Slag marched down the stairs and entered the sleeping quarters. It was dark and damp, obviously it was rarely ever used. Spiderwebs had formed in the corners of the room, the owners of the webs long dead. On the floor there was a large blood stain where someone was once killed.

Slag sat down on a barrel and chuckled, "Home sweet home."

He pulled off his mechanical arm and set it on a crate next to him. He pulled out his blaster arm and stuck it in its slot. He spun the gun part around on his wrist and locked it in place. He began checking the ammo and mechinisms, making sure everything was in order for when the next time he had to use it.

He continued to do this with the rest of his weapons until he was finished with them all. He returned his original arm into its slot and stood from the barrel, realizing he was hungery. He made his way back up to the deck, "You weird kid, I'm hungry!" he shouted to where ever TDC had gone.

"Hold your horses metal man, we don't have any food." TDC grumbled, him too striving for food.

"Well how in blue blazes are we getting some?" Slag shouted.

TDC rolled his eyes, "Go find a net and catch some fish."

Slag turned around and walked to the edge of the boat. He unequiped his current arm and equiped his blaster arm once more, "All I need is the fish bait and I can do the rest." he smirked.

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