SHU.
The vessel snapped out of hyper space, the Hub of the Milky Way Sector looming beneath them.
"We have spare parts, right?" Sylas asked, looking toward Old Brama who nodded in return.
At this point, the old man didn't know why Sylas asked him these questions. He had clearly come here knowing that they definitely had spare parts. What if Old Brama said no? Would they just have made a wasted trip?
Either way, it was true. After fusing five ships together into this singular, sleek behemoth, it was only natural that there be many redundant parts.
Old Brama had planned to sell them piece-wise after all fo this blew over, but he was a bit busy still tinkering and refining this one. So it wasn't as though he had all the time in the world to deal with those matters.
"Good. Stock them up into a spatial device. Then we'll set off again."
…
Soon, they were up and away again.
