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Before exiting the ship, Quig activates his re-breathing system and closes the seals to the outside, but sets Scout to broadcast a song as they come out and onto the landing pad, Scout programmed to float around Quig, "aiming" the song at the humble Yoski:
"I believe in miracles
"Where you from?
"You sexy Quig, sexy Quig, you!
"I believe in miracles
"Since you came along
"You sexy Quig!"
Quig looks around, and understanding from the others that this is a sentient landing pad, some sort of tongue, he tries to tickle it, but scratching his feet playfully around.
"So? Where do we go through customs?".
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Finally getting use to the controls Iseph finds the hand brake yelling "Found the break guys."
He runs off the ship stepping foot into the squish he looks down with and his face screws up into a mix of horror and disgust.
"Umm... dis we land in the right spot. "
As Quig 'enters' Isaiah starts laughing obnoxiously loud pointing at the Ysoki.
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"Iseph..." Raia gives the laughing android a disapproving look "Manners!"
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Quig discovers that the landing pad is indeed ticklish. It shudders and squirms, throwing the party left and right.
Iseph manages to stay up with a minor stumble. Obozaya and Quig are tossed into the air, but land back on their feet. Raia falls into Iseph, and then rights herself. Altronus and Keskodai are flung momentarily off the bridge, and start falling into space... But both are caught wordlessly by the Barathus, who grab them in a multi-tentacled grip and float them back to the wet tongue-bridge.
At Keskodai's gentle commentary, the Barathus bob wordlessly up and down, changing color slightly to a rosier pink, and continue to usher you along.
They join together briefly into a single larger Barathu, making a squishing noise as they do so.
COME. This way.
The words sound in your head, and then they separate back into separate beings with an audible pop!
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The flotilla escorts you through fleshy corridors that twist, turn and slope at unexpected angles that are challenging for humanoid travelers -- though not for your flotilla of floating escorts. Every now and then, a pulsating green vein appears in one of the blue-tinted and damp walls, and then merges back into the structure.
It is clammy and the structure reeks a bit of sweat, but at last you are led into a large office with the highest of luxuries reserved for VIP guests -- a semi-circle of hard plastic chairs, surrounding a desk. Behind the desk floats a gigantic barathu that looks like a mass of tentacles.
Welcome, investigators! comes the voice in your head. A few seconds later, it echoes from a speaker on the desk. I am the Warden!
"It is good to talk with you without the need for comms. I am sure you have plenty of work to do so thank you for meeting with us, we will try not to take up much of your time."
Keskodai remains standing waiting to be invited to take a seat.
Scared at first by the "tongue's" reaction, Quig giggles afterward, and mutters: "You're just like my sister Quill!".
Slightly disoriented, and totally surprised by all this, Quig takes in the wondrous and, to his little beady eyes, beautiful sights.
Quig goes for a chair, clambering up its side and then sitting down, before counting them to see if there are enough for all.
Not very happy about the voice in his head, Quig taps the force-field around his face, to make sure his suit is not faulty, before squinting and forcefully thinking back very hard: "HEL-LO WAR-DEN. I AM QU-IG"... before glancing at his drone: "And this is Scout".
Raia practically dances her way through the corridors of the Barathu structure, making all sorts of excited noises. Even with the smell and clamminess, or the occasional stumble when the floor slopes unexpectedly, Raia is positively beaming. The first time she sees a vein pop out, she practically loses it "This is so awesome!"
By the time the group of "investigators" finally meet the warden, Raia is fit to burst "Hello Warden, thank you so much for meeting with us..." She makes her way towards one of the plastic chairs, but to excited to sit, she just rests her hand on its back "This is such a wonderful complex! I wish we could stay longer, but like our captain says, we'll try not to take up too much of your time."
As she lands nimbly on her feet, Obozaya draws back her mighty fist ready to punch a hole right through the tongue, or at least attempt too.
She catches the look on Altronus' face though and realises she is probably about to commit at best a faux pas and at worst a possible act of war. Discretion being the better part of valor, she clumsily turns the action into an over-exaggerated yawn.
Uuurrrrggghh! New ship. she says as if that is enough of an explanation. Still needs to be broken in.
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Later, as they are walking down the corridor, the strange organic smell of sweat assaults Obozaya's sensitive nose and so she, once again being the soul of discretion (in her own way at least), flips a switch on the side of her helmet and the visor drops down, sealing perfectly.
