"I am Tylronix, formerly of Alagathar" Tylronix responded to Axel. Looking at the card Axel waved about in his hand, he added "I see you are to be a member of the crew as well". He bowed his head slightly, then retreated to his seat. Tylronix hadn't had much experience with humans, but he suspected Axel and the female behind him weren't similar in character to Doe. Still, they were now members of his unit, and he would respect and protect them as he would Doe.
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Felicity
Haute Couture Talonneur
"Well of course, who the hell doesn't like pretty things..." Atak purred in response to Axel. She paused for a moment, then huffing, "So I guess you could say I've fallen for myself quite a long time ago..." She joked, though rather demurely and full of pompous. She glanced at him out of the corner of her eye, smirking. Oh, how this whole situation brought life back to her. On any normal given day, Atak would only smile about once and that was normally because she liked what starred back at her in the mirror.
It was the large alien that stood bluntly in the ship that brought out this true side of Atak, her expression instantly changing to its routine, "I'm bored, and I'm better than you," expression. She swaggered over, looking him up and down and back again, eyebrow raised. "Well... aren't you... bulky." She inquired. She slipped the chip given to her by Doe out of its leather pocket, placing it against her jaw as she gazed intently at him. She hadn't seen his species often, and he was rather fresh to her eyes. "My name is Atackcha... the pleasure is all yours..." With that she glanced over to Axel, then back to the Alien man. She wouldn't always be like this, especially when she got to know everyone a bit better. Until then, however, this, this pompous concoction of vanity and skill, was what they had.
@Cross_Rhodes
@Seymour
It was the large alien that stood bluntly in the ship that brought out this true side of Atak, her expression instantly changing to its routine, "I'm bored, and I'm better than you," expression. She swaggered over, looking him up and down and back again, eyebrow raised. "Well... aren't you... bulky." She inquired. She slipped the chip given to her by Doe out of its leather pocket, placing it against her jaw as she gazed intently at him. She hadn't seen his species often, and he was rather fresh to her eyes. "My name is Atackcha... the pleasure is all yours..." With that she glanced over to Axel, then back to the Alien man. She wouldn't always be like this, especially when she got to know everyone a bit better. Until then, however, this, this pompous concoction of vanity and skill, was what they had.
@Cross_Rhodes
@Seymour
hEMbo
Back from the dead
Doe thought back to her list. Only two people left. She took out her holo-pad and messaged Jacrezz. It read: where are you? we can meet there. I'm on a shortage of time. She sent it before she realized how casual and inappropriate it was. She sighed. Oh well. ((Sorry for shortest post ever. No time.))
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Tylronix had turned around and started back until he finally deciphered what Atak had truly said. He stopped for a moment, weighing his options. Insults were meant as an invitation to an immediate trial of arms, but perhaps the humans were different. He didn't quite understand them at all, and wondered if humans even understood other humans. He shook the thought from his mind, and remembered Doe's reaction to him stating he was challenged in the bar. Taking half a step back and turning his head to face Atak, he uttered his favorite combination of English words, in a chilling tone that was easy to interpret:
"Is that a challenge?"
"Is that a challenge?"
Felicity
Haute Couture Talonneur
Oh Atak's interest was peaked. She glared at Tylronix, eyebrows raised, eyes slits. "Please, your not much of a challenge," she bit out of her teeth. In truth though he was what with his stature, though she would never admit it. She stood back, her chin held high, shoulders back, though a slight smirk began to play on the corner of her lips. She began to slither her way over to him inching closer and closer, till her six foot something frame brought her lips up to where she thought his ears were. "We will just have to see your worth... won't we?" She purred into his "ear." With that she giggled a rather demonic giggle and practically slithered away, past him, and into the maze of metal that was the ship.
(Omg, my character is suuuch a bitch xD )
@Seymour
(Omg, my character is suuuch a bitch xD )
@Seymour
Cross
Word Assassin
Axel placed his fist against his mouth like he had to cough. A breathy sound, not quiet a fully formed laugh escaped. Tylronix had bulk on his side for sure. Axel turned toward Atak to gauge her humor about this. He wondered how to offer his support without possibly offending her. Axel had no way to know if she needed his help or not. Tylronix on the other hand, had clearly never heard of a femme fatale much less met one before. "Looks are important." Axel said. A callback to his and Atak's earlier conversation. "But I'm more of a function over form kind of person." He scooted up his jacket sleeve and logged into his comm device.
