Primitive Polygon
🎖️ Game Master
Landing Array Six
<"...Captain Jacob Canterbury... NSS Surprise..."> Morgan Mackenzie parroted back into their communicator. They'd started walking away when the proper Kuvexian delegation arrived, but the rabbit ears were not just for show... On the other hand, they were totally using an agreed Kuvie frequency to broadcast on, since there was no way they'd out-encrypt the Nepleslian Star Navy. <"It's a Longsword frigate... They only brought a shuttle down, though... ">
Remy could also hear snow crunching in the background, as well as land-pod traffic skimming past. Plausible deniability about being at the location meant not leaving a digital trail, but boy did this planet suck.
<"...Oh, and the Yams came in the YSS Koun... Couldn't tell you what class it is..."> A disgruntled pause, and more crunching. <"...Overhead something about the commander being a Belmont, though...">
<"That's... a coincidence, right?...">
Alien Quarter
Nikicon's antics were met with a disgruntled glance of attention from the Graxlat behind the counter, who finally put down their communicator and... Just kind of opened the back door and vanished.
It took several more paces for them to re-appear, opening one of the rear security doors and waddling over to the bunny with a slow, ponderous gait. It stunk several magnitudes worse than the small creature should have been capable of, a three-eyed green thing with a portly stature and unclean, rat-like gnashers. There was also the rather passive-aggressive fact that they'd clearly gone into the back room to fetch an armoured vest, complete with a stun rod and some kind of handgun in it's side mounted holsters.
"...Family heir loom." It pointed towards a ball-and-socket coolant pipe joint, probably from a mecha of some kind. The voice was very nasally, but emotionally blank. "You break. You owe six-fifty KS."
<"...Captain Jacob Canterbury... NSS Surprise..."> Morgan Mackenzie parroted back into their communicator. They'd started walking away when the proper Kuvexian delegation arrived, but the rabbit ears were not just for show... On the other hand, they were totally using an agreed Kuvie frequency to broadcast on, since there was no way they'd out-encrypt the Nepleslian Star Navy. <"It's a Longsword frigate... They only brought a shuttle down, though... ">
Remy could also hear snow crunching in the background, as well as land-pod traffic skimming past. Plausible deniability about being at the location meant not leaving a digital trail, but boy did this planet suck.
<"...Oh, and the Yams came in the YSS Koun... Couldn't tell you what class it is..."> A disgruntled pause, and more crunching. <"...Overhead something about the commander being a Belmont, though...">
<"That's... a coincidence, right?...">
Alien Quarter
Nikicon's antics were met with a disgruntled glance of attention from the Graxlat behind the counter, who finally put down their communicator and... Just kind of opened the back door and vanished.
It took several more paces for them to re-appear, opening one of the rear security doors and waddling over to the bunny with a slow, ponderous gait. It stunk several magnitudes worse than the small creature should have been capable of, a three-eyed green thing with a portly stature and unclean, rat-like gnashers. There was also the rather passive-aggressive fact that they'd clearly gone into the back room to fetch an armoured vest, complete with a stun rod and some kind of handgun in it's side mounted holsters.
"...Family heir loom." It pointed towards a ball-and-socket coolant pipe joint, probably from a mecha of some kind. The voice was very nasally, but emotionally blank. "You break. You owe six-fifty KS."