If it can keep me alive in space it can keep out this stench.
Nice place you have here Warden.
Real investigators! Oh this is so exciting! Did you know that one of my constituent parts was an investigator, once? The Warden's tentacles wave about, happily, turning to a rosy pink. You're so correct... I am a higher being, so just like an avatar of this place. It must be your sharp investigator senses that figured that out!
A wall ripples and shifts to make an opening through which a bunch of dishes of grey mush and and a bubbling milky substance float through. Each of the dishes lands in frint of one of you. But where are my manners? I am sure that after your long journey, you'd appreciate refreshments. So, eat! Drink! You can try our famous Brethedan Bubble Tea! The grey mush is cool, and its texture is sludgy. The bubble tea still has bubbles that float out of the glass, but these smell far different from the tea offered in the Posh Kettle. The bubbles smell a bit like tea, but also soapy, oily and a bit astringent. Your sinuses clear as you take a whiff of the strange drink.
Meanwhile, you can tell me all about the exciting cases that you have had! And about the rich company that you represent, which might want to... invest in our facility? The wardens tentacles clap together, as he faces each of you expectantly. I cannot wait to hear what you've been working on!
"Oooh, Bubble tea! We've just recently been introduced to that delight, thank you." Raia quickly sits down on one of the plastic chairs and sips some of the milky substance. Her eyes widen at the surprisingly different taste, she then moves on to inspecting the grey mush "If you don't mind me asking, how many parts are you?" she looks up suddenly, blushing a little "Oh, if that's a personal question, I apologise! I've just never really met someone like you before..."
Raia begins scooping up some of the grey stuff, and swiftly changes the subject "Well, anyway, if you like mysteries, the matter we're investigating right now is a real doozie! Dozens of missing spacecraft, and only one known survivor..." She leans in and asks conspiratorially "What do you know about a moon called Salvation's End, and a pilot by the name of Livewire? Why, your help here today could prove crucial in this investigation." She smiles widely and sits back again as she takes one last look at the mush Well, I'll try anything once! and eats a bit mouthful of the sludgy stuff.
As you sip the Brethedan Bubble Tea, you identify the flavor that caused the astringent smell. It reminds you of a very hot and pungent horseradish.
Oh, you've had Brethedan Bubble Tea before? You can flavor it however you like, and I consider myself a connoisseur of the palates of Pact Worlds! I seasoned this one myself, with a condiment I found once while visiting Fog Town on Absalom Station! Have you had wasabi before? I just can't get enough of it!
The grey mush on the other hand is thick, sticky and incredibly bland. You can swallow it down, but it brings no pleasure to your palate. The only saving grace is that it is chilled, and thus a welcome contrast to the heat of the Sauna.
The Warden is pleased with your inquiry. How many parts am I? Oh, fifteen! It is very unusual to manage such a combination withot disagreements arising inside oneself, but all my parts were clearly slated to be superior beings!
Then he turns serious, as an empty credstick bounces against his desk. Tap, tap.
Oh, Livewire! Such a sad case! Of course it is absolutely forbidden for us to allow visitors to our residents because their rehabilitation is sooo very expensive... He pauses. Though your investigation does sound fascinating! Can you tell me more?
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Raia works the food around in her mouth wishing she hadn't had quite so large a mouthful "Mmm, glmph!" She tries to speak, but unable to swallow the bland sticky mush for the moment, she only manages what she hopes is a satisfied looking smile towards the warden. She then looks to her crew mates for assistance with the negotiation as her sinuses begin to tingle fiercely and her eyes start to water.
Quig is not very happy, and winces when he hears that this giant octopus wants to know what he's been working, "Hey", he mutters, "ever heard of trade secrets?!"
The Ysoki keeps his force field on, all his seals closed, and when the grey sludge is pushed towards him, he is on the verge of switching on his force field.
"Away with your soap bubble tea", he mumbles.
Then, seeing Raia talking away, Quig sighs and tries to help her, after all, they do have a mission to accomplish...
...but Quig is no Ambassador.
[b]"Livewire is a sad case, so are we, thus... uh, no, I mean, why forbid us to see him?
We too have been rehabilitated. Well, no, I mean, we are habilitated... as investigators. We can help you. Please?"[b]
However, seeing that Raia is trying to hide her distaste of the grey glop, Quig has Scout bump her on the head, so she can cough it up, or pretend to be hurt.
