AntediluvianIntransigence
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"Seems you're used to noisy visitors. Doesn't feel far from home personally." Seidreainne said off-handedly to one of the giants watching them. Truthfully, she found it hard not to sympathize with them being from a society that even after its great expansion was still seen as backwater and primitive in spite of its technological and sociological advances. Was that really a bad thing though? They hadn't chosen the path of grand star-spanning empires and profit driven ravenous hunger. If that made them backwaters, so be it.
She turned to the Nepleslian but nodded at the giant before she followed her. It was hard not to think about the fact that they were probably in the sights of whatever sinister force these indigenous folk had mentioned. The giants didn't like them but they weren't threatening them either. This likely wasn't the first time they'd seen outsiders here.
"Someone should ask them what this darkness is; methinks folk myth turned maneater. Feral, intelligent, and waiting for the cover of night or for us to move over into the tougher terrain where we're less mobile - that's what the swoopers did back in my homeworld, hill sliders and drop snatchers as well."
Her homeworld was long that technology and militancy had long since tamed yet the deep valleys and craggy mountaintops still were the domain of the savage and untamed. As an exterminator, she'd learned the ways of steppe, cliff, and predator well. As she moved towards the supplies, her various eyes scanned the highest areas of terrain. It was difficult to see clearly even with the magnification granted by her armour but she couldn't help but feel that they were being watched.
As she approached the pile of supplies however, she began to quickly rummage with little care to the mess she was made. Boxes tumbled, crates clattered, and even a few spare weapons tumbled here and there.
"Observation equipment, multi-spectrum, and anything that can track motion or even scent. Once we get moving, whatever's out there is going to notice. We play it dumb; see them but don't acknowledge them. Best way to get a drop on an animal that knows you're coming."
She turned to the Nepleslian but nodded at the giant before she followed her. It was hard not to think about the fact that they were probably in the sights of whatever sinister force these indigenous folk had mentioned. The giants didn't like them but they weren't threatening them either. This likely wasn't the first time they'd seen outsiders here.
"Someone should ask them what this darkness is; methinks folk myth turned maneater. Feral, intelligent, and waiting for the cover of night or for us to move over into the tougher terrain where we're less mobile - that's what the swoopers did back in my homeworld, hill sliders and drop snatchers as well."
Her homeworld was long that technology and militancy had long since tamed yet the deep valleys and craggy mountaintops still were the domain of the savage and untamed. As an exterminator, she'd learned the ways of steppe, cliff, and predator well. As she moved towards the supplies, her various eyes scanned the highest areas of terrain. It was difficult to see clearly even with the magnification granted by her armour but she couldn't help but feel that they were being watched.
As she approached the pile of supplies however, she began to quickly rummage with little care to the mess she was made. Boxes tumbled, crates clattered, and even a few spare weapons tumbled here and there.
"Observation equipment, multi-spectrum, and anything that can track motion or even scent. Once we get moving, whatever's out there is going to notice. We play it dumb; see them but don't acknowledge them. Best way to get a drop on an animal that knows you're coming."