Drill Tank Uprising

[Tessan Toov]

Twin Twist doesn't know what he did. He just stares at Impactor dumbly for a long moment. These things happen, and Twin Twist never knows what he's done.

He briefly touches the 'AR 37' written on his knee, and then he stands and quietly files out.

No one who ever has a choice actually wants Twin Twist around. Impactor has a choice now, Twin Twist supposes, and he's made the choice that everyone else does.

Can't blame him, really.

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OOC: Out of thread.

[Impactor/"Imp"]

Impactor sits, staring straight ahead at nothing, as Twin Twist leaves. Then he reaches over, grasps the terminal with his good hand, and with a furious roar, pulls it from it's stand and throws it against the wall opposite him, reducing it to useless wreckage.

Then his hand clenches into a fist as he closes his optics. After a few moments he moves that fist up to support his forehead, even as he moves his head down. He shakes faintly once, twice, almost as if suppressing a sob. But that can't be it. Not him.

Can it?

And then he's still.