But Scout just flies around the room in a circle before coming back.
Quig, feeling useless... pouts.
"I didn't know you would be providing food and drinks or i wouldn't have ate my meal before we arrived." says Kekodai politely as a way of declining to try the Warden's interesting food choice.
"As my Kasatha friend says, our employers can see the benefits of having a good place to incarcerate criminals so nearby and so well staffed. We can certainly put in a good word with them on your behalf to assist with funding. Any help you can provide us today would go a long way to giving them peace of mind too. Mysteries like this that effect so many cannot go unsolved, after all."
The Warden is delighted that Raia, at least, is consuming the food, and his tentacles get even rosier at the honied words of Keskodai, Altronus and Raia. At Quig's rejection of the soap bubble tea, disapproval radiates from the Warden, but then he brightens. Ysoki don't always have the refined palates of higher beings, he thinks complacently, tentacles raised in an enigmatic shrug.
When Altronus transfers some credits, the Warden undulates with excitement. Oh! If you are going to be patrons of the Sauna, surely a teeny tiny exception can be made! The Warden gestures wildly, toasting you with his own tea. To our newest donors to the Sauna Maintenance Fund! To our eternal friendship! Bottoms up! He drinks down his glass of wasabi-laden bubble tea in one gulp. Ahhhh! Have you ever had ANYTHING like it?
Then he snaps a tentacle, and another combined guard arrives. This one will take you to Livewire, my generous patrons!
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The large amalgamated guard floats ahead of you through more twisting blue fleshy tunnels, some of which open up into a common area full of sweltering sentients. The stink in the common area is almost unbearable -- a mix of sweat and cloying and clashing floral perfumes that are everywhere in this space.
Several half-naked, sweat-drenched workers of various species crowd around here. As you pass, several smaller barathu guards combine to form one larger, menacing amalgam creature that expands to keep the prisoners away from you.
After several minutes traversing through this sweat-slicked region, the barathu guard amalgam stops at a table where a ysoki sits. The ratfolk constantly licks her paws uncomfortably while grooming her drenched and matted pelt. She sits, slumped over, exhausted and breathing heavily.
With the guard's arrival, she looks up and acknowledges an unspoken communication between herself and the barathu collective. In an instant, the barathu collective splits into its separate entities and floats off in independent paths throughout the complex, leaving you alone with the sweat-soaked ysoki who looks up with cautious interest, her dark eyes studying you for a minute before speaking.
Running her paw nervously through her fur once more, she says, “Hiya, the name's Livewire. You must be something special to arrange a private audience for me away from the squid patrol. So. What can we do for each other?”
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"Oh?!"
Seeing who Livewire is, Quig suddenly quiets down.
He types a command to Scout, for the drone to spin around noisily and thus cover Quig's next move...
...but Scout, though spinning around, uses its noise-damper unit, and does so quietly, not helping Quig at all.
Quig still goes ahead, though frowning at Scout, and in one swift move, pops his hygiene kit out of his cheek pouch, discreetly, and slips it to Livewire as he moves in to hug the fellow Ysoki.
Hugging Livewire briefly - passing the kit -, Quig then steps back and announces: "I am Mister Dexel, but my friends call me Quig. I knew such a great pilot could only be an Ysoki".
Quig then glares at Scout, muttering: "Idiot... traitor!".
During the exchanges Obozaya remained quiet. She is reasonably self-aware and knew that her lack of diplomatic skills were more likely to hinder than help the situation.
Thankfully that proved to be the case.
Similarly, she recognised that a group like theirs talking to the Ysoki could be quite intimidating, especially a warrior-Vesk asking the questions. She stands looming near the doorway, keeping an eye out for passing guards and trying as best she can to ensure the conversation is not over heard.
Turning to Livewire she says;
We've been sent to investigate what happened to bring you to this miserable place. Can't promise we can help you much. she says honestly. But tell us what happened and we'll do what we can.
Rubbing the back of her head What was that about?, Raia thanks the warden for the interesting food and drink "It was truly something else!" and raises her glass of tea in toast, though she only has a tiny sip as she gets up to leave. With her newly cleared sinuses, the smells of the intervening corridors threaten to overpower her, and the excitement of the situation begins to wain as the reality of 'The Sauna' being a penal labour camp sinks in.