"Like for example, Tylronix... I heard an alien started a brawl in my favorite bar earlier. Was that you?" Axel asked. "My bartender friend had to cash in her insurance policy."
"Like for example, Tylronix... I heard an alien started a brawl in my favorite bar earlier. Was that you?" Axel asked. "My bartender friend had to cash in her insurance policy."
Tylronix turned away for Atak, incredibly confused with her response, and with Axel's follow up "cough". Was he really coughing, or was he laughing? Had he missed something glaringly obvious to these humans? And for Atak, why had she moved deeper into the ship? Had she challenged him and fled?
Tylronix didn't much care for words. He, like all other of the Guerran, preferred actions to words. Yet, it seemed humans were more inclined to speak before acting.
"I believe I was involved in that skirmish in the bar" Tylronix responded to Axel. "Three of the other patrons had unsheathed their weapons, and on attempted to strike. But, I am sorry for your friend's ... insurance policy?" He added, uncertain of what an insurance policy was or what it might stand for, in human terms.
Tylronix didn't much care for words. He, like all other of the Guerran, preferred actions to words. Yet, it seemed humans were more inclined to speak before acting.
"I believe I was involved in that skirmish in the bar" Tylronix responded to Axel. "Three of the other patrons had unsheathed their weapons, and on attempted to strike. But, I am sorry for your friend's ... insurance policy?" He added, uncertain of what an insurance policy was or what it might stand for, in human terms.
Uncultured
Dreamer/Cynic
Piekkuri could make out the words of several other crew members from across the ship, the faint vibrations of their voices reverberated through the metal structure around him and although their words would have been impossible for other races to discern, the sensitive ears of the Vardan picked them up from across the vessel, albeit with some effort. Already there was one problem human among the crew, her attitude was one that would need adjusting over the course of the trip if she were to mesh with the crew and Piekkuri scoffed at the arrogance of her words. The Guerra were a race of hardened warriors with massive frames, and if a human woman truly believed that she would stand a chance in a one on one fight, she would be proven a fool after a savage beating at the hands of the large beast. If the Vardan could respect one thing about the brutish and unrefined Guerra, it was their codes of honor and their ability in combat. Although their culture was one that lacked in sophistication and centered around violence, they were an honest race that fought and lived hard, a trait that deserved at least a modicum of respect. As far as the woman went, even the superiority complex of the Vardan didn't approach the level of vanity that exuded from the human woman and Piekkuri debated with himself whether or not he should confront her and put her into her proper place, but after a brief moment of thought he resigned himself to observe. He wanted to gauge his crew members and furthermore, he wanted to keep an arms length between himself and the lesser life forms he had been sent to work with. The less time spent socializing with them, the better, and this was for numerous reasons. As the ancient proverb went, the one who speaks the least, often knows the most, and Piekkuri was one who adhered to that in most situations, he would know their strengths and their weaknesses before they knew what he liked to eat in the morning, and it would be that war for more than simple xenophobic reasons, it had to be that way. He was sent to be a tactical adviser and combat/stealth specialist and if he were called upon to provide suggestions, he would need to know the ins and outs of the crew, from interpersonal relations to their strengths on and off the field of combat, and to do so, he needed to maintain an objective and cold view of the crew that wasn't tainted by personal relations.
Piekkuri did however, need to get something to eat, it had been half a dozen hours since he had something to eat when he had been aboard the Rylox and the fast metabolism of the Vardan now demanded his immediate attention with a loud and pronounced growl. The Vardan sighed softly, in all likelihood he would be seeing some of the crew members within the next hour and he didn't look forward to the inevitable pleasantries and questions that would come his way during an initial meeting, it would be disingenuous to pretend to enjoy their company, but it would go against the goal of solidarity to openly admit such a thing, and as a result, unless one of the crew members openly berated him, he would remain as pleasant as possible when with the crew. Piekkuri finished reading the document that was before him on the screen of his personal computer before closing the fold-able machine, as he did so he rose from his seat softly, donning a pair of slippers in the process, they were a soft and fuzzy variety of footwear that was meant for early mornings and late nights, and the slim shell top slippers dragged behind his heals as he made his way to the door waiting for the mechanical gateway to open on its own accord. After a couple of seconds he realized that he was on a human vessel, not a Varden one, and he quickly pressed the button on the door panel that instructed the sliding metal door to retract from it's slot in the thick steel wall of the ship.
