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Hi is the barely audible gasp that Momo introduces herself with.
At 163 cm (or 5 foot 4, for those not using Akitonian units), Momo naturally positions herself in the back of the group, and lets perspective to the work of making her look much smaller that her voice sounds. She plucks slightly nervously at her short, black hair that perpetually refuses to stay in line - as if defying gravity itself. A rather large carbon steel blade on her back betrays why she prefers her hair short.
My name is Momo and I'm in charge of dancing she adds finally with only marginally greater volume. While she says that, she's very elegantly standing utterly motionless.
As soon as any attention lifts off her - something she's eager to facilitate by not moving - she takes out her comm unit and starts tapping up a conversation with a contact stored under the name 'little blond punk'.
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Momo, and the rest of you have received a summons from Radaszam, leader of the Acquisitives faction, to meet him within the First Seeker Ilyastre Memorial Museum on the grounds of the Lorespire Complex. The museum contains cavernous halls with holographic displays and glass cases filled with relics put on public display per the Forum’s votes.
Momo is the first to arrive. Radaszam, the vesk leader of the Acquisitives stands in front of a museum display piece showcasing an ancient polearm of
unknown make.
We shall wait until the others arrive. he says.
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A shirren wearing a Top Down and the Strange Quarks t-shirt jogs into the Museum followed by a Klikharp hopping to the music Jek is listening to.
"Sorry I'm out of uniform I was just jogging around Jatembe Park with Tim,"
Jek gestures to their Klikharp companion.
" when I got the message. Nice to meet you Mono, I'm Jek. When I'm not listening to music I play a battle medic on the infosphere. Did you say you are in charge of dancing, this is sounding like my kind of mission. Tim show the nice lady how you can dance."
Jek starts hopping up and down and Tim the Klikharp follows along, although Tim is a much better hopper having legs built for hopping.
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A skittermander in battle harness strolls into the gallery, looking around curiously at the exhibits. His powered armor is largely black and blue in color, with flashy gold highlights, and the suit brings his black-furred head roughly level with a human’s, but still a head below the impressive vesk. A deactivated laser rifle is mounted on one shoulder, and a curve blade is elaborately peace-bonded at his hip.
”Reporting as requested, Radaszam,” Qimok says in Vesk, with a warrior's salute. He turns to the others, and gives them a toothy grin before introduces himself in Common. ”I am Qimok. I am here to help. I can help best when applications of brute force are called for, but I am happy to follow my allies' lead when subtlety is needed.”
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"No need to introduce yourself I would recognize Qimok the famous gladiator anywhere, wow this is cool looks like we will have another star on our team! A couple of missions ago Dash Riprock was on the team and now Qimok, luck must be on my side. Would you happen to have any t-shirts for sale? I'm Jek by the way."
Jek turns to Tim their Klikharp companion.
"Tim it's Qimok how cool is that!
Tim keeps hopping up and down.
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A blue skittermander trailing a tiny green fuzzy creature toddling in his footsteps trots up. "Hey, boss, what's cooking?" He grins toothily at the large Vesk and waves at the rest of the team. "Hopefully, you've seen my show, Borq's Bites? If not, you're missing a great one." He flashes 6 thumbs up at everyone, then picks up the green fuzzball. "This is Bzzt!"
Borq rummages in a pocket and pulls out a small battery with a nipple attached. Bzzt squeaks and grabs it, popping the end in her mouth and sucking vigorously. Borq scritches her head gently with a fingertip while checking her other pockets.
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"Qimok old man, it's great to see you! I don't think I knew you were part of the Starfinders. More fool me. And Momo and Jek. Looking forward to adventuring with you." Borq continues to smile, showing all his teeth.
A few moments later, a sharply-dressed kitsune strolls up tapping on a datapad. "Boss, I'm guessing we need to push back your interview on Zo!'s show scheduled for next week. It looks like you're going to be busy. Again." She raises an eyebrow as she looks at the group.
Borq nods as he continues to stroke Bzzt's head. "And this is Estrella. I couldn't handle all the press without her."
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Momo gives a somewhat rehearsed reaction to Tim's hopping Ooh! You dance really well! She moves along to the music as well, making her hair defy gravity even more. For a moment, she seems to forget her nervousness and even breaks out in a little smile while very moshable music fills the air
♫ Should you be always
So rigid under stress?
Full of inertia
A center of mass
You go around charging
A drain as the source
You think you're immobile
But you're meeting
An unstoppable force
So just preserve your energy
There's no use to fight
It's like that in nature
The law is always right! ♫
Ah, that was fun!
Qimok sells t-shirts? That's nice! Do you have any striped ones?
She then sheepishly returns Borq's six thumbs with two of her own. Bzzt... is that a...?
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"That was great, Momo! I have a friend who's a dancer, but that's definitely not my strength. In answer to your question, Bzzt's a hexoglin. We found her mama on an exploration of the Ghost Levels and she just followed me home." Borq grins again, then holds out the fuzzy pup. "Would you like to hold her? She's very friendly, as long as you don't take away her bottle."
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A humanoid wearing a helmet made of living coral, wearing a modified leather duster as armor, is late to arrive, but does so in style - landing a literal dragon in the museum grounds, and then calmly walking over to meet the others, moving with dream-like grace.
He stiffly raises a hand in greeting, but his eyes seem to focus on a point slightly to the right and above, rather than meeting your eyes directly - almost as if he was seeing something... not quite of this world.