Guess who ALSO came back!

[inneedofasmoke]

[In addition to the return of the Paladin, there's also one other return. There's a brand new MS - albeit rather highly roughed up from the battle in the Hangar. Its Cornea scorching pink paintjob was more or less ruined, and the offensive emblem on its shoulder was more or less removed by several impacts with volcanic rock. Either way though when the cockpit opens...]

Guten Tag!

[Was Luger, pretty bruised and a little worse for wear - but looking downright cheerful! But that's not what's odd. He's wearing an oversized sombrero to boot, and had a poncho that reached to his feet and both were stained with all sorts of things you would rather not guess about.]

I see nothing's changed at all~

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[inneedofasmoke]

Gott! Who even speaks like that these days?!

[Luger fixes Isaac with a one-eyed look, trying to discern the nobleman's intent.]

Is it the renaissance fair on board today?

[The Space German then speaks in a horrifically butchered english accent - further made worse by his already present german accent.]

Dozzt zhou fazzer know zhhat heees booter knuife ist ghonne?

[armored_fruit]

Isaac blinks.

Then he cuffs Luger across the cheek.

[inneedofasmoke]

[Luger is knocked to the ground with a single blow... though thankfully for Isaac's sake he doesn't have to deal with his noble sinclair body getting infected by the numerous plagues within Luger's blood. The insane german however is sporting a rather amused grin this time that's looking a little disturbing.]

Harder.

[....Whut?]

[armored_fruit]

Isaac stares at Luger for a moment.

"Heavenly Jove, another follower of the Marquis de Sade." He groans.

He shakes his head. "Whatever floats your clipper ship, strange little Teuton. I wash my hands of it." He turns and starts walking away.

[inneedofasmoke]

[Luger clucks his tongue. Damn. Didn't work out like he'd hoped. Oh well, he'll have to try something else with this guy.]