The scans they made throughout the hour, definitely demanded for some plans to be restructured. The team of two plotted tirelessly, to figure out the best and most efficient ways to weaponize this village.
It was an adrenaline rush, the thought process was burdening. Gustav had it especially difficult, since he tried to keep up with a brain that was ten times smarter than his. The terranidans were truly constant thinkers, and at one point, the two even ignored that it was night-time!
The lights within every corner of the ship made them lose track of time, they weren't swallowed by the darkness. The lights reacted to commandst too, and Tutan could switch them upon will; So even the concept of time wasn't a distraction anymore!
Tutan muttered the plans over, reminding. "Your idea isn't bad… but there still are a thousand people. A lot of them would turn out as dead weight, if they can't hold a blaster."
