(closed) it's the end of the world as we know it

[symbiosys]

WHO: Root + Hera + Lee, Root + Victor, Root + Shaw
WHERE: The Hangar, Oros
WHEN: February 1-4th ish
WHAT: Catch-all log post for various rescue mission related threads
WARNINGS: Other than thermonuclear genocide? No other warnings as of yet, will edit the header if needed be.

Comments

[symbiosys]

Indeed. Maybe we'll get to glow in the dark, too, [she comments off-handedly, watching Hera get familiar with the ship. She definitely seems to know what she's doing, which is comforting; Hera being female is also a bonus, because Root feels a lot more comfortable around women than she does around men. Even if said women are of a different species.]

You mean rescue missions? Yes, although I'm far more experienced with offensive or defensive kinds of missions. But I'm no stranger to rescuing people from imminent danger.

[firstrebel]

Good, then you know what to expect.

[ Hera nods, and within about five seconds they're up and out of the hangar, and she's setting a course for Oros. ]

I have the most experience with the Trilks. They're not very friendly.

[symbiosys]

[Root nods. She's well acquainted with pain and suffering, all right, and although she's never dealt with aliens before, she figures that the reactions to despair and impending doom are similar between all kinds of species.

As they make their way out of the hangar, Root takes a moment to admire the vast expanse of space surrounding them. If only they were on a sightseeing trip.]

Define 'not very friendly'. Are they outright violent, or did they simply not enjoy being invaded and observed by random strangers?

[firstrebel]

We didn't invade - not my group. [ Hera feels the need to clarify this. ] We went to try and establish diplomatic contact. They didn't attack us, but they seemed very violent towards each other in general.