<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=61950.msg2845514#msg2845514">Quote from: BlackFistKronos on 16-03-2010, 21:22:11</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><strong>I take it we'll fit right in, just as long as we keep our more 'expensive' toys hidden. Tech level out there is 'moderate' at best, borderline archaic most times. The mobs emphasise style over functionality.</strong><br/></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>Aellae couldn't resist a peek at her utility belt and chew her lip. Maybe the newer detonators had to remain behind. As a most recent addition to her collection, they not only looked shiny, but they were nowhere near the level of technology the planet would know. It wouldn't be that much of a problem. Heck, she was able to make detonates herself with nothing more then a paperclip, some wire and chewinggum, but they were her new pride and joy ; new shiny toys to make things go 'boom'.<br/>Sighing softly to herself, she made mental notes which to remove and started thinking about the other materials. Most where hidden in the belt's pockets, they couldn't be that much of a problem, could they?<br/><br/>Raising her glance back up, it got draw towards the metallic skinned man. For a moment she couldn't help but wonder how he would fit in in a world with a low tech level.<br/>Trailing her eyes slowly over his gear, which she was sure was only a small taste of what he'd carry in battle, Aellae licked her lips. Normally she wasn't much for common weaponry, but what this guy was equipped with was more then impressive and it made her wonder where he had gotten them from.<br/><br/>Leaning her elbow on her knee and her chin on her handpalm, her gaze darted back to the Leader, wondering what other information he would have she had to listen to. Surely they had to introduce themselves to eachother? Or did this bloke think her psychic?<br/>