"Mmm." Prim looked over some of the papers with placid indifference. Be it research on a native species planet side or cultivating them for some other reason, the data might be worth something to someone in the future. Yakito was noticeably on guard through the entirety of this, keeping their more physical wits and senses about them. prim had a better gauge at this point what to feel out with their own ki senses to tell what movement was insect life and what wasn't. So he knew precisely when to duck when that time came. They lifted that pad up again to scan documents for later. "Would also explain why it'd be on a moon and not on the main planet. Can't imagine most scientists could take them in their natural habitat. So an outbreak. It probably happened some time before the pirates tried fleeing here."
Which could mean they were looking for the captain if they wanted any 'stuff'. But the pair would quickly be distracted by large masses of energy converging on them. Something about their approach also signaled to some of the blood sacks surrounding them to shrivel. Those blue eyes squint past the spectacles at them just as they turned to one of the crates. Emptying a few metal sheets from it to create an empty crate they could use for cover. Sitting it upside down over them, it was hard to tell it was being used for cover just by staring at it.
Shite indeed. Prim tracked these creature's movements as they approached, waiting for a time they either needed to flight or fight.
A cursory look at the documents wasn't enough to truly comprehend the full scope of the research that took place on this satellite, but Prim was able to understand that the main reason why the scientists were interested in the bugs was because of their unique life cycle. They started off as the previously seen egg-like clump before hatching as a form that the documents referred to as the "template stage". Insectoids in the "template stage" were described as being extremely adaptable, essentially capable of modifying their own DNA to better suit the colony's needs according to their environment and the lifeforms found therein.
Ultimately, these astounding polyvalent DNA nanoparticles present within the "template stage" insectoids were the main subject of the research. Synthesizing this adaptable component of their DNA and applying it to other lifeforms via genetic engineering could potentially have benefits in the fields of medicine and the military, to name just a few.
Alas, both Yakito and Prim were more than able to see where this ambitious project led the scientific team assigned to it: Oblivion.
Oblivion was now upon our duo, for three massive lifeforms surged out from the three passageways connecting to the lab. The insectoids triumvirate had externalized ribcages that protruded out from their chitinous barrel chests like vicious daggers tipped with a corrosive ooze eating at the floor with a slow trickle. They stood tall on two wiry hind legs mirroring the rest of the sinewy armored plates cladding their body in a nigh impenetrable lattice. They had two pairs of arms -one pincer-like for grasping and the other scythe-like for rending- and their head possessed two kaleidoscopic compound eyes between which hung a flaccid proboscis.
Yakito held his breath, innerly praying that whatever these hellish abominations were didn't notice them. It would have normally been the case, but the droplets of sweat leaking from his brow fell from the ceiling where he hung from to hit the floor with a quasi-imperceptible splash. The iota of a sound was caught at conception by the monsters' overly sharpened senses. They all looked up and, with a jarring clicking noise, simultaneously sent their proboscis that stretched into long spears toward the foxling.
Galvanized into action by his fear, Yakito violently kicked the ceiling with both legs, propulsing himself away from the lines of stretchy flesh that impaled the cracked concrete. They swiftly retracted back to their grotesque owners, leaving pipe-sized holes that would have assuredly been lethal to a being of the Zoan's size. Yakito fretted not at this information, opting instead to be rational and assume a defensive stance with a razor-sharp focus aimed at the prowling beasts that began dispersing around him.
Something to look into later; Prim was busy calming his breathing and steadying himself under the crate he hollowed out. Closing their eyes to better hone onto that sense of life that the creatures shared with anything else that lived. The big trio that stumbled into the lab to greet them were much larger and stronger than the little entrance guard they stumbled into. The chittering and scraping their bodies made when carelessly moving around were an even bigger indicator of where they were than the sixth sense Prim threw out.