Piekkuri walked into the hallway and briskly turned to his left before making his way towards the front of the ship, he was in the stern of the vessel and his quarters were located by the engines of the ship, and in contrast to his location, the mess hall was in the bow of the ship, no doubt a slight walk that would take him just over one minute if his estimation was correct, he had been sent the schematics of the ship by Vardan Intelligence and over the past hour he had gone over them several times, making sure to take note of structural deficiencies, strong points, kill zones and choke holds in case of an enemy boarding party, along with the essentials such as the mess hall, engine room, captain's quarters and the like. Piekkuri had made it a habit to know the ins and outs of whatever environment he found himself in, and this doubled when considering the less than stellar origin of the spacecraft that he would be living in for the foreseeable future. The lack of craftsmanship was apparent in the square and bleak architecture of the vessel and the ship's interior reminded him of the interior of early Vardan mining ships that now sat rotting in dry docks being torn to pieces for valuable scrap material. Perhaps he was being too judgmental, aesthetics were merely a visual thing, and they had little to do with performance, but if one were to use resources on a vessel, should it not look as good as it performed? As he made his way to the bow of the ship he passed the muster station where the crew members had entered the vessel. He didn't make eye contact with the humans or the large Guerra as he walked past the room and he doubted they had spotted him as the doorway was only three or four feet wide and they were clearly occupied with other business at the moment, instead of initiating conversation with them he walked down the hallway towards the mess hall, eager to see if the human ship had stocked quality food and perhaps a quality grind of coffee.
(If anyone would like to interact with my character feel free to do so, you will have to call him from down the hallway though. I didn't want to get in the way of what you guys have developing so it's up to you three really)
His slippers
Piekkuri did however, need to get something to eat, it had been half a dozen hours since he had something to eat when he had been aboard the Rylox and the fast metabolism of the Vardan now demanded his immediate attention with a loud and pronounced growl. The Vardan sighed softly, in all likelihood he would be seeing some of the crew members within the next hour and he didn't look forward to the inevitable pleasantries and questions that would come his way during an initial meeting, it would be disingenuous to pretend to enjoy their company, but it would go against the goal of solidarity to openly admit such a thing, and as a result, unless one of the crew members openly berated him, he would remain as pleasant as possible when with the crew. Piekkuri finished reading the document that was before him on the screen of his personal computer before closing the fold-able machine, as he did so he rose from his seat softly, donning a pair of slippers in the process, they were a soft and fuzzy variety of footwear that was meant for early mornings and late nights, and the slim shell top slippers dragged behind his heals as he made his way to the door waiting for the mechanical gateway to open on its own accord. After a couple of seconds he realized that he was on a human vessel, not a Varden one, and he quickly pressed the button on the door panel that instructed the sliding metal door to retract from it's slot in the thick steel wall of the ship.
Piekkuri walked into the hallway and briskly turned to his left before making his way towards the front of the ship, he was in the stern of the vessel and his quarters were located by the engines of the ship, and in contrast to his location, the mess hall was in the bow of the ship, no doubt a slight walk that would take him just over one minute if his estimation was correct, he had been sent the schematics of the ship by Vardan Intelligence and over the past hour he had gone over them several times, making sure to take note of structural deficiencies, strong points, kill zones and choke holds in case of an enemy boarding party, along with the essentials such as the mess hall, engine room, captain's quarters and the like. Piekkuri had made it a habit to know the ins and outs of whatever environment he found himself in, and this doubled when considering the less than stellar origin of the spacecraft that he would be living in for the foreseeable future. The lack of craftsmanship was apparent in the square and bleak architecture of the vessel and the ship's interior reminded him of the interior of early Vardan mining ships that now sat rotting in dry docks being torn to pieces for valuable scrap material. Perhaps he was being too judgmental, aesthetics were merely a visual thing, and they had little to do with performance, but if one were to use resources on a vessel, should it not look as good as it performed? As he made his way to the bow of the ship he passed the muster station where the crew members had entered the vessel. He didn't make eye contact with the humans or the large Guerra as he walked past the room and he doubted they had spotted him as the doorway was only three or four feet wide and they were clearly occupied with other business at the moment, instead of initiating conversation with them he walked down the hallway towards the mess hall, eager to see if the human ship had stocked quality food and perhaps a quality grind of coffee.
