Talk:Dragonfire Privateering League Loyalists/@comment-24298744-20150207010402

OOC: Just a demostration.

Baxter: Prepare the laser.

A large laser, built on the Crucebu's back bends down, pointed towards an abandones airfield.

Baxter: Fire.

The laser beam fires, going at the speed of light. It tears most of the airfield to shreds, leaving only a few burning husks in a 2000 meter radius.

Baxter looks up at the Recharge Timer. It spells 71:58:42 and counting down.

Baxer: Go back to higher orbit. Argon, are the mineral searching teams ready?

Argon: Yes they are sir.

Baxter: Good. Tell them to go to the old mines and search for the PEB fuel. Very rare thing, we need as much of it as we can get to fuel the laser!

Argon: Yes, sir.

Baxter: I will be in my bedchambers.