Raia can't help but feel sorry for the little Ysoki, locked up in such an uncomfortable place just for exploring... well this could easily have been Raia in another life. She nods along to Obo's words "Yes, we heard that you recently visited Salvation's End. Well, our employer is very interested in what you found there, and more specifically, what happened to the rest of your crew." She smiles at the uncomfortable and exhausted looking pilot and continues "In return, is anything we can do to make your stay here more comfortable?"
Livewire is no dummy. She leans into Quig's hug, and slips the hygiene kit right into her cheek pouches, the only sign of the transfer being a sudden happy twitch of her tail.
"So you want to hear about the visit to Salvation's End?" She looks at you, cautiously. "I can tell you that I was reluctant to take job from the very start. The mission leader, Borgor... What a piece of work! He's a domineering, controlling jerk. I only joined up because the first mate, Bago, is my best friend. I couldn't leave Bago alone with that sadist. I just couldn't."
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"You must be a true friend to put up with someone like that. Bago is a very lucky person!" Raia thinks for a moment She's Still talking in the present sense, the crew may still be alive! her voice is projected into the heads of her friends. Stepping closer to Livewire and squatting on her haunches so that they are now at eye level, Raia continues probing "What did Borgor expect to find on the moon?"
The little ysoki's tail curls tightly around her. She cradles it to her chest as she turns to Raia. "You were asking about my comfort, earlier? Both my comfort and my possible survival in this horrid place... They're kind of important to me. This information that I have, and the interest that you have in it, is the first break I've gotten since I landed here. So please don't be offended if I set a price for that information, okay?" She looks down. "I've only been here less than a month, and have seen two residents drop dead from exhaustion and heat. Honestly? I'm not sure I can last out my term."
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Looking on with peaked interest at the exchange of the hygiene kit. Iseph thinks to himself These rats are strange.
"Greetings Livewire. Looks like you have a bit off something there on tail." Iseph points at the female Ysoki.
"You are a truly generous friend to hang in there for your friend Bago. I know what it is like too hold onto your friends close." Iseph looks too the crazy overly hygienic rat man and the Technomancer. "Yes' Please do tell us what you know of Salvation's End and any other shops that may have gotten lost."
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There is a price for everything. Obozaya thinks. But were I in her position.... well, I would escape. she muses with a little nod of her head and a smile of self-satisfaction. But I must remember that some people are weak and helpless, and it is not their fault, so she is right to bargain with what she has.
"Oh, sweetie, of course..." Raia glances at Altronus, remembering that he seemed to be in charge of Elsebo's credits "Our employer gave us some discretionary funds. I don't know how much of it is left, but yes, name your price and we'll see what we can do." Her voice is full of concern, but she tries to be as reassuring as possible.
Happy the transfer went well, Quig's whiskers stretch out straight.
Then, hearing about Bago, he frowns, and the whiskers curl up.
Scout's voice-box sounds out, "speaking" up: "Answer the important questions, Ysoki: are you amorously involved with this Bago? Or are you single? What is a nice lass like you doing in a place like this?".
Quig pretends surprise, and bats at Scout: "Hush! You... you silly robot!"
He then points his index-claw at Livewire: "No, you will not shirk your responsibility, you WILL lead us to Salvation's End and show us what you found. We won't let you hide here like a coward. You're coming with us if we have to drag you!".
He looks at his comrades, making big round begging black cute-rat eyes.
Seeing the ruse Quig is trying to enact, Obozaya leans down to him and whispers.
I do not think it is our mission to free the Ysoki. Perhaps the credits we have left are enough to persuade the Warden but I would not want to risk our association with the St.... with our new employers with a prison break.
Raia looks between Obozaya and Quig, and as much as she wants to just scoop Livewire up in her arms and take her away from all this, Raia's mind wins the battle over her heart "She's right, I'm sorry Quig but I don't think there's much we can do to free Livewire. Considering the price just to set up this meeting..." She turns back to face the adorable little Ysoki "I truly am sorry! But whatever we can do to help you survive this place, just name it. Credits? Food?"
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Keskodai is having a hard time adjusting tot he temperature in the Sauna, and has been finding it harder to concentrate. The situation only gets worse when he sees the state the Ysoki captive is in.
"This place truly should adjust the conditions here to not make it quite so unbearable to the people incarcerated here. I know this is supposed to be a tough place, but working people to death is surely not a good way to rehabilitate any sentients."
The ysoki's eyes fill with hope for a moment, and then you see the hope die in her eyes when she realizes that you cannot break her out. "I understand... It's bad enough that one of us is in this place. I don't want to get the rest of you stuck here."