(If anyone would like to interact with my character feel free to do so, you will have to call him from down the hallway though. I didn't want to get in the way of what you guys have developing so it's up to you three really)
His slippers
yistae
Ruler of friendly sharks
Shawn jumped in surprise when his small bag of things started buzzing, staring at it like it might blow up. And all things considered, it might. When it didn't though, Shawn carefully opened it and dug through it's contents. Mostly just clothes, a few books, and some tools he had decided to bring along. Never know when you might need to open a door and just happen to forgt your key, so better to be safe than sorry.
Finally he located the buzzing, and as soon a he touched it it stopped. It was a watch of some sort that he'd been given when he'd accepted the job, but Shawn didn't actually use it yet. Looking at the screen after strapping it on his right wrist, Shawn glanced around to find the name of the place he and Leo were in and replied, 'Upper class area. A bar called Tera's. The weapons guy is with me. Leo.'
Finally he located the buzzing, and as soon a he touched it it stopped. It was a watch of some sort that he'd been given when he'd accepted the job, but Shawn didn't actually use it yet. Looking at the screen after strapping it on his right wrist, Shawn glanced around to find the name of the place he and Leo were in and replied, 'Upper class area. A bar called Tera's. The weapons guy is with me. Leo.'
hEMbo
Back from the dead
Doe received her message and sighed a sigh of relief. it was within walking distance and the weapons officer was with them. she couldn't wait to get the mission off the ground, and every minute wasted the monsters were getting closer. She power-walked to Tera's and strode in like she owned it. she immediately found the two sitting at the bar. "Hello Gentleman. My name is Doe, I am your captain, here are your your tickets to the emerald city," she got two last chips out of her pocket and held one out to each of them. "We don't have a lot of time," she checked her holo-pad, "about 10 minutes till we are scheduled to depart." she finished in a hurry. She thought to their first mission... the clock was ticking on the stranded scientists who they had lost communications with.
((Alright guys, I kicked aratani out because i had waited 4 days for a reply and I her profile indicated she had been checking Rp nation regularly in that time. I need a new scientist. My plan is that we can pick them up when we get to the research facility. I trust you guys to create a character that is good and its such a pain to wait for someone to come along and sign up. So any volunteers? I will tell you what I plan for the scientist privately once you agree, so as not to ruin the surprise or effect of the roleplay))
((Alright guys, I kicked aratani out because i had waited 4 days for a reply and I her profile indicated she had been checking Rp nation regularly in that time. I need a new scientist. My plan is that we can pick them up when we get to the research facility. I trust you guys to create a character that is good and its such a pain to wait for someone to come along and sign up. So any volunteers? I will tell you what I plan for the scientist privately once you agree, so as not to ruin the surprise or effect of the roleplay))
yistae
Ruler of friendly sharks
Shawn looked up as a woman walked over to him and introduced herself as Doe. Taking the chip, he inspected the small thing before stashing it in his pocket and standing up from the bar. "Well it's a pleasure to meet you Captain," he said, forcing a smile and putting his hat on. Glancing over his shoulder at the alien bartender, he thanked her in her native tongue, seeing her blush and feeling slightly embarrassed at the compliment she gave him. "I'm ready to go, so I'll just head down to the docks," he mumbled, almost 100% sure that none of the others would have understood what was said, but there was a reason he used 'almost'. Captain Doe had quite the record, and not in the way he had one. Her's was a good one, shining star type stuff that made people respect her because of what she'd done. Not really Shawn's cup of tea, but respect would be easy enough to fake if it needed to. He wasn't one to give respect to someone who didn't respect him to some degree, so he just hoped that Doe wasn't someone who held themselves above everyone else.
Cross
Word Assassin
Axel slummed a hand across his jaw. Alien culture could be weird. He glanced Tylronix's way and mustered a grin. "No worries. When I say friend, I don't really mean friend." Countless contacts were on his comm, none of them more significant then any other--at least from a personal perspective. Axel teetered a moment before he cleared his throat. "So Tylronix, about challenging Atak to a brawl... Don't think I won't tranq your ass in a second if things get out of hand." Axel stared at him. He allowed all humor to dissolve from his expression. There didn't need to be question whether he meant that or not. "No offense or anything."