Unable to communicate with the fox, their best bet was to wait and see if action unfolded. The pair would have a lot more room to work with here, so even if they were outnumbered and outgunned they could play their cards right. A few of the creatures stumbled close to the place he stuffed himself, close enough for Prim to hear the sizzle of broken down metal from the acid leaving their maws. It wasn't the Kashvar that got caught out by their senses, though. No, the sudden violent movement was directed elsewhere. With no real way to tell where their focus was, Prim only had to assume it was away from him.
The pale warrior lifts the crate as quietly as they can. Crouching low to keep their profile the same as the crates covering them. Those sharp blue eyes peer at the closest of the trio to him, with their back turned at them while it focused on Yakito. The other two were trying to surround the foxling. None of them seemed to take notice of Prim, so it only made sense to strike now. Couldn't make it worse since they were forced to fight now.
This closest creature would soon find its spindly legs covered in sand. Prim raises a hand to conjure some from the ground underneath and make it latch on. The creature was stopped in its tracks, attached to the ground by sand that now tried crushing its legs from behind. The source of this sand was unclear, other than 'below' and may further confuse the bug as Prim worked from cover. Disabling them without them even realizing there is some other threat would work in the pair's favor for now.
In this stressful moment of being stuck at the epicenter of this triangular ambush, all that Yakito could truly do was to keep his guard up, hoping that one of the gigantic insectile monstrosities would make a careless mistake or show an opening somewhere in their ominous, clockwork-like stride. Either that or Prim would have to profit from the fact that they were currently busy to catch them off guard.
This is exactly what the Kashvar did. With a manifestation of their granular magic, one of the colossi found its gait halted by two patches of sand that seemingly materialized out of thin air. They attached themselves around the bulk of their chitinous digitigrade legs, encapsulating them with granular cocoons that exerted an inward pressure. Their natural armor was very good against slashes or penetrating rounds, but pure crushing power was something that the large plates of the creature were ill-suited to resist; a wet crunch made itself heard as the large insect collapsed, its feet undoubtedly crippled.
The two other lifeforms rose their heads, giving an impression of surprise, of regressive emotions hidden somewhere beneath the expressionless facets of those compound eyes. The lapse in attention was all that Yakito could have asked for; with trademark pinpoints of red light that began to rise from his eye sockets, the foxling allowed his power to explode and sprang into action. The incapacitated creature that was thrashing about with its scythed and pincered arms was grabbed by its proboscis. Yakito's grasp on the tubular appendage was such that the thing looked as if it was about to burst from the sheer pressure applied around it.
"AYA!" In an almost comical fashion thanks to the sheer difference in size between the vulpine Zoan and his catch, Yakito tore the insect from its sandy binds with a violent throw. The now-legless creature was sent flying toward one of its peers with a screech. It was easily avoided by the target who deployed its wings turning to a blur with a loud droning. It rushed to Yakito while the other unharmed insectile specimen used its prehensile proboscis to grab the wounded one by the torso, repurposing it to a flail that was swung toward Prim.
The legless monster was still very conscious, drawing back its scythe-like arms in an attempt to cleave the Kashvar in two once close enough.
70,000 -> 350,000 (Yakito is in his Wild Fervor form.)
Notes: Yakito transforms into his Wild Fervor form and aims a Non-KP attack at NPCs. UT used: N/A KP: 6/6 - MP: 0/6 - HP: 000/250
Prim had a few moments to really seize the legs of the creature they themselves captured, gaining the attention of the other two. It was all the other boy needed to capitalize on them. The fox rips the one stuck in sand away from its legs and tosses it aside, exuding a tremendous amount of force on it in a sudden shift from the earthling. With that power, you'd think the bugs would be absolute pushovers. But these things were sturdy enough to take moon-shattering throws and avoid the incoming swing that used their friend as ammunition.
The third one that wasn't a target of Yakito remained turned to face the interloper and his sands. The pale warrior pulls back the sand and reforms it around the area in a light dusty mist, letting the former legs of the unfortunate target fall to the wayside just as Prim's own bug took the crippled one and started flailing it at them like a savage. Both the bug itself, using their own arms, and the body used a flail tried to cut the Kashvar down to size.
