A-112: Spanial, Common Area
Gregar descends into a brief burst of technical language with ends with, “So yes. Or maybe even generators?”
Prrri makes a noise like someone sucking custard through a straw and gestures to the broken rifle.
Ipan nods as if he’s been vindicated, “Smooth. Electric aliens.“
Lia is visibly excited by this breakthrough. Her eyes have gone from sparkly to glittering.
“You theorise that they create the energy within themselves, hence shorting out the rifle?”