Luca spotted Vincent pretty quickly and refrained from commenting on his physique, "If you guys don't feel like getting directly involved, I can still be the figurehead," He said, "Plus, I think I do need to attend that interview, the people -do- want a word with me."
"Well, where can we get that interview?" Melissa said, "That report coulda come from anywhere."
"We can do it at Nepleslia Prime," Luca nodded, "That's probably the safest place we can go to now, bar going under the wing of Origin at Dawn Station," A little alert alerted itself to the crew, notifying them that they were only a few minutes away from Nepleslia Prime, "Speaking of which, before we go completely public, how about we go incognito for a little bit and kick back, relax a little to reflect on the idea?"
He made another dismissive shrug, "After all, anyone who tries to kill us is either stupid, doing it against their will, or NMX."
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The ship touched down in Nepleslia Prime as subtly as it could, which was to say, as subtly as a Courier 2A coloured hotrod red and retrofitted with a hangar could be. Prime City itself was, for lack of a better word, a boom town. Mining operations were always wildly successful, there was no shortage of jobs, and the place even looked pretty enough to be a tourist attraction. It was everything you'd need in Nepleslia.
John finished the landing without much of a fuss and took off his headset, broadcasting his face to the rest of the ship, "Well guys, I suppose here's as good a place as ever to sit down for a bit," He reached under his chair and pulled out one of his favourite magazines, "Y'all know where I'll be," He then leaned back in his chair, opened the lewd material and turned off the camera.
"Thank you John," Luca said flatly as the last image on the screen was of John leering at his magazine before cutting out, "Well crew, we've landed, we'll try and do our best to remain inconspicuous," He then looked down at himself and realised that he was still half naked, but then again, nobody had really seen him almost-naked before, but they had seen his face.
They had seen his face a lot, and he toyed with his sideburns idly and realised: They were his main identifying mark, kind of hard to miss, and surprisingly pointy. He had to conceal them, "Guys, any ideas for how I can conceal my face, short of shaving?"
Melissa walked off, went to her room and found a cap with a cloth cover that went over the back of the neck and sides of face, so as to protect from the sun, "Use this 'n put on some sunnies, I used to use it all the time back on Delsauria in the hot sun," She then looked him up and down and said, "And you WILL put some freakin' pants and a shirt on! Someone's gonna recognise yer abs or yer arse!"
As she walked off, she added, "And ya can't wear yer favourite jacket either!"
"Aww," Luca groaned before Sebastian clapped a hand on his shoulder.
He tutted and said, "She's right, you'll have to keep a low profile for the next couple of days while the rest of us try and pass as other people."
To Luca, this almost sounded like a challenge to see how long he could go without being identified, and when he was, how outrageous it could be, "Okay." He said, as innocently and downtroddenly as he could. Of course, he didn't mean it in the slightest.
Eventually he suited up in a garish patterned overshirt over a singlet with khaki shorts and socks with sandals, applying a bit of white zinc to his face and wearing a camera around his neck. He was going to be as stereotypical a tourist as he could be, and Melissa's desert hat with sunglasses fit the ensemble perfectly.
"Can someone point me to the nearest information kiosk?" He asked in a nasal, obnoxious, upper-middle class Yamataian voice, "I wanna get a picture! Many many pictures to take home and show my waifu!"
