He bites the insides of his cheek and fights against his instincts, attempting to simply move forward and not worry about micro-managing.
The Dom stabilizes.
Matthew relaxes, then laughs breathlessly. "Fascinating! Your computing technology is very potent."
He increases the speed a bit, then slows to a stop. The Dom halts. Then he picks up the pace again, until he is at a full on trot.
"Excellent! I believe I have the hang of it."
He turns around and heads back to the hanger.
"Now then. Let me see if I can pick up a weapon and shoot with it. Though why they do not simply build weapons into the frame is beyond me."
Inside the hanger, he extends a hand to reach a mounted beam rifle. He gets...a very poor grip, and the beam rifle falls from the hand to clatter on the hanger floor.
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He bites the insides of his cheek and fights against his instincts, attempting to simply move forward and not worry about micro-managing.
The Dom stabilizes.
Matthew relaxes, then laughs breathlessly. "Fascinating! Your computing technology is very potent."
He increases the speed a bit, then slows to a stop. The Dom halts. Then he picks up the pace again, until he is at a full on trot.
"Excellent! I believe I have the hang of it."
He turns around and heads back to the hanger.
"Now then. Let me see if I can pick up a weapon and shoot with it. Though why they do not simply build weapons into the frame is beyond me."
Inside the hanger, he extends a hand to reach a mounted beam rifle. He gets...a very poor grip, and the beam rifle falls from the hand to clatter on the hanger floor.
"Er–".