Holy Lykos wrote:He glanced between the two, Drova and Myra. "First Force-Sensitive Mag met not from home dimension! Koovy koovy koovy!"
She looked over at the prince. Force sensitive, eh? She filed that away to mention to Sandy; his message said he'd been wondering about getting the fliers they had organized into some sort of larger force, now that he thought they had a core to build around. She returned to thinking about Drova. Perhaps this is why Demens wanted him: an exotic warrior, not a king. That made some sort of sense, to the extent she credited Demens with having any particular ideas in mind for the people he chose. Amanda tended to think of him as an old man at a flea market, picking up curious-looking tools in the hope that they'd be useful someday.
Amanda turned back to the table, but found that the distraction had cost her all the conversational threads. What had they been talking about? Oh, right: Nivea had been saying something.
Chedastan wrote:"I have a feeling that the majority of the people from your dimension were probably far more advance than what my own people could possibly ever dream to imagine. But this crossbow is probably the best my people could've come up with besides something that used fire."
Amanda studied her weapon, but that told her little: it was just a crossbow, long since supplanted by the gun. Nivea was probably right that wasn't very useful to them. No, wait: not useful in straight-up, no-holds-barred fighting. She gently touched the Nevidian's forearm with her fingertips. "In terms of brute force, there are much better weapons; better than I carry, and I think even better than Thaddeus has."
"But not everything we'll have to do calls for brute force. Sandy's group left most of their equipment here, because they need to blend in where and when they went. There will doubtless be similar circumstances in the future."