Frontiers and Pioneers (sci-fi, NSFW(violence,possible teases), robots)

@NyantaStarhunt  
she laughs and pulls him into a hug.

@Cerebrate  
hw meows out and asks but enjoys the hug
 
the other catfolk begin to slow down and clean up.

@NyantaStarhunt  
“your people are hardy, after all they lost, they can still smile so readily.”

@Cerebrate  
Nyanta No matter what happens to us Ma’am…. as long as we know we are all out there. Family means a lot to us.
 
he smiles up at her

@NyantaStarhunt  
“honestly feeling a little jealous here.”

@Cerebrate  
he meows and tilts his head

@NyantaStarhunt  
“what?”

@Cerebrate  
You jealous of me?

@NyantaStarhunt  
“of all you tribe cats really.”

@Cerebrate  
smiles well yo can be an honouray starhunt!

@NyantaStarhunt  
“oh? would that be official or just in name?”

@Cerebrate  
Both techncially. You would ahve to pass some tests but if you did you would be abllowed t obear the starhunt mark and carry my stone

@EclecticInspiration  
Slightly more awake now, but with ‘Help Me’ wordlessly plastered on his weary face,
 
the lorj shorg quietly sits in siesta, with Olive wrapped within his arms.

@Coriolanus  
She wags her tail a little, giving a small nuzzle. “We can work on portion size when you get hungry again. Sorry.” Pat pat

@EclecticInspiration  
_{“Hrnnngh…” ^>.<^}
 
‘‘Feesh… Beeg feesh, Olive…’’

@NyantaStarhunt  
Amy: “hmm and what test would that be?”

@Cerebrate  
Most or knowledge tests but the most important one is being able to find your way home with no help but the stars

@NyantaStarhunt  
“on the knowledge i’d crash and burn…”

@Coriolanus  
“You are a fish. You can’t have any fish right now.” She boop le snoot.

@EclecticInspiration  
The refusal of further pescatables makes him a ver’ sad shorg.  

 
_{^{”B-but…“}} Awooo, blooo-blooo-blooo…

@Cerebrate  
he laughs this is why we learn no?

@NyantaStarhunt  
“good point. i may face these trials then, when we can agree i’m ready.”

@Cerebrate  
Sounds good to me

@Coriolanus  
“But you’re too fullllllll. You’ll puke. And it’ll stink.” Pet pat.

@EclecticInspiration  
_{Grumble-mumble-mumble-grumble…}
 
Cuddling Olive with a pouty face belying endearment of her looking out for him, he remains seated with her, but tosses an egg-shaped device out unto the table. The egg unfurls into a multi-limbed mini-drone bristling with a miniaturized array of field-science tools, then treads back up to the edge of the table, right before Ramesh and Riggs.
 
To the mini-drone; ^{%“ahem…”%} “Go n’ take a look around, semple the cores of any timber used in the buildings, and record everything, including what I just said, then return back.” Turns to Olive. “…radiocarbon dates. It’ll be one more part of the affidavit backing these folks’s claim. Every bit of evidence helps.”