"My price is 1000 credits worth of hygiene products. Preferably flavored soaps, shampoos, that kind of thing. The squid patrol can't get enough of wasabi soap, but strong floral and fruit scents work too." Livewire looks apologetic. "I know it's a lot, but that will give me the trade goods I need to survive here."
Livewire leans forward, offers her paw and looks you in the eye. "Deal?" She pauses. "If you don't have the cash, there's something else we can work out... My toolkit. I wasn't able to take it from the Archer before it crashed. If you're going out there to investigate, can you make sure it goes back to my family?"
Her eyes blink. "In case I can't make it back?"
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Tears well up in Quig's eyes...
He wipes them with his tail.
"Are you asking me to... Do you want me to meet your parents?".
Raia raises an eyebrow at Quig, then shakes Livewire's paw "Deal! You'll have all the soap and shampoo we can get our hands on..." She looks around at he crew mates and thinks to them It's Starfinder money, and really it's the very least they can do! She then pounces on Livewire, giving her a big hug "As for your toolkit... We'll do what you ask because it's just the right thing to do, no strings attached!"
Raia slowly stands up and takes a deep breath "Okay... So why don't you tell us all about Salvation's end, while we try to figure out how to smuggle in a crate of smelly soap." She gives Iseph a little smile as her antennae twitch Any ideas?
The little ysoki's whiskers twitch. "You may not have to smuggle in the whole crate. Have you talked to the Warden's ex in the Commissary? The one that he rejected from the collective? She does a roaring business in black market soaps."
"Oh, he rejected someone? He seemed awfully proud of his collective when we talked to him earlier..." Raia says, a little surprised "So she must be the reason for that, umm, interesting mix of smells back there." She smiles reassuringly at Livewire "No, we haven't talked to her yet, but that would certainly be easier than smuggling the stuff in ourselves!"
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Iseph perks up at the idea of pulling off a tricky smuggling job. Possibly he thinks back to Raia should she still have the connection open.
His excitement dies as Livewire mentions the existing black market.
"Well seems like an interesting deal. I think I still have some connections back on Eox that make wonderful soaps and fragrances." finishing his sentience realizing he might get some disgusted looks at the mention of that accursed place. "What? They do a fantastic job."
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Quig jumps up: "Deal! And we'll go look for your toolkit on the Archer and get it back to you or your family. You have an address for us?".
Scout then pipes up: "No husband or boyfriend to deliver it to?".
"No husband, no boyfriend. Lots of cousins and siblings," Livewire confides to the robot, smiling.
"Okay, so here's the story. Bago asked me if I could pilot on this expedition that his twin Borgor was planning. The other crew members were Snips, a shifty-looking human and Xalak-don, a vesk bigger than your friend over there." She nods to Obozaya. "They weren't exactly the most reliable of people. Snips was a cutthroat and Xalak-don was all brawn, little brains. Together they were dangerous, always plotting something. It didn't take long for me to figure out this pair was planning a mutiny after we found the purported treasure at Salvation's End." She sighs, leaning her back against the wall, tail nervously coiling.
"I have to admit, they weren't the only ones thinking along those lines. I wasn't planning a mutiny so much as an escape. I wanted to use my share of the goods to get Bago as far from his no-good brother as I could..." She grins at Scout. "And before you ask, little bot, no, we don't have a thing. Bago is a big guy, and I'm no mountain climber. Still, he was my best friend. If those two idiots mutinied, me and Bago planned to use this confusion to slip away and disappear forever."
She sighs. "But everything went wrong. After the two crew members went down to the surface with Bago and Borgor, I never saw any of my crewmates again." She lowers her voice. "People call Salvation's End a ‘false moon,' but that can't be true. I'm pretty sure that floating metal hulk is actually some kind of really old starship caught in the nearby planet's orbit. I don't know what happened to it, but its signature and style don't match up to any Pact World design.”
Quig bats at Scout again: "Be polite, and stop questioning the lady!"
At the same time he is gleefully jumping up and down at this personal news.
"Mmmh, so what race are these Bago and Borgor? And dp they look alike? If so, how can we tell them apart, some personal question we might ask? I don't want to meet the evil one pretending to be the good one!"
Quig smoothes his whiskers: "Maybe no one is dead, then? They only never came back to your ship. If this is some Alien star-vessel from beyond the Vast, it could have sentients on board, or automated systems, or any kind of traps...".