Given they could even move around Yakito's standing speed now, Prim had little choice but to dampen the flailing monsters assault. The dust surrounding them would thicken and try slowing arms as they cut at him. New wounds would open up as the arms cut deep into the Kashvar's arms and legs. It'd save them from getting chopped in half, but the insect's body would follow up and be smashed overhead. Throwing sand away crashing down into the head and bracing arm of Prim.
A sick crack is heard as Prim falls, a forearm bone disjointed and snapped in two as they cry and feel the tile of the lab to their back.
The sickening crack of bones was a noise that Yakito was sadly oh-too-familiar with. This, when combined with the Kashvar's voice devolving to what was presumed to be swears in their native tongue, elicited a side glance from the foxling who was busy weaving in and out from melee to take the occasional pot-jab at the insect flying overhead and trying to cleave him with its scythe arms. "DAMMIT!" With his attention divided on several fronts, Yakito began to feel a few searing cuts open across his face, forearms, and shoulders. If he didn't do something about his focus, these grazing blows would soon turn into lethal ones.
"HEAR ME OUT, PRIM! GIVE IT EVERYTHING YOU HAVE. THIS IS A MATTER OF LIFE OR DEATH." Obviousness aside, Yakito quickly feinted to the left only to dash to the right. The insect was fooled for a second and it is all that the androgynous vulpine warrior needed to momentarily disengage. He rushed the insect with the extended proboscis -the one who swung the legless specimen at Prim- and pounced toward the appendage, severing it with a blur of a chop. The thick, slimy nose of elongated shape fell to the ground with a splatter of blood. This, of course, resulted in the alien insectoid who depended on it for its impetus to uncontrollably veer off trajectory and crash into a wall, bringing Prim some relief.
Such respite would only be for a moment, though, for the partially-dismembered monster with a now-cracked exoskeleton anchored itself to the ground with its scythe arms, using them as leverage to literally slingshot itself toward Prim with its pincered arms extended forward and ready to crush the brittle bones its prey had. It was collapsed into midmotion by the insect with the chopped proboscis who Yakito grabbed for a brutal fling. Smooshed between the wall and its brethren, the grievously wounded insect's exoskeleton finally broke open like a walnut, showering its indifferent partner's body with its viscera.
Yakito was now trading blows again with the flying creature and, while he successfully got rid of the pesky insect bothering his Kashvar ally, it was replaced by one in pristine condition - minus its missing proboscis and bloodstained body. It got up and leered at Prim with its kaleidoscopic compound eyes before charging.
70,000 -> 350,000 (Yakito is in his Wild Fervor form.)
Notes: Yakito transforms into his Wild Fervor form and aims a Non-KP attack at NPCs. UT used: N/A KP: 6/6 - MP: 0/6 - HP: 000/250
Prim did their best to fight the pain and keep light. Their other arm, keeping a grip firm on their blade, was used to slam against the floor and quickly knock their body into a roll away from the bug assaulting them. The pale orange shades they wore at this point were forfeited to the ground in the sudden jerking roll. This bug was still flailing for its life, trying to kill the thing that made it helpless. The pale warrior could tell from both their states at a glance that neither could keep up the numbers if something didn't change. Begrudgingly, the kashvar had to agree in silence with the fox zoan.
It was do or die.
With their single sword arm, they'd swipe some of the appendages away and grant themselves some distance with a leap. With its slower movements and no way for it to be thrown easily again, it shambled closer. Giving Prim just enough time to hold the blade out. Winds and sand start to billow again as a glowing, dark energy made of blue aura started pouring out of the alien's eyes. Those blue sharp eyes would glare at the bug as tattoos of this same blue color also glow iridescently on their face, their arms. Almost forming cracks-like designs, like the energy inside was being contained by failing skin. With this, their power skyrockets.
