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I suggested the new smugglers. They have money and ships.

Works very well, thank you.

So with that bit of npcing, Shiho was officially only aboard to get to a beach planet.

Galo just waved them out, turning on her heel to see them go... Right back out the same gross chute they'd used to get in. She figured they must have really wanted to get out of there, if they didn't even want to ask for the real door. "Oh dear. We were so lookin' farward t'ye company." Her...

"Official policy o' t' Protectorate is that if ye cannae git rid o' Yammies on ye doorstep, then when ye speaks to 'em we should have t' speaker be visibly wounded." Galo explained, adjusting their broken arm in the sling. "So when we heard ye friend say he were comin' tae investigate I got...

So yeah, you guys. I'm pretty much sure this is a briefing mission because the Freespacers had a lot of deep space pilots scouting further away from Kikyo than anyone else. You can get info on where you're going next, but have to deal with space pikeys. I'm so sorry for the accents.

"She's smart, stick wit' her an' ye'll go far." Galo said, leaning the cane against her hip to tap at... Something invisible in the air. Like an unseen keyboard. Lights on the deck starting to flare into life. Many of them old, or flickering. Many of them projecting splotches onto walls and...

Sump Outlet (gross): At first, for the most part the only portion of Galo that was visible was about half their face; faded pink hair cut to jaw length, thin lipped, but with pleasant enough features for a woman, albeit rather scruffy for Yamataian standards. The interior bulkhead was still...

An audible hissing was bitten down upon over the comms, like words were chomped down and swallowed. The background voices spoke up but before he second syllable of any word could be discerned the volume on them was dulled down. As much as Mitsuko could promise the lack of necessity for a new...

"T'chyeah? I admire Yamatai's ingenuity an' patience fer runnin' all 'em innerstellar networks widdout faster'n light networkin' t'en." The one calling themselves Galo said easily. It sounded like one casual conversation, already all the formality was draining from their voice. "Or is this you...

Live on Space Radio: At the formal language's introduction, the primary lilting voice gave a small groaning noise. Many other voices which had been heard laughing before broke out into a susurrus of hissing whispers and quiet protest. A couple of tapping noises indicated that a hand somewhere...

"I betchye wish t'ere was." The voice chuckled, accompanied by the creak of a seat... And about thirty more voices equally amused and expressing it through a combinations of giggles, titters, belly laughs and sniggers. It was suddenly very apparent that this was now a public speaking scenario...

Foxes can't say Moshi-Moshi: "Fine, t'anks. Yeh passin' true, den y' bes' wash ou' fer t' solar activ'teh t'wards niner degrees cenner solar unit nine-oh-nine-hunder." Responded a voice over roughly ninety open channels of communication. Whoever, or whatever this was spoke the common Trade...

Probably leave the 3d maneuver gear for other flights, if this is deliberately slower to avoid that problem.

Also don't I'ee have problems with zero gravity which makes it incredibly difficult for them to fly spacecraft? Is this a thing engineers would work to rectify, or are we just keeping it gravityless for the sake of waspers remaining adorably helpless?

But wouldn't the pilot get lonely?

The Result of Forward Scouting: Forward information on the outpost indicated that the outpost was quite large... But not large enough to be a full fledged military installation. The whole mass of it was irregular, unusual. More likely embedded into an asteroid, or some sort of debris. Around...

Doubt it, but time will tell I suppose?