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Wiggling his nose in thought Kenta then gives a short nod "Okay... Kenta work for you. Send money now?"
"Self defence.... stupid flesh bags got warned." grimacing and narrowing eyes to see if the Councillor will take umbrage.
Kenta bares his teeth at the metal man, but follows warily in it's wake.
Kenta frowns at the lack of renewal of meat snacks as he shifts the gradually digesting blob of animal mass within his cheek pouches... a thin line of enriched dribble coaxed free from the corner of his mouth and making it's way through his fur. He exits the taxi without pomp nor circumstance and instead addresses Kris "You see what's in pad thing now? Before we go in yes yes?"
...before tossing it back to Kris, shrugging his shoulders and saying "Must be broken"
Kenta turns from trying to force more sweets and cocks head before taking the pad from Kris and tinkering...
"No.... more free free candy?"
Kenta takes a furtive nibble on one of the meat candies... pausing while chewing to contemplate. He then narrows eyes and queries the machine "Free free right?" before leaning forward to shove as many nuggets of sweetsaltyunctuousness into his cheek pouches as are on offer. To the discussion he adds "Best to know read whats there before go to Starfind... better good yea?"
Kenta just narrows his eyes at Kris' question, smoothing down his head fur with a forearm.
Kenta shuffles onto the taxi with the others and takes Ed's suggestion "Starfinders, take us please now."
Twittering his whiskers Kenta turns to Ed "Want food-mush now? - better go Star peoples first?"
Fort: for Kenta shares the physically discombobulating effects of the tube and proceeds to vomit messily as he exits back into the station. He mutters "Should have gone rat run.... never puke-puke in there." Given his predisposition to affairs of the regurgitated bile, he yields computing interest to Kris in the instant.
Kenta keeps close to Ed, stepping into the tube after him... though with a mite more circumspection than the shirren's leap.
Kenta twitches and mutters "Not sure why not like rat run... seem fine to me" but doesn't look willing to make an argument of it or speak out against the tubes... following after the others.
Kenta crouches low to the ground and exits the fray with Ed, once clear of the bay he turns and reverses slowly with his pistol still brandished.
Whiskers a twitter Kenta brandishes his pistol and looks to Ed "We have thing we need? Any reason stay?"
Sneering Kenta hisses "Bad choice smeg-brain" and hurls the slobbery, slightly digested grenade in las-pistol man's direction... Frag Grenado I @ Yellow: for
Growling and taking in the words of Ab-Sec and Ed both Kenta growls. His upper lip trembles a few moments before he hocks up a grenade into his hand from one cheek pouch. Holding it up and drawing up on his haunches he chitters "All gang-scum fleshbags! Shoot each other fine, but me and mine go this way... You follow... I throw" cocking his head and holding the grenade up in plain view.
Still crouched, Kenta cocks his head "Ed? What happens? Is dead?" pointing to the dwarf.
Kenta takes in the refusal of the gangers to shoot at him, Ed's attention given to the short hairy one they came for and furrows his furred brow. Muttering "No respect for ysoki... not even shoot at me..." scurrying out from his cover and towards Mr Ed.
The exocortex in the side of the ysoki's head sparks and begins to whir as Kenta's mandibles twitch and his eyes grow wide with angry intent. He snarls "Rrrrr, eat lead sons of fleshbags" popping up above his makeshift barricade to squeeze off a pistol shot at a likely ganger.
Kenta hisses, muttering under his tongue "Stupid fleshbags, why fight here... put round in wrong place all bastards sucked into space." before assessing where he might best find some cover to start perforating the disturbers of the peace. On the approach he slips his pistol out of his belt, cocking back the hammer. He then shuffles together a couple of crate fragments and packing material he hunches down.
Rubbing his eyes and frowning "Kenta only see hairy one Ed... over there with shiny badge" pointing at the dwarf seemingly oblivious to any other threats within the landing bay. BD:
Sniffing the air Kenta pads through crouched, but on two limbs... keeping quizzical eyes on those approaching them. Perception:
Kenta just frowns and manipulates his cheek pouches for a few moments "But how enjoy stay if only stay safe?"
Kenta furrows his brow as though attempting to comprehend how those who ostensibly came to the station specifically to see the dwarf... are somehow negative towards the prospect of work. Shaking his head he nudges Mr Ed "Stick with you... not sure of not sure ones. Can call Mr Ed?" To Kris he cocks his head to one side "Made self... my tech... mine..." holding it a little closer possessively.
