"You can see mine," the Captain offered, drawing her blade. Flipping it over in her hand, she offered it by the handle. It was a basic skavver's blade, about half again his hand's width in length, and curved like an animal's claw, and a ring large enough to fit two fingers in as thick glove. With a cloth hook near the back of the tip, and what looked to be a guthook deeper down on the cutting edge. On thought, though, that guthook was too close to the hand, A string or line could be easily manipulated across the hook.
The Smith finally looked up from his work, an enormous tricentennial that gave Jack a warm smile.
It was then that it could be seen that he seemed to work inside a pit, deep enough for most people to be eye level to him. But at the same time large enough for him to be comfortable working inside. And easy for him to egress whenever he decided to grab something to eat.
There was a burst of music from the giant's lips, not loud, but enough, and Jusura nodded. Suras, the proprietor of Suras Forge of Shurista, tells us you are welcome to handle any of his projects. He is working on a breastplate for a Shuristan diplomat to Yamatai. Unfortunately, he was able to find very little steel she knows." The Captain shrugged. "I forgot to eat this morning. All I've had is a glass of turaeta. I'll trust you to not get in trouble, Captain?"
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"Thank you," the medic smiled as she spoke in Yamataigo, almost too fluently, though her accent was still very strong. Her clothes seemed casual, a mere bib style pair of leggings and an upper body wrap that encorporated pockets and basic accents of her figure. It was hot in here, easily over a hundred degrees Fahrenheit. But they seemed comfortable. Some even seemed to be cold, especially those coming in from outside. Her accent was soft, musical and smooth, like she was trying to impart Shuristan information density across the too short and too simple words of Yamataigo.
"We are Tsulrati. At least in species. Carbon metabolite iron based hominids, I think the Yamataians call us. The Senti are nomads. We live between the stars and gather what we can. There's a lot of empty space. It's not surprising that you haven't seen us before. Our own self sustainability is based on technologies we developed during our early space flight phase. Before the Skydas War. But that was so long ago. We have learned a lot. And lost a lot. Your ship, for example, is not dissimilar from some of our own personal shuttles. We don't have much to make a new ship, so we reuse what we have ad infinitum. I apologize. This language is... Slow. But we are going to be performing a complete refit of your vessel. You are free to travel with us while we complete the refit. We were actually on our way to deliver some immigrants to Turassiel, but the Nepleslians found us, mostly by dumb luck."