"Well, anyway." Axel slid his hands into his jacket. His tone taking on the same breezy quality from earlier. "I'm starving. Caramel drops just aren't doing it anymore." He ventured into the ship in time to catch sight of another alien passing through the hall. This one looked more standoffish then Tylronix. But also more stylish if his slippers were anything to go by.
"Hey, Tylronix." Axel called with a friendly air. "Who's that guy exactly? What's his deal?"
"Well, anyway." Axel slid his hands into his jacket. His tone taking on the same breezy quality from earlier. "I'm starving. Caramel drops just aren't doing it anymore." He ventured into the ship in time to catch sight of another alien passing through the hall. This one looked more standoffish then Tylronix. But also more stylish if his slippers were anything to go by.
"Hey, Tylronix." Axel called with a friendly air. "Who's that guy exactly? What's his deal?"
"Tranq me?" Tylronix replied. He wasn't quite sure what a "tranq" was, but most of the weapons that had been brandished against him so far had been unable to penetrate his armor. As of yet, he hadn't run into anything or anyone that truly required effort on his behalf. He was hoping that would soon change.
Tylronix turned to face Axel and drew himself up as high as he could, his head grazing the ceiling. "I would never harm a member of Captain Doe's drew, unless she ordered it or circumstances required it. If Captain Doe ordered your death, I would gladly sever you in two and display your head for all to see. However, in response to your questions, I have never heard of any such thing as a "Caramel drop". I also do not know this "guy" you speak of, nor do I know what his "deal" is."
Tylronix turned to face Axel and drew himself up as high as he could, his head grazing the ceiling. "I would never harm a member of Captain Doe's drew, unless she ordered it or circumstances required it. If Captain Doe ordered your death, I would gladly sever you in two and display your head for all to see. However, in response to your questions, I have never heard of any such thing as a "Caramel drop". I also do not know this "guy" you speak of, nor do I know what his "deal" is."
Cross
Word Assassin
Axel halted mid-step. He turned toward Tylronix. The 'snap you like a twig' comment was easy for him to overlook. Axel had grown deaf to those in general. Although sharing a tin can with a possibly homicidal alien would be something to mull over later. He grinned at Tylronix without explanation. Axel dug into his jacket pocket and took out a square candy wrapped in plastic. "I can already tell we're going to get along." He said. His conversation with Atak had gone so differently. Although Axel didn't entertain thoughts that she liked him any better.
"Want to try one? Humanity has done some things right. Food related stuff mainly." Axel tossed the caramel drop his way.
"Want to try one? Humanity has done some things right. Food related stuff mainly." Axel tossed the caramel drop his way.
Tylronix caught the tiny plastic object between his fingers, squashing it slightly. He wasn't sure if this was an act of friendship, or if the candy was a trick, disguising a "tranq" as a friendly gesture of offering candy. After giving Axel a suspicious look, he removed his helmet for the first time since he had arrived at the station. His blue, leathery skin was unused to the station air, and he was visibly unsettled by the difference.
Looking down at the candy, then back to Axel, he out the whole thing in his mouth, wrapper and all.
Looking down at the candy, then back to Axel, he out the whole thing in his mouth, wrapper and all.
Deadkool
A Sad Remnant of a Forgotten Time
((Aaah I stopped getting notifs. Leo made his way the station with Shawn, noticing the woman his mission description described. He approached his C.O. and said "Yes, hello, I'm Leo Tesla, weapons officer. It is a pleasure to make your acquaintance. So, yes um. Hello. Not really too great at small talk."
hEMbo
Back from the dead
Doe looked them both up and down and noted that Shawn could speak alien languages. There was a translator on the ship, but it might come in handy during a squeeze. She turned around, walking towards the ports. "That's okay, I'm not a big fan of small talk anyway. You know, why don't we all go as a group. You'll love The Pandora Jacrezz. The single most advanced ship in the sentinel fleet." Doe was speed walking, and hoped the other two could keep up.
yistae
Ruler of friendly sharks
Shawn easily kept up with his new Captain's quick pace, looking around the space station Pride one last time before he set off. At the mention of the Pandora, Shawn looked down at Doe and nodded. "I heard. One of a kind. Certainly not the biggest ship in the sky, but it's the fastest and well tuned for turns, right?" He relaxed a little. Sure, people weren't really his forte, but ships on the other hand were. As they got to the ports, Shawn looked around and spotted the Pandora after only a few seconds. And the rumors he'd heard hadn't lied. It was a nice ship, small but not some tiny hunk of junk, and would probably be the nicest ship he'd ever piloted. A though crossed his mind and he glanced over at the Captain. "So what's the name from? Is it Pandora, or the box?" Honestly he wasn't sure if Doe was familiar with the old story, but it was worth a shot.