Kenta furrows his brow and twitches whiskers, responding to Retsiji "Big man... not here for Duravor Kreel? Thought all us coming for short hairy one, no?"
Blinking with his left eye and shaking his head like a nervous twitch Kenta shrugs to the vesk "Big station, lots of flesh bags, lots of tech...?"
In other news I only 'just' got Cap'n's joke re: his name... lord I can be thick :P
"Eh?" comes the quizzical response "Field rat? Square squishy meat cube come from vend machine." holding up an unappetising lump of gelatinous sludge by way of demonstration.
Twitching and fidgeting, the ysoki named Kenta had been uneasy cooped in the confines of the Okimoro. Garbed in scav-wear that looks like it was older than he was, there is little to him that inspires any confidence. Standing three and a half feet when stretched upright, brown fur coats most of what flesh protrudes... bar twin points of interest. Jutting from his right temple a knot of electronics is surrounded by fierce red scar tissue and pinkish bald skin. The exocortex doesn't conform with any known company schematics... looking to be cobbled together from scraps of consumer-tech. Wan green light pulses in it's core, occasionally reflecting through his eyes. The second is in his left arm, exposed by his left sleeve being torn off at the elbow. A mechanic's custom rig, of similar provenance and heritage to his cranial implant... functional, but lacking the delicate touch afforded by mass-prod from the tech factories. The ysoki is fiddling with the screen when Ed pushes thoughts of food into his head... "Kenta just eat field rat... comes many flavors... brown... light brown... dark brown... sometimes blackish too if leave near solar-port a while. That way gets crispy-crunch." sniffing at the air and wiggling his whiskers. "Mr Ed like field rats?"
The Expanse is definitely good harder sci-fi. Season 2 is a step up as well.
Primary Choices:
Ysoki Mechanic (Exocortex) 1
Outlaw Theme; 2 HP Str: 8
BAB +0, Fort +2, Ref +2, Will +0
Skills 4 +3 = 7
Computers: 1
Survival: 1 Small
Proficiencies: Light armor, basic melee, grenades, small arms Feats:
Theme Knowledge: reduce DC of Culture checks to recall knowledge about criminal underworld by 5. Sleight of Hand is class skill. Artificial Intelligence (Exocortex)
Bypass: +1 Insight to Computers and Engineering
Surprise surprise he's good at Engineering... with a side order of Medicine, Physical Sciences and Computing.
Will be working on Mr Rat tonight...
"Kenta still not seeing where gold is in this for Kenta..."
Kenta scoffs before adding "He says that you pay for people go into tunnels? Kenta not care for egg so much as gold."
Kenta scoffs "If Kenta your brother... not sure who mother sleeping around with." and Vaughn's endorsing has zero impact upon the Ronin's desire. It's only Alcheringa's mention of coin that piques interest. "Fine, Kenta come... see if Duskwarden people pay Kenta to go in hole."
At the sound of his name, the boar lifts his head... huffing at Tal'Zeneb for a few moments before letting rip with a grunting burp that carries the odour of sour wine upon it. Kenta nods before translating "Buta says Buta not work for free either."
Buta huffs noisily and snuffles at Kenta's elbow for snippets from the table, as Kenta raises his voice to respond "Kenta not come... no reason to give kuso about egg. Egg not pay Kenta, buy sake for Buta. Not see why all people need run around for fat halfling too lazy go out find own imaimashī egg."
Kenta just raises an eyebrow, before muttering to Buta in the lilting language of the wayang.
"Pretty sure Kenta not owe Bobo nothing."
Kenta ignores the ongoing discussion, instead muttering to his boar.
Kenta frowns "Competition for make food? Sounds like not pay much."
Kenta settles in to drink, and wait to see if there is any comeback from either the legion of necromancers or the vestiges of the cult.
Kenta leads Buta past the gnome and within, calling back "Where you keep the drink?" paying little mind to the problem of the urchins now that they were safely freed.
Kenta shrugs "Eh, you can deal with little ones... Kenta plans to get Buta drunk"
Kenta hugs close to Buta, trusting his grace to see him safe...
Kenta makes for flying leap still upon his faithful hairy and porcine steed... happy to prove wrong a particularly quaint adage.
Kenta waits as suggested by Vaughn until the screaming and mewling little cabbages are safely fetched to the ground floor. |