@EclecticInspiration
Quickly loaded on back of the truck without even having to leave the aircar, the windows are rolled down manually, Linus hangin’ his arm out the side.
“…I think I saw what fired that beam, looked like a hyperflier behind some clouds… How the heck did Val manage gettin’ himself one of those I wonder? Go prospecting an aerodrome??”
@NyantaStarhunt
With some ingredients in a basket looped in one arm, the lab-catt sinks a bit against Nyanta with the other. “That’d sounds nice, Mr. Starhunt…”
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@Jinx
“That’s not, eh… safe, and I didn’t mean the hyperfliers’ll be attacking either, but I’ll have the defenses check twice and alert us to anything approaching.”
@Cerebrate
A shard shoots through the floorgrate below, cutting through Imos’s cheek and knocking his head aside, before a spurred tentacle then springs out and wraps around his neck, pulling the lizard down and slammed against the floor. Yanking hard, the creature puts heavy strain on his neck, more than necessary to subdue let alone suffocate, as if attempting to break it.