PILOT'S LOG 1.01 ✈ VIDEO; console

[merb]

[ The feed opens with Stork tapping one long green finger on the screen, looking a bit sheepish. He's not unfamiliar with the level of technology here, just the specifics. In the background, a public cafe and several irate looking kedan glaring at the Merb's back. In the foreground, some telltale purple bio-mechanical goop. ]

So... note to self: don't try dismantling these things, they melt like a bad batch of Globs. I, uh, I'm probably going to have to pay for that other one, aren't I? I've probably contracted Raztorian poisoning already. Only a matter of time before I start going blind in one eye...

Can someone tell me what passes for a crystal depot around? Someone mentioned the Earth Sector, but when I showed them the Cinder crystal I had on me, they said they'd never seen anything like it.

[ He turns his head to look over his shoulder, not at the kedan but upward, to the sky; the metal earrings move as he flicks one long ear, listening for something while looking uneasy. ]

Is the sky always this quiet here? I don't like not being able to hear even a single airship. If there's going to be a cataclysmic blast cloud coming to wipe us all out, I'd like some time to get a fresh copy of my will prepared.

Comments

[pushtheboundaries]

[should he

shouldn't he
 
 
 
 
he's gonna do the thing]

You'll have to research all the ones here, if you want it to be relevant.

[merb]

[ Callaghan no. ]

... paid test subjects?

[pushtheboundaries]

Are you paying them?

[merb]

... I'm not ruling it out.

[pushtheboundaries]

[uh oh what has he done]

If you're going to include the local populace, you should repay them somehow.

[merb]

I don't suppose you know the going rate for that?

[pushtheboundaries]

...not offhand. You could ask around?

[merb]

I think I'll do that.

Thanks.