>Former Osman Capitol
The city streets had been filled with the sound of labour for the past few days; primarily tools both powered and conventional, along with the alien chattering, shrieking and squeaking of the I'ee. Roughly one-hundred of the bug aliens' engineers had been brought down from orbit, leaving the previously crowded Utility Craft rather empty aside from a skeleton crew to keep it running.
In addition to this, the Ee'ith had brought thirty of their members down from the Treasury Vessel to serve a mixed role of overseer and mitigator, leaving only a lonely pair to watch their home ship. One of the mask-wearing bugs watched over each work group to make sure they did not upset the natives, and with good reason: There had been the occasional moment that a sticky-fingered Ithee or Ithit engineer would swipe a weapon or machine, even when in plain sight.
This total lack of regard for ownership upset the Ee'ith as much as it did the locals, who chattered frantically to their greedy relatives while offering many friendly apologies and digital smiles to the disgruntled locals.
Despite this, the I'ee worked quite well, and so long as the engineers had enough work to do, they were extremely focused. The engineers themselves rarely seemed to need to communicate amongst themselves, with most of the noise coming from the Ee'ith overseer as they interpreted the instructions and plans given to them by Uso's people.
While Sammy, like his siblings, worked out in the streets to complete the assigned work for the day, Gut-Stripe and the two unnamed Ioth doctors observed the approaching storm with apprehension.
"It is like a... wrong-storm...", Gut-Stripe would mutter uncertainly, both fascinated and frightened by the alien-looking storm. "It thunders and flashes, but it is not right. No water falls. It is wrong." The Ioth sisters had no opinions of their own regarding the storm, save that they found it terrifying, and nary a moment passed where the two weren't clinging to one another tightly.
As for Sammy, he waited anxiously with his radio communicator, tapping a claw on his LED-mask as he watched the skies darken. When he saw the natives begin to close shop around him, he took that as enough permission to retire for the day, and contacted the rest of the Ee'ith overseeing the operation. Soon, small posses of I'ee were streaming through the city, hefting tools and other equipment with them as they went to shelter in their assigned buildings.
Sammy himself went back to the palace, as Gut-Stripe had taken a liking of sorts to keeping him as an aide which, considering her temper, Sammy was glad for.