Drakador_Chaos Drake would point towards a bin, which contained some sort of teleporter back to Carby's. This was only to be used for dishes and Cutlery. A Zenioth Crew member onboard would then Drop off His said eating utensils. In the Meantime, Six would begin playing Russian Roulette... With himself, with a fully loaded revolver. He proceeded to pull the Trigger, but he was Completely fine; Showing off just how Resilient B.L.A.D.E.'s Trooper armour is. In fact, the Revolver was Completely broken by the failed shot.
Six: "Heh, almost nothin' in the Universe can cut through this stuff! Remember to Trust your armour!"
As Six continued on with his Set of Tricks, the same Zenioth Crew Member would look at the Severed bone arm of the Corrupted Alpha, Impressed yet concerned. He just Shrugged and walked away, however. In the Meantime, Drake would kick back on his Chair and begin reading the news on his Autobook; A Book that Writes itself...