"Cousins, heh? So, where are you from? I'm a Drexel, from Akiton, born and raised near the Hivemarket."
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"No husband, no boyfriend. Lots of cousins and siblings," Livewire confides to the robot, smiling.
"Okay, so here's the story. Bago asked me if I could pilot on this expedition that his twin Borgor was planning. The other crew members were Snips, a shifty-looking human and Xalak-don, a vesk bigger than your friend over there." She nods to Obozaya.
Obozaya bristles visibly at this comment but then says proudly; Size may be on his side. But I am a master tactician.
The lure of credits has turned more than one good soldier's head but your intentions seem honourable. Responding to Quig's question Obozaya replies without a hint of sarcasm; I assume the evil one will be the one shooting at us.
"Yep. If someone's shooting at you, you can bet it's Borgor!" She looks up hopefully at Quig's comment about the possibility of the entire crew being still alive. “Yeah, they may be all alive down there! At least, I hope so for Bago's sake. Still, I’m pretty sure they ran into trouble there from the goblins if nothing else.”
“So here’s what I know.” Livewire grabs the bowl of grey gruel next to her. She scoops some and smears it on the table, drawing a makeshift map. “There's a noticeable spire rising from the false moon's outer hull. It's teeming with activity. Crude painted symbols are all along structure's exterior. Inside, a hive of space goblins flourishes in one of their misbegotten makeshift nests. The goblins sneak out to rummage for scrap metal and other junk found on the false moon's exterior.”
She waves and gestures. “Lots of ships disappeared while flying too close to Salvation's End. Until recently, this phenomenon was kind of an urban pilot legend, but I know what it is! There's some kind of really powerful tractor beam on that moon. It was strong enough to reel in the Archer, and I only got my whiskers out of there by crashing into the damn thing and ejecting an escape pod right before impact! So the Archer’s still there.”
She glops bits of the gruel on the table to indicate distances. “On our first flyby, we ended up skirmishing with a few goblin junkers. After the battle, we detected a strong signal emitting from underneath the space goblin spire, and even though our sensors could barely penetrate the tower, the source of the signal was just under the surface of Salvation's End. There's something down there, I swear it! When you go to my ship, the Archer, you'll find the audio logs. They can confirm my story, and maybe get you other information too.”
She collapses for a moment, getting her breath. "From Akiton, huh? My family's a few miles south of Hivemarket. We were practically neighbors."
"Goblins?!", Quig yelps, punching a command on his Comm' Unit.
Scout spins around, his speakers sounding out:
"Goblins, goblins!
"Clap! Snap! Crack, crack!
"Grib, grab! Pinch, nab!".
Looking at the drawings in the mush: "Where's the tractor beam located? Do you know? Is there a safety distance?". He smiles at her: "Great piloting, managing to get out of the traction...".
"Come on Livewire, whiskers up! We'll do what we can to get to the Archer, try and find Bago, get your toolkit, retrieve your logs, collect other data, bring back some Goblins, discover what's down there and see if we can get all this prison-junk cleared up, so you can shower all you want, before we go shopping in the Hivemarket!".
Goblins....! is the only word Obozaya says and with some relish. She cracks her knuckles loudly, an eager look in her eyes.
Her more tactical thinking takes over then and she turns to Iseph. Can you avoid a tractor beam when you're at the stick?
The little ysoki eyes Iseph with professional assessment. "Oh, you're the pilot?" She nods to the android, and then comments, "That tractor beam is tough. You might be able to evade it, but it'll be a challenge."
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"That I am. One of the best you can find." Iseph smiles at the Ysoki "Obo you needn't worry about my skill. I will be able to dodge the tractor beam before they get a full lock."
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"He is my most promising student yet, though I must still teach him humility", says Quig.
"This crew is the best i've known. As a team we are certainly more than the sum of our parts!" boasts Keskodai, fully believing in the skills of the crew.
"Quig is also an excellent engineer, and sometimes helps out at the science stations too. When we need to scan a particularly hard to reach spot he can re-calibrate the sensors faster than anyone."
Keskodai watches for a reaction from the female Ysoki before turning to Quig and winking at him while sending a mental message to him.
Don't worry little friend, I will help you to attract this furry female if i can.
He's not quite as subtle as as he tings though as he tends to twitch his antennae when he exaggerates like this.