You’d be surprised at how much stuff you can screw up with 24 hours, the proper motivation, and a screwdriver. -- TheDragonsFlame
Rael glared at the human in his company. "Do you mean literally, as in fasten, or figuratively, as in ruin?"
A devilish grin. "Ruin," said Shayde, already digging into her extradimensional pockets. Not even dragging their contents out into what passed for the light. Finding what she wanted by feel. One tool emerged. A relatively small swiss army knife. "Brilliant."
In the entire Galactic Alliance, there are few sights more fearful than a grinning human bearing a swiss army knife. Especially when they said what he knew Shayde was going to say. "Let's fook shit up."