Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25828117-20160326001252/@comment-24510587-20160401073111

Heinrich sat in a chair, toying with his combat knife. The couple of other members of Broadsword that were still aboard the ship were going about their business, with the German operative ovserving them from behind the visor of his helmet. It was a habit he had picked up aboard the Stalin - he no longer needed to observe any of them, but he found it hard to stop himself.

Eventually, he stood up. "My rifle is in dire need of a replacement," he said, more to himself than to the others. "I think I am going to see if there are any better alternatives for it on this station." With that, he stepped into the airlock and left for the lunar city.