Arty
Tactical
"Fucking things..." Drake was... Pissed. Several pirates had attacked his ship, severely damaging it, and he was waiting for repairs. He sat at a bar on Earth, simply staring into empty space. The back of his head itched for a while, for a good reason. His NOVA device had been acting strangely for a few days maybe had malfunctioned. He waited for hours, sighing as time went by... (Sorry for the intro, I'm on my phone)