Cross
Word Assassin
Axel peered at Tylronix behind his gloved hand. He doubled over laughing in disbelief that the alien ate the Caramel Drop, wrapper and all. He should have added something to spike the recipe. Giving these big aliens narcotics would have been hilarious. But probably unwise. Tylroniz seemed like the type who didn't pull punches. Or appreciated jokes a his expense. Axel brushed the back of his head, soothing back his dark hair. The remains of a grin present even as he regained his composure. He shook his head.
Axel noted the computer systems inside the ship. He went for a walk around Pandora. Everything was up to date and high dollar. He narrowed his gaze and searched for cameras. Hidden speakers weren't beyond the realm of possibility either. Axel eyed the lights in the ceiling suspiciously. He tucked his hands into his pockets. There were several closet sized rooms. With stiff looking beds. Axel went into a room and looked around. He checked that they were all basically the same before choosing his own.
Axel noted the computer systems inside the ship. He went for a walk around Pandora. Everything was up to date and high dollar. He narrowed his gaze and searched for cameras. Hidden speakers weren't beyond the realm of possibility either. Axel eyed the lights in the ceiling suspiciously. He tucked his hands into his pockets. There were several closet sized rooms. With stiff looking beds. Axel went into a room and looked around. He checked that they were all basically the same before choosing his own.
Deadkool
A Sad Remnant of a Forgotten Time
"If I remember correctly all the evils of the world are said to dwell within Pandora's box. Though the box also contains hope. I certainly hope that's not why they named it as such. So, what equipment will I be working with." Leo said, hoping to work on his prototypes on the trip. He looked through his bag and grabbed a small black box. Leo began poking at it as the box made beeps and whistles. Leo glanced up occasionally so he didn't run into anyone.
Tylronix had hesitantly chewed the candy Axel tossed him. The odd, tasteless outer texture gave way to a disgustingly sweet inside. On Alagathar, sweets were a rare import given to the children of lords. Tylronix had never had such a thing before, but finished the Caramel Drop so he wouldn't appear rude. Replacing his helmet as Axel moved deeper into the ship, Tylronix took a moment to look outside the ship. To his surprise and somewhat disgust, he saw Doe returning with two more humans, one of which was poking around with a small black box. Securing his helmet and straightening the blade at his side, he strode outside the ship to meet with them. In the back of his mind, he hoped the two new humans were nothing like Atak and Axel.
yistae
Ruler of friendly sharks
Shawn looked over at Leo, one eyebrow raised in a curious expression. "Yeah, that's one way it goes," he commented, turning his attention back to the ship as something walked out. At first it was too far away to tell what it was, but as it got closer Shawn's eyes widened a fraction and he went up to the creature. He stopped a few feet away from it, enough so he wasn't craning his neck to look up at them. "Are you a Guerra?" He asked, guessing based on the creature's armor. "What's your name?" he questioned, slipping into the main Guerran language. He'd actually meet a few of the giant beings, picking up the language when he traveled with one after he first set out in his own. Not that he was actually very good at it --his accent was atrocious at best-- but he knew enough to understand and hold a decent conversation. Well, decent enough until politics or something got involved.
hEMbo
Back from the dead
Doe was about to answer that it was named after Pandora's box. Pandora was the first human woman, that was her. and the box, well that was these aliens. Doe was supposed to be opening the box and going in. Doe had protested at the name at first, She was slightly embarrassed about herself being Pandora and also she thought it was a bad analogy. But she was interrupted by Leo and then by Tyrlonix. Doe was shocked when she heard Shawn speak Guerran to him.
Tylronix was somewhat surprised when the smaller human had approached him, but even more so when he began speaking in his own language. If there was one thing Tylronix had learned about humans, it was that they were all different. After his odd experience with Atak and Axel, he was almost relieved to find that another member of the crew could speak his language, even if a human. After being taken aback for a moment, Tylronix replied to Shawn in his natural language:
"My name is Tylronix, of Alagathar. How did you come to learn our language, small one?"
((Yup, fixed it))
"My name is Tylronix, of Alagathar. How did you come to learn our language, small one?"
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