The Rigs, Delta Platform, Library
Echelon was delighted to see another of the more trans-human Nepleslians amidst the PSG's crew, and she recognised them immediately. "4H, C4LLY, HULL0! GL4D Y0U C0ULD DR0P BY. TH0UGHT Y0U'D B3 0F 4SS1ST4NC3." She outlined. "W3'V3 G0T S0M3 L0R4TH 0V3R TH3R3 CUR10US 4B0UT N3PL3SL14N F1CT10N. TH3Y SP34K 4 B1T 0F TR4D3, S0 WHY N0T S4Y H1?"
The four Lorath mentioned were sitting around a table, waving hello and nodding for Noppera and Calico to come sit with them. A gentle (read: firm) nudge from Echelon against Noppera's back. Damn, it was almost too close, a little lower and they might've touched the SPINE nodes. "Y0U T00. G0 0N!"
The four of them introduced themselves to the group as being ex-LSDF personnel together who started exploring the universe after honourable discharge, and became private security for Origin Industries. Then they moved here to work with the PSG. "Tell us story." The Fyunnen of the group said, waiting on Calico's words.
"Can you speak Ly'thir?" A New Tur'lista asked. "Or subtitle story? Trans-late?"
The Rigs, Alpha Platform, Command and Control Centre
Luca looked over to Lalah, conscious of his words around Seiren, "I'll come down in a bit to inspect them." He said after a pause. "Do what you must in the meantime." Lalah nodded and dismissed herself, clutching onto her datapad. Onto closer-ranged issues, Luca now inspected Seiren's plans for streamlining BEWM, which he nodded at with raised eyebrows, and the strange looking sugar gun.
It caught his eye the most, not because it was practical in any shape, but because he hadn't seen anything like it. "Huh. Spikes of condensed sugar?" He asked as he swiped back to the strange looking weapon and flipped it around a few times in space. "What's this sugar spiker's fire rate like in tests?"
As for the Phoenix Energy! candy and drink, Luca nodded along. "I've seen videos of people shaking up the cans, opening them, and blowing their rooms up or making an instant lightning strike in a park." He nodded as he rubbed his chin, looking at the can and the little bon-bon. "Could you make it more like a grenade? Lighting grenades? The can's almost grenade shaped, but I suppose you could make it easier to grasp with a fragmented exterior. Could be good for disabling robots."
He did commend that the kid had some good ideas every now and again, and he wanted to capitalise on what appealed to him. "I was actually thinking of getting the lab boys to look into producing a set of hand grenades, why not give them a yell?" He looked over to the intercom and let Seiren take the lead on this.
Sargasso, Spaceport
"Oh, er, not a problem," David put his communicator down and scanned the skyline for any cargo drones, quickly swapping away from the video recording software on his communicator to the drone control software after spotting one, he got to work. He just had to see what the identification number for it was, singling it out to come closer and stopping above the fallen mecha.
A few button presses later, and he nodded with a smile. "All yours. Send it back to the depot and it'll resume normal operation, as usual." David said as Reeves had control of the cargo drone. It was large enough to transport a standard
SSCC Medium full of stuff, so it'd make short work of grabbing the VANDR and carrying it out across the sea to the Rigs. It was just waiting for Reeves' commands ... and Kuzman and Nuk'Dukam's cooperation.
David, meanwhile, hopped on his bicycle and started pedalling madly towards the community radio station while the event was fresh in his mind. As he was leaving, he saw a blue fox walking by. The blue fox saw a man on a mission to report something, willing to use a pushbike on Sargasso's bike-unfriendly conditions. Said fox was also able push past the now dispersing crowd. Some of the people in the back had gotten sick of standing on their tippy toes or on planter boxes to see what was going on and went back to getting on with their normal business.