InsanEleven
King Allyn the Autistic
The lady had just given a quick nod, then gestured for them to follow as talking in the sandstorm wasn't ideal either way. Saami however had decided he didn't trust those soldiers in the cargo haul to both be able not to destroy something and not to nick all the supplies. He'd been with the military long enough to know they were perpetually bored or desperate for supplies, or both.
Thus he'd lagged behind, grabbing the last two to get out of the ship by their collars.
"Buideach, Blair, you get to stay here and make sure the ship isn't stripped clean by the time these assholes are done. If you fuck up you'll be the ones starving and dying." Knowing full well they probably got the point he started to walk past them, but turned around mid walk. Pointing at them quite seriously he added: send me a message if they're real trouble.
The one thing he was even more paranoid about than soldiers ransacking the ship was an ambush. Even if the chance was slim he'd rather be there himself just in case, and the two loaded guns on his hip definitely weren't there to play cowboy with. He was pragmatic enough to know that in every case he'd rather come back to an empty ship than to see them come back a few people less.
Too often he'd seen them come back fewer... and it should've been him every time.
After a walk through confusing hollows winding every which way, several tents came in sight. Shielded from the wind and burning sun by the odd limestone canopy they all looked desolate and dusty. If there hadn't been soldiers patrolling one wouldn't have thought it was lived in. One wouldn't want to think of living in them.
"How many people can your ship still hold now?"
"People? 2 or 3, definitely not more. It's shitty as is, I'm not sure the oxygen filter will work for more than that. And I'm not wearing this fucking helmet inside." Sam had made his point in quite colourful yet uncertain words, not wanting to deal with any games of politeness and policies. As per usual. He still hadn't gotten over the damn warp control bureaucracy. The lady apparently shared that sentiment though.
"You'll take 9, no less. It's only three days travel and they're a foot high anyway. And if less than 9 arrive I'll find you to put you in jail personally. So we're all on clear terms here."
Opening the tent door she ushered them in. Finding inside a whole family of tiny creatures likened best to goblins: indeed only about a foot high, and their earspan was about as wide as that. Their colours ranged from a spotted green to brown and reddish, with small nocturnal eyes. They seemed quite energetic despite being displaced.
@augmentedspartan @wichtlein @Dragongal
Thus he'd lagged behind, grabbing the last two to get out of the ship by their collars.
"Buideach, Blair, you get to stay here and make sure the ship isn't stripped clean by the time these assholes are done. If you fuck up you'll be the ones starving and dying." Knowing full well they probably got the point he started to walk past them, but turned around mid walk. Pointing at them quite seriously he added: send me a message if they're real trouble.
The one thing he was even more paranoid about than soldiers ransacking the ship was an ambush. Even if the chance was slim he'd rather be there himself just in case, and the two loaded guns on his hip definitely weren't there to play cowboy with. He was pragmatic enough to know that in every case he'd rather come back to an empty ship than to see them come back a few people less.
Too often he'd seen them come back fewer... and it should've been him every time.
After a walk through confusing hollows winding every which way, several tents came in sight. Shielded from the wind and burning sun by the odd limestone canopy they all looked desolate and dusty. If there hadn't been soldiers patrolling one wouldn't have thought it was lived in. One wouldn't want to think of living in them.
"How many people can your ship still hold now?"
"People? 2 or 3, definitely not more. It's shitty as is, I'm not sure the oxygen filter will work for more than that. And I'm not wearing this fucking helmet inside." Sam had made his point in quite colourful yet uncertain words, not wanting to deal with any games of politeness and policies. As per usual. He still hadn't gotten over the damn warp control bureaucracy. The lady apparently shared that sentiment though.
"You'll take 9, no less. It's only three days travel and they're a foot high anyway. And if less than 9 arrive I'll find you to put you in jail personally. So we're all on clear terms here."
Opening the tent door she ushered them in. Finding inside a whole family of tiny creatures likened best to goblins: indeed only about a foot high, and their earspan was about as wide as that. Their colours ranged from a spotted green to brown and reddish, with small nocturnal eyes. They seemed quite energetic despite being displaced.
@augmentedspartan @wichtlein @Dragongal
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