Lancer: The Beautiful Machine IC

[Bitter]

”Don’t take any nonsense I say too seriously,” says Lupo as he sees Biff reaching to check his shoes. “I’ve something’s got a dark sense of humour and haven’t had much of an outlet for it these past few years.”

With the mechs now being printed, Lupo standing guard with his peashooter seems fairly redunant so he retreats back to stand near Biff and watches as Caliburn is printed and put together, piece by piece.

“You seem like you’ve been around the block a few times. You done any fighting on local worlds here where we might have been on the same field? Sigma Seven, Josephine’s World, Chi Delta 3, Seven Peaks Mountain? By the way, I’m Lupo but the call sign is Dust.”