Post by Striker on Nov 30, 2022 7:11:17 GMT -5
"Man, these people run this place tighter than I would have thought. Planet's small."
Tulip the Konatsian lady wasn't the first to complain among the group of passengers coming into the space station here in Central. A band consisting of a small weird alien mammal, a konatsian, some crocodile man, and another Namekian was sure to grab the attention of those who worked the place. Every single one of them, even the frail slug woman, were put to scrutiny on the initial depart, but even more so once they actually touched down. Striker made it a point to show her teeth in the smile she gave these guards escorting them to a room to be tested in accordance with the law. She made herself well-known otherwise.
"Yeah, this place kinda blows. No recognition, nothing, just some oogling from these humans for 'security reasons'!"
Striker made clear quote gestures with her gloved fingers. If they didn't plan on touring and call these places ahead of time she might have considered breaking the law more explicitly. But instead, she'd register herself in her natural state. As will everyone else, seeing as nobody was trained to hide such things. The other three members of the band didn't really as much going for them but were recorded regardless. Suggesting a power so low to be considered a non-threat that it made even the more frail Namekian Ocari giggle a bit. Everyone would eventually be let past with their luggage.
This idea to head away from Konats to do something with their time elsewhere boiled down to a lot of things. Most immediately, some destructive forces sorta shook the small lady's nerves. Hell, a lot of Lux was shaken up from it. So it made for a good excuse to stretch their legs outside their home base for a while. Maybe ground themselves as something more than niche. And on the off chance she can pick up gigs as a merc around here?
Well, that'd be a bonus.
"'Cultural Exchange'... The heck's that mean?"
Striker and the gang eventually set upon one of the small places within the port housing customary Earthling guidelines for both the planet as a whole and the current Capitol they found themselves. Only Tulip seemed familiar with tradition around here, and that was sparse. So maybe it wouldn't hurt to look through some of this stuff. A lot of which was on paper, old-school style. They'd surely stick out just hanging around here.
"Maybe brush up a bit on the etiquette so you don't make a fool of yourself?"
Tulip suggested lightly while the rest were busy already picking out the more attractive pamphlets. This was going to be a long day...
Tulip the Konatsian lady wasn't the first to complain among the group of passengers coming into the space station here in Central. A band consisting of a small weird alien mammal, a konatsian, some crocodile man, and another Namekian was sure to grab the attention of those who worked the place. Every single one of them, even the frail slug woman, were put to scrutiny on the initial depart, but even more so once they actually touched down. Striker made it a point to show her teeth in the smile she gave these guards escorting them to a room to be tested in accordance with the law. She made herself well-known otherwise.
"Yeah, this place kinda blows. No recognition, nothing, just some oogling from these humans for 'security reasons'!"
Striker made clear quote gestures with her gloved fingers. If they didn't plan on touring and call these places ahead of time she might have considered breaking the law more explicitly. But instead, she'd register herself in her natural state. As will everyone else, seeing as nobody was trained to hide such things. The other three members of the band didn't really as much going for them but were recorded regardless. Suggesting a power so low to be considered a non-threat that it made even the more frail Namekian Ocari giggle a bit. Everyone would eventually be let past with their luggage.
This idea to head away from Konats to do something with their time elsewhere boiled down to a lot of things. Most immediately, some destructive forces sorta shook the small lady's nerves. Hell, a lot of Lux was shaken up from it. So it made for a good excuse to stretch their legs outside their home base for a while. Maybe ground themselves as something more than niche. And on the off chance she can pick up gigs as a merc around here?
Well, that'd be a bonus.
"'Cultural Exchange'... The heck's that mean?"
Striker and the gang eventually set upon one of the small places within the port housing customary Earthling guidelines for both the planet as a whole and the current Capitol they found themselves. Only Tulip seemed familiar with tradition around here, and that was sparse. So maybe it wouldn't hurt to look through some of this stuff. A lot of which was on paper, old-school style. They'd surely stick out just hanging around here.
"Maybe brush up a bit on the etiquette so you don't make a fool of yourself?"
Tulip suggested lightly while the rest were busy already picking out the more attractive pamphlets. This was going to be a long day...
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