After playing around with the minigun for a minute, I nodded approvingly. Not only did I love my 'gift', but with the material having Psionic properties, I felt like my armour could devour the materials and make it into the suit itself.
That way I wouldn't have to hold another funeral for another piece of equipment. BUt for now, I took off the minigun, placed it back in the crate and willed my armour back into my arm.
"Fergus, thank you. I won't forget this." I said and went to give the hand a handshake. The man then grasped my forearm and I followed his lead.
"Don't mention it, I basically just scammed you out of twelve billion credits. Just don't die fighting in this expedition or it will be a waste."
The two of us then shared a moment that was capped off with a simple bro nod. Nothing more needed to be said.
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After leaving the building. I was now carrying a crate. The human puppy I was accompanied by, saw this and ran over, bouncing around me.
