The ship snaked stealthily through the Wastelands. Dark Ace couldn't help but admire the Merb's piloting skills.
The sharpshooter was leaning against the wall, chewing on a wad of...who knows what.
The kid was standing next to the girl, and they were speaking in hushed tones, staring at the map laid out in front of them both.
She turned to face him.
"Do you know exactly how the machine works?"
He pauses. "Sort of. There's a place for you to put the subject. Subject goes in, rattle rattle, crystal pops out."
"And the crystal will be...?"
"Depends on the subject."
And he leers mysteriously.