pod rockets off into the abyss, the pod's fuel reading just a tad more plentiful as Cain searches for aid once more.
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[b]A chair is flung across the bridge[/b] [i]I want what's on that ship! Contact clients across the galaxy! Fridres, Gala, Brestine, all of them! I WANT ITS HEAD![/i]
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[spoiler]I'm rather excited about this— there are several things I've been wanting to do that could only be done if the Coalition had an Ignus defector.[/spoiler]