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Max was already waiting for her outside the ship, checking over his weapons. He looked over to her, seemed to wait just a few seconds to make sure everything was really okay, before nodding and standing up, stretching his back. He walked over to her. "Alright, so we've got a walk of about..." he...

Max exhaled, shaking his head. "Alright, Alright Novatris." He began to fly down to the surface of the planet, hopefully with Novatris in toe behind him. Making his way into a clearing in the giant jungle, he looked around for any possible danger. Seeing that the clearing was still remarkably...

Max cocked an eyebrow up. "Really? I feel like we've been over this. I don't know what we're up against, Nova. Could be anything. You're my insurance. You can do things I can't, and I have to cover my bases just in case we end up hitting a wall that I can't vault alone. For all I know, we'll...

Max perked up as communications came through. He jumped over to his chair and saw the notification. As he saw Novatris's ship approached, he pulled up the terrestrial map and sent the landing location to her. He wasn't sure if he'd done it yet, but he was just making sure to cover all his bases...

Max put the last screw into place as he examined the new phase-shift pistol. He grinned and plugged it into a computer and ran energy through it, checking multiple readings on a few screens, hand to his chin and humming as he nodded, eyes darting between different charts and numbers. After a few...

Max looked up as the Terrida flew off. He shifted the weight on his hips and crossed his arms with a tut. "Going the wrong way," he chastised to no one, already knowing that she was trying to throw him off of her trail. No matter, it's not like he intended to follow her. He exited the alleyway...

Max nodded, finding her access number in his data array with a grin. "Yeah, I like to do that sometimes. Keep ya on your toes, as it were." He found her number and quickly established a fastline. That way, they could contact each other swiftly if needed. "Alright, so..." Max pulled up a steller...

The human stretched his back. "Maybe it's risky of me to trust a rogue, but I'll take your word for that." When the Terrida gave her name, or at the very least, her alias, the man smiled. He cracked his fingers and gave a cocky grin. "Well then, I'm kinda surprised you gave that up without me...

Max frowned a bit. He did not quite like the idea of staying on different ships, but he supposed if that was what it took then it was a small price to pay. "Yes, yes, that is all well and good. I suppose the only thing I have to add in there is that, should you leave, you are to keep secret...

The man nodded. "Well, had it occurred to you that maybe I'd been a tad sparse on details because you threatened to kill me in ten seconds?" He let that hang for a few moments before sighing. "Look, as I said, we don't know a lot. If you came with me, our first stop would be in the Ferek system...

"Predictable," he muttered. "You know," he said, now speaking loud enough for her to hear him. "I must say, it's rather kind of you to not immediately shoot me. But geez, I don't perform well under pressure. Ten seconds? And I've already wasted four of them, a shame." It was odd: despite having...

The man grinned and finally stepped out into the alleyway. His feet tapped along the concrete as he left the hustle and bustle of the street and made his way into the dark and eerie silence of the alleyway. "Ah, antiquam linguam scis? Ego Latinam etiam fruor." A purple line made its way up the...

The man looked over the crowd quite intently, scanning them for any indication that they might be of use to his objectives, when he caught sight of a shady looking Terrida. He narrowed his eyes as he watched her go deeper into the alleyway. He'd associated with a few Terridas in his day, after...

"Aktocrakh naklo thakrok!" A man raised his hands as the large, blue biped with wings spoke, or perhaps clicked, more aptly, aggressively at him. The man turned back to face him casually and made a defusing gesture with his hands. "Alright, alright, I'm sorry, geez." He turned back to look...

Okabe chuckled. "Cancelled at the last minute? My, that sounds suspicious. Almost seems like he knew about it ahead of time? Mayhaps he orchestrated it himself, even! What diabolical ruse could this be... maybe he too is an agent of the Organisation!" Kurisu groaned. "I'm so sorry for his...

"Where is your father? Do you think he might have any clue as to what is going on?" Frisk added

Frisk frowned. "Do you know why he didn't tell you? That seems odd to leave out."

Okabe nodded. "Your father sounds like a great man." Kurisu nodded as well. "Your family sounds strong."

Frisk looked at Dark Saria in confusion. It seemed they weren't entirely sure what she was trying to get across. Okabe shook his head. "How long ago was this war?"

Kurisu sighed. "It's a bit conflicting. I have my pride as Japanese, which instinctively makes me want to hate the Americans for that... but on the other hand, it's been almost 70 years, and we can look back with some clarity. What we were doing at the time was pretty awful... if the Americans...