Primitive Polygon
🎖️ Game Master
Landing Pad
Kotema helped Zeck onto the Sobek, as suspicious as they were about the relatively new and gleaming ship. They'd been put in charge of security, and that meant keeping the red girl alive. Never mind that crashing the ship was kind of slightly their fault. And the fact they had no idea where the medical bay was, or even how to read the maps.
Soon enough, the problem solved itself, in the form of a red winged medic suddenly clambering onboard. The big lizard, barely able to turn around in the small corridor, basically picked their delirious mechanic up by the shoulders and physically handed them to the birb.
"You smell like kill-germs?" The grey skinned dragon huffed, hopefully. "You know about colour red? Can you put the red back in this one!?"
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Out on the landing deck, Soronza gritted their teeth and considered their options. They just had their home destroyed. And getting hit on the head with a toolbox really hurt. They had plenty of reasons to hate aliens after a decade of fighting them, but how often did one get to choose their own master, in this world? The cold was already biting at their lean, angular form, and the markings on their skin pretty obviously singled them out as a fugitive and a criminal to the eyes of other Silanbar...
Was it even possible to get back to their home planet? In some far off other star sector, the last they heard? Was there anything even left to go back to?
It wasn't an easy choice. But being free to freeze to death wasn't really worth it.
Kotema was Silanbar too. Maybe that was good enough.
Opening up their cyber-enhanced maw, they sprayed a long arc of acid which melted into the cargo bay door, turning the hull plating into the texture of soft cheese.
And so, in the end, it was them who delivered the cargo trucks with the scrap turrets to the Sobek.
Had no idea what this beige black-haired female thing was saying. Had no concept of them being the actual captain.
Just drove the trucks right into the main cargo bay, then lingered in the warmth, wondering about the potential course their future was now set to follow...
How were they going to avoid starving, if they weren't allowed to eat the crew?
Kotema helped Zeck onto the Sobek, as suspicious as they were about the relatively new and gleaming ship. They'd been put in charge of security, and that meant keeping the red girl alive. Never mind that crashing the ship was kind of slightly their fault. And the fact they had no idea where the medical bay was, or even how to read the maps.
Soon enough, the problem solved itself, in the form of a red winged medic suddenly clambering onboard. The big lizard, barely able to turn around in the small corridor, basically picked their delirious mechanic up by the shoulders and physically handed them to the birb.
"You smell like kill-germs?" The grey skinned dragon huffed, hopefully. "You know about colour red? Can you put the red back in this one!?"
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Out on the landing deck, Soronza gritted their teeth and considered their options. They just had their home destroyed. And getting hit on the head with a toolbox really hurt. They had plenty of reasons to hate aliens after a decade of fighting them, but how often did one get to choose their own master, in this world? The cold was already biting at their lean, angular form, and the markings on their skin pretty obviously singled them out as a fugitive and a criminal to the eyes of other Silanbar...
Was it even possible to get back to their home planet? In some far off other star sector, the last they heard? Was there anything even left to go back to?
It wasn't an easy choice. But being free to freeze to death wasn't really worth it.
Kotema was Silanbar too. Maybe that was good enough.
Opening up their cyber-enhanced maw, they sprayed a long arc of acid which melted into the cargo bay door, turning the hull plating into the texture of soft cheese.
And so, in the end, it was them who delivered the cargo trucks with the scrap turrets to the Sobek.
Had no idea what this beige black-haired female thing was saying. Had no concept of them being the actual captain.
Just drove the trucks right into the main cargo bay, then lingered in the warmth, wondering about the potential course their future was now set to follow...
How were they going to avoid starving, if they weren't allowed to eat the crew?