Uh I think we hit a time skip being needed.
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Yeah we've been using the hummingbird and Ashely is very much still welcome XD.
After the awkward and hazy activity of three drunk soldiers carrying a large lizard through the hallways of a military ship the three of them spent little time setting Rareth down in the hold of the Hummingbird and running clumsily like a bunch of idiots. Or atleast that was all Shuo could remember as he awoke face first on the floor of his room. He picked his head up and felt the dry saliva give little resistance to his mandible. He stood up and looked around trying to get his bearings as his eyes adjusted from a cross eyed position. After realizing the alcohol had already worn off of him thanks to his implants Shuo decided to check a clock on one of the data pads next to his bed. It was still the same "day" as when they had started drinking but not being sure when they had started Shuo guessed it had nearly been a day. This was going to be a long trip.
After cleaning up and heading off to the armory like he had originally intended Shuo spent the next couple of days stripping apart his armor as much as he knew how to and fixing what wasn't fried from plasma and fusion rounds. While he couldn't take everything apart in the suit he knew enough to reliably take most of it apart and put it back together. Though there were many electronics that while he had access to he dared not touch them for fear of the techs messing with his armor once they got back to Pax, that was a lesson he had learned the hard way. Though most of the armor's electronics were intact he would have to get a new chest and shoulder plate as they were melted beyond what his field repair nanites could fix.
Since his armor was squared away and he had nothing else to do Shuo spent most of his time in the small gym the ship had. He also managed to help pass time by talking to other Masulu and Tempu crewmates swapping war stories, drinking stories, and general stories of messing around. While the idea of swapping old stories was not that appealing to Shuo during his early years he had come to appreciate the ability to know what someone else felt every once in a while. Once the time came to go meet their commanders on Pax Shuo made doubly sure to have his uniform in clean pressed condition and rank denotations polished then pinned promptly to his chest. When he arrived at the hanger he noticed that Rareth was also dressed up but more importantly had beaten him there. As he walked up the ramp of the shuttle and found a seat across from the lizard, noticing that she had the same idea as him to bring nothing with him besides a data pad. After tapping a news story Shuo looked up across to Rareth and said. "Let's hope we didn't pack light for nothing."
After cleaning up and heading off to the armory like he had originally intended Shuo spent the next couple of days stripping apart his armor as much as he knew how to and fixing what wasn't fried from plasma and fusion rounds. While he couldn't take everything apart in the suit he knew enough to reliably take most of it apart and put it back together. Though there were many electronics that while he had access to he dared not touch them for fear of the techs messing with his armor once they got back to Pax, that was a lesson he had learned the hard way. Though most of the armor's electronics were intact he would have to get a new chest and shoulder plate as they were melted beyond what his field repair nanites could fix.
Since his armor was squared away and he had nothing else to do Shuo spent most of his time in the small gym the ship had. He also managed to help pass time by talking to other Masulu and Tempu crewmates swapping war stories, drinking stories, and general stories of messing around. While the idea of swapping old stories was not that appealing to Shuo during his early years he had come to appreciate the ability to know what someone else felt every once in a while. Once the time came to go meet their commanders on Pax Shuo made doubly sure to have his uniform in clean pressed condition and rank denotations polished then pinned promptly to his chest. When he arrived at the hanger he noticed that Rareth was also dressed up but more importantly had beaten him there. As he walked up the ramp of the shuttle and found a seat across from the lizard, noticing that she had the same idea as him to bring nothing with him besides a data pad. After tapping a news story Shuo looked up across to Rareth and said. "Let's hope we didn't pack light for nothing."
Yeah sumizing and time sipping would be the best idea from here.
Shuo managed to throw himself from his chair on to a reasonably stable stance. He put his hands in front of him as he watched them shift into their correct space and he looked up at the lizards which he could kind of see now. For a second Shuo thought he would lose his balance and he jumped rather sloppily into a wide standing position and threw his arms to his sides. Standing was hard now for Shuo which nearly surprised him until of course he remembered that he had been drinking. Shuo looked at the lizards as he heard that Rareth had gone to sleep. Atleast he thought that was what was happening. He couldn't tell very well faces were impossible to read at this point and body language was all but lost on him. He managed to strain and hear Telmeck speak. Putting her in the bird or something.
After a moment the pieces clicked together in Shuo's head. They wanted to prank Rareth put her in the Hummingbird."Ooooooh, sounds fuuun. Thu-though let me paint sm-something on herrr face. S-she could use a smile!" Shuo said with a chuckle as he began stumbling in the direction he thought maybe food was. He rummaged through a few shelves and cabinets looking for something to draw with. Eventually, Shuo produced a sphere that felt squishy to the touch. He wondered for a brief moment why a Rothian had fruit but that thought was quickly replaced with his task. He squeezed the fruit tightly and held it on a counter. He brought his head spike around and began sawing at the fruit at the most ridiculous angle. Satisfied that the fruit was cut Shuo walked back over to Rareth. Though not before banging his leg on a chair.
He knelt down next to the sleeping Rareth and with a snicker fell onto the floor. He placed his thumb into the bigger of the two halves he had cut and withdrew some slimy yet grainy substance from the fruit. He looked at the squished fruit stuff on his thumb and noticed it was green. He then drew 3 incredibly sloppy lines on Rareth's face. But he curved the bottoms of the two outer lines inward making what Shuo thought was a smiley face. Shuo laughed for a second before managing to choke out more slurred words. "Weee shouuld tak er to the bhird now that she smiles!" Shuo then placed his hands on the ground and managed to stand up from that position successfully and kept it which was even more impressive.
After a moment the pieces clicked together in Shuo's head. They wanted to prank Rareth put her in the Hummingbird."Ooooooh, sounds fuuun. Thu-though let me paint sm-something on herrr face. S-she could use a smile!" Shuo said with a chuckle as he began stumbling in the direction he thought maybe food was. He rummaged through a few shelves and cabinets looking for something to draw with. Eventually, Shuo produced a sphere that felt squishy to the touch. He wondered