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It was time to celebrate! Why? Well... because Calder said so. Obviously. They had successfully stolen a large assortment of weapons and goods from Kadara. Right under Sloane's nose. Oh, how Calder would love to rub it in her face. Soon enough! She was struggling, or at least that's what he heard, to keep that so-called iron fist grip on the port. It would be glorious to see her fall... But for now, drinks!
Calder wasn't much of a drinker, which didn't stop him from getting
Calder searched the ship, and the first soul he saw was a rather tall Turian. Lucky him! Strolling in, bottle in hand, he tossed two metal cups at Des, his handy dandy second in command. "Tonight we drink!" Calder exclaimed. So chop, chop.
PERMALINK // POSTED May 19 2018, 07:28 AM