Supercape Posted September 8, 2017 Posted September 8, 2017 Starshot "They don't sell rocks here" answered Starshot. "But if you want asteroids, why not go to an asteroid belt?" He finished his Tri-noodles. "And if you don't want the best Tri-noodles in the galaxy...i'll have yours" he offered, eager for some more. That was the thing with Tri-noodles. Once you feast, you cannot cease. In his mind he vaguely conceived of the alien as having evolved from some space fungus, somehow etching out a living on solar asteroid belts. Impressive stuff. "And they sure don't sell asteroid belts here". Or maybe they do? he wasn't sure of local or galactic law on belting. Wasn't his things, asteroid belts. Rarely any game on them. "You would need a lawyer or something for that..."
olopi Posted September 10, 2017 Author Posted September 10, 2017 GM “That is the main reason we chose the system we chose to flee to. It has all our tribe needs to survive for a long time. However, most of our harvesting tools were left behind, we only have some small capacity to gain what we need. “ The Oog’ol received a message on a similar tablet to the one the Asshui diplomat had, and judging by his expression, it was something important. He got up from his seat, and looked at the street he had arrived on. “Thank you for your help regardless. I must now deal with a different matter that has arisen, one that may lead to what we came here to look for. May your journeys be safe and numerous.” And with that, he stepped out into the street and made his way back towards the hangar. Since not a lot was happening in the stall, the cook had observed these events. “Strange fella, never seen one like him before. Want another round?” ~ Fin ~
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