"Kail Hydruga!" They spoke more of that konatsian underbelly dialectic, leveraging their smaller size compared to the incoming bug to dash just under some claws and swing up at the disjointed torso and head it had. Splitting the thing in nearly two from the one uppercut. Its blood flies and blood splashes all over Prim and the lab equipment as it falls down quickly, leaving the kashvar panting from exertion. At least they had room to breath.
For the split moment. They'd need to help Yakito soon...
Those adaptable insectile creatures were not ones to entertain the likes of dialect, but it didn't mean that communication was outside of their understanding. Even in the natural world, signals such as pheromones, movements, and flickers of light were used to communicate simple concepts.
Usually, when a frail-looking animal had vivid colors it displayed without shame, it was a warning toward predators that making it a morsel would come at a terrible cost. The azure coloration of Prim's pools of light for eyes and the shimmering tattoo ornamenting their pale skin was perceived as such a foreboding sign by the insect. Alas, it was already too late for the ravenous thing; its quarry put her small size to good use, eluding their claws by sliding under them before delivering a wicked upper swing that almost bisected the creature. It was launched in the air with a shower of gore, remaining there for a few ephemeral moments before landing on its back with a loud crash. The thing was now thrashing towards Prim with its appendages haphazardly striking in all directions - a pitiful attempt at hitting a target that was behaving in a much more collected way.
On his side of things, Yakito was managing his foe rather smoothly. Each time the insect dared to dart closer from its flying position to lay harm on the foxling, it was swiftly deflected and punished with bludgeoning jabs sending it reeling back. Hairline cracks visible across the flying foe's exoskeleton were already broadening into wider fissures leaking its life ichor on the floor with a constant trickle. It was very much a death by a thousand cuts. Not that Yakito was bothered by that; the worsening state of his enemy allowed him to occasionally monitor Prim with a side glance. From what little he was able to perceive and what his scouter told him, the Kashvar was dishing out the damage with his power now allowed unbridled.
Good! This was one less thing to worry ab-
The insect that he was fighting somehow managed to bloat itself like the beetle one they faced earlier. Its chitinous membrane stretched to its utmost had the same translucence with an eerie glow coming from within. Not only that, but it was also able to maintain its flight. Would it grace Prim or Yakito with a feat of kamikaze bombing? The Earthling didn't want to take a chance. "PRIM, SEEK COVER! MINE'S BOUTTA BLOW UP-" Yakito made a run for it, getting on all-fours to reconvene with his ally at breakneck speed. The insect was following close behind, its airborne maneuverability and speed scarcely impeded by its distended state. Whether Yakito would tackle Prim out of the way or huddle behind a construct of sand from his making would remain to be seen.
70,000 -> 350,000 (Yakito is in his Wild Fervor form.)
Prim's sudden outcropping was met with a carnal fear almost all life had in the face of sudden changes. Blindsided, and with little ways to dampen the impact of being sent into the ceiling. Yakito was well in a way able to hold off what Prim couldn't help capitalize on yet, earning him enough of a breather to straighten back up and ready themselves for what was to come. The first though he had was to squish the other bugs like the first, crush it under a tomb of sand, but they and Yakito moved too quick in their flying combat for that to work.
It was quickly down to just one of them, the earthling proving far more a match now that they weren't trying to look out for the admittedly weaker pale warrior. It gave him plenty of time to reach out to the deserts of Konats and pull more and more sand from its endless realm. Those glowing eyes give the earthling a passing look as they tried evading a desperate last ditch move pulled by this bug. it was pretty clear from body language what it was about to try on the pair.
"BEHIND!" The Kashvar commanded before swirling sands whip up air past them and start forming a thick dome of protection around them. Far denser than the waves and whirlwinds Prim pulled previously, it could withstand the coming explosion or flurry. It sealed up around them just as the elite bug was upon it, holding steady as it crashed into the shell of sand. No doubt expediting the process of blowing itself up. The force of which would shake the ground beneath their feat and blow away most if not the entire lab clean away. If they were strong enough to fight the pair, they'd put a hole in any infrastructure.
That succinct shout by Prim made Yakito's next course of action beyond obvious. With the same blitzing speed he used when he escaped the ship's self-destruct protocol to reconvene with his mom and the kashvar, Yakito rushed behind Prim to get in the safety of her conjured dome. His own momentum required him to use his unsheathed claws as anchors to halt himself, lest he would have ended up tipping over and crashing face-first into the solid sand construct.
With his heart still racing and pounding, Yakito suddenly turned around to face the suspected angle from which the bug was going to unleash the full brunt of its kamikaze attack: Right in front of Prim. The androgynous foxling only had a split second for his mind to conjure doubts about the sturdiness of their aegis. After this haunting and ephemeral moment of uncertainty, a thunderous sound that even the thickness of the walls surrounding them couldn't dampen echoed out.
A network of cracks appeared into the concrete and the shape of the wall partially caved inward from the force it was subjugated to. Regardless of these worrying signs of the explosive strength they just got away from, the sand held true.
Then, there was silence. A still, heavy nothing that stretched the current moment to its unpleasant utmost.
The constant rush of adrenaline flowing through Yakito's vein subsided, allowing him to feel the overwhelming thrum of his nerve-endings sending painful signals to his brain. Yes, they got out of this situation, but both the foxling and the Kashvar were VERY FAR from being unscathed; Yakito sustained a shower of cuts making his body functioning with a less-than-desirable amount of blood. He allowed his chest to heave with a few deep breaths, then he got closer from his ally to check on their condition. "Are you okay, Prim?" One of her forearms was visibly bent out of shape. The bones within were probably dislocated, if not outright snapped. Sadly, this went beyond Yakito's medical expertise. "Maybe we should go back to the ship to get that arm of yours fixed..."
Leaving this place empty-handed was not a very appealing prospect but, after this acidic explosion, whatever was left inside the few crates scattered across the laboratory was no more. Not even the egg clumps remain, for the floor -bar the part shielded by Prim's shell of sand- was a surface eroded by a bubbling corrosive film.
Prim would only be able to give the Fox just enough time to fall in line beside them before this sandy dome around them enclosed. Quickly enough to reactively beat back the sudden exploding insectoid that got in right up against it. A ringing would drive its way into the pair's ears as the proximity of this goey explosion was very akin to gunpowder explosions. It'd disperse sand around the dome, but only manage to shake some of the interior structural sand in its wake as it held firm over their heads for this last big kamikaze attack.
Then, silence overtook the dying ringing that threatened to deafen lesser beings. Prim held up the shield just in case, just for a few more seconds, before letting it fall at their sides with an unclenching of their forward hand. A mix of gross acidic blood and sand neutralized on the floor from the bugs mixing with it, and the kashvar was soo to nearly loose her footing standing her ground here. The adrenaline was still pumping, but only for as long as this engrossing blue energy poured out of her.
"Ship...?" The pale warrior scoffed at the idea, lowering her hand and trying to shrug off the limp arm. Most of the closest equipment was destroyed, leaving for them barely anything at the very edges, where most of the equipment either got thrown back or incinerated. He, just like Yakito, did not like leaving empty handed. "No... Little further, we need fuel anyways..."
The Kashvar's stubbornness was somewhat expected. This posed quite the conundrum to the foxling: Should he knock out his ally and get them to safety with the risk of meeting some resistance that could involve more injuries, or should they push deeper into the facility and potentially stumble across more dangerous chitinous lifeforms? Yakito opted for the latter, but not without a compromise. "Alright. We will do it your way again, but stay behind this time around. You got a blaster and weaponized sand, so I count on you to nail from a distance anything that crawls, scuttles, and scurries." When phrased that way, it sounded as if Yakito wanted to capitalize on Prim's strengths instead of getting the burden out of the way. It was intentional, of course.
A glance was given at the dangling arm. The androgynous vulpine frowned, knowing well that the Kashvar's tough demeanor was nothing more than a facade concealing the pain. "This will get in the way. Hang on." The fox untied the red sash around his waist, which slightly widened the discreet v-neck of his spandex bodysuit. Then, he produced a capsule from his pockets that he tossed against the ground. The ensuing explosion of smoke quickly subsided to reveal a bunch of comic books. "So long, Captain East..." He wistfully muttered, rolling up the long, pliable magazines into a makeshift splint that was fastened to Prim's arm with his crimson sash - provided the Kashvar allowed it, of course. Despite its improvised nature, the care that Yakito delivered was expeditious.
With or without that splint and sling of his own making, Yakito urged his ally to continue. "Time is of the essence or something like that. Follow my lead!" This time around, the foxling hoped to stumble across something more tangible than some research documents.
Prim was already expecting the usual resistance and need to lord over their decisions. Those burning eyes, still leaking blue power, narrow in anticipation for something that never came to be. Instead, the earthling settled for doing it the way the Kashvar wanted with a caveat. No fuss, they instead encouraged Prim to take advantage of their weapons and powers to cover them from a range, just in case they had to deal with anything else. Given the painful state of his arm and the general fatigue setting in from taking hits and cuts across their body, the pale warrior agrees to the terms and sheaths the blade still held in that good hand.
"Good." Yakito was correct in assuming that limp, broken arm was being ignored for the sake of pushing forwards. Even mentioning it, Prim heaves a sigh and looks away from the fox boy. "Just make it quick. I don't want to stick around, and I don't know how far this body can push it." Which, he did. Yakito would get a hiss out of the Kashvar as the arm had to be moved into a proper splint, with the sash slung around their neck to support it. The rest of the cuts and wounds were shallow enough to ignore for now. They weren't nearly as life threatening. With it set up, the Kashvar checked how it felt to walk with it bundled up using a few steps.
"Mmh. Something like that. Come on." A capsule is produced from their pouch again to retrieve that blaster pistol again, having long since cooled off from its temporary storage from earlier. With any luck, he'd not have to cycle through too much of that equipment with just a single hand... Yakito would get a fair lead on them, just as he wanted, the burning Kashvar content to eyeing the surroundings for any more obvious life forms in their area and beyond.
With Prim's most pressing injury fixed for the time being, the two warriors pressed their expedition of the derelict complex further. Yakito wasn't too thrilled about being the one leading the marching order, but he still took his duty seriously and stayed vigilant with his sensitive eyes perked up for any odd noise. From the three passageways connecting to the lab that their previous foes used, the foxling elected to take the center one.
Most of the lighting in this vast alleyway that echoed with their footsteps was inoperational. The power wasn't the issue this time around. Rather, all of the neon lights were busted. Perhaps these chimeric insects preferred to operate in pitch black darkness? Yakito had no clues, but it's not like his limited Zoan night vision allowed him to orient himself well. He retrieved another capsule and pressed its button, turning it into a flashlight that was immediately turned on. "So far so good." From the top of the ceiling to the floor right in front of his bare toes, Yakito made sure that his darting eyes analyzed it all. Just like when the trio of chimeric insects made their way to the duo, the disgusting clump of pulsing biomatter along the way were desiccated. The withered larvae contained within were visible past the translucent membrane of sickly gray encapsulating them. What used to be bright and boisterous was now bleak and lifeless.
"Good." Was all that Yakito stated. It filled him with primal unease to be surrounded by what were effectively the walls of a catacomb. This was still a better predicament than facing the content of the eggs, though... right? After getting past this morbid sight, they ended up in a vast hangar with a truly dazzling density of eggs; it was clearly some kind of hatchery with how they were arranged in bulbous, uneven columns creeping up the many walls and pillars. The ground, too, had mountainous clumps easily towering above our heroes.
Yet, they all suffered the same fate as the ones who they just came across: They were nothing more than pallid, shriveled biocontainers surrounding meaningless husks. "What happened here…" Was the simultaneous death of the colony a recent phenomenon? Yakito had no clues, but amongst the blemished seeds, supply crates, and smashed vehicles scattered across the storage space, there was one element that stuck out like a sore thumb: At the epicenter of the room, there was a wide tunnel that had been dug through the concrete floor. Yakito stooped over the underground burrow and cast the light of his flashlight on it. "I… don’t see the end of it." It was of fathomless depth and didn’t seem to deviate from the straight trajectory it had toward the satellite’s core.
On this day, the adaptable insectoids of the icy moon would survive; the queen had sent her bodyguards to keep the intruders busy whilst she drained the macronutrients from her offspring. Invigorated with energy, she burrowed where none could follow her without freezing to death. Her scorched earth strategy affected Yakito and Prim very little given they weren’t after the protein-based bodies of the insects, but facts remained that this instinctive course of actions served her well in the past.
"Let’s check those supply crates, shall we now?" Energy weapons, the liquid hydrogen canisters required to power them, and spaceship-grade fuel were all part of the spoil. There were too many items for their small evacuation vessel to contain, but the supplies were plentiful enough to cover their trip back to Arcose and make a profit from the surplus.
Prim was pretty good at hiding that pain while they continued, comfortable in their makeshift sash and splint while they leveraged the hand blaster in their good hand. Prim was at the opposite side of being not too thrilled in the back here, relying on someone else to lead, but there wasn't much in a safe option. After that last fight, he'd be an idiot to continue being stubborn. If he wanted anything out of this, it'd be pertinent to just go along with it and stick to the light where it came.
When it came to the graveyard of the insects they stumbled into, the pair both wondered just what became of them. There was no signs of a scuffle on the level they put up. It was also hard to tell how recent it was with everything being covered in the membrane and sacks of these creatures. Giving one of the corpses a good kick, the Kashvar decided to keep following without much of a comment on it. Wherever the source of these creatures went, it was apparently leaving them alone now. Any presence that lasted in the labyrinth faded, and with it that glowing blue that poured out of Prim.
The pale warrior slumps against one of the supply crates as he's physically weakened by the loss of that desperate power, coughing and sliding one of the tops open. He did well to play off the injuries.
"Hmmm... Jackpot..." They mutter, nodding to Yakito before placing the pistol to the side and grabbing a few empty carry capsules. it'd make the job of taking what they wanted easy, putting them into the little pocket dimensions. Starting with highest priority, Prim began to pop some of these cannisters and fuel tanks into these capsules, leaving enough so that the weapons could be stowed as well. For profit, of course...
"Pain to get here, but I'll take it. Most of the stuff here is untouched and should catch a nice price. What about you?" For once, he directed a question of desire at the Earthling, sharp blue eyes looking at the imperial with half-lidded fatigue.
Oct 20, 2024 18:31:30 GMT -5
Marimba: Yep. Better than ever too.
Oct 20, 2024 21:26:39 GMT -5
Rhuba: I wish I saw Marimba talk more in the Discord.
Oct 21, 2024 16:21:05 GMT -5
Yakito: Marimbus will perish by my hands.
Oct 22, 2024 2:13:57 GMT -5
Chomei: Marimbus will persevere by my hands.
Oct 22, 2024 4:38:31 GMT -5
Rhuba: Why is he preserving your hand?
Oct 22, 2024 15:18:52 GMT -5
Pom: Maybe he likes it?
Oct 22, 2024 17:04:34 GMT -5
Marimba: It'll come in handy some day
Oct 23, 2024 12:26:15 GMT -5
Mister Steel: Chomei's estate is vast, and marriage into the family can only benefit Marimba with access to cattle, pasture land, and much grain to feed his armies.