Inside the Beast, Deezy fumed and flipped a few switches too hard. One popped out of its socket, and she had to fumble with it in the cramped cockpit and fit it back into place; which she did with gentle fingers.
"It's okay there," she said affectionately, patting the console as if it was a puppy scared of a sandstorm. "Shh. I'm sorry. I'm not mad at you."
She organized her thoughts, then decided. The Gearsmith was at Slaughtertown. It was probably well defended. Therefore...
She flicked the radio on again and tried to deepen her voice, adding a little phlegm at the back of her throat to make it scratchy and unpleasant.
"I think I see where the bastards are! The ones that blew us up! We're gonna need reinforcements from Slaughtertown though! Call it in!"
Deezy then went listen-only on the radio and powered up the speakers again.
"We're going to need to get moving if we want to get to Slaughtertown before its troops get back."
"It's okay there," she said affectionately, patting the console as if it was a puppy scared of a sandstorm. "Shh. I'm sorry. I'm not mad at you."
She organized her thoughts, then decided. The Gearsmith was at Slaughtertown. It was probably well defended. Therefore...
She flicked the radio on again and tried to deepen her voice, adding a little phlegm at the back of her throat to make it scratchy and unpleasant.
"I think I see where the bastards are! The ones that blew us up! We're gonna need reinforcements from Slaughtertown though! Call it in!"
Deezy then went listen-only on the radio and powered up the speakers again.
"We're going to need to get moving if we want to get to Slaughtertown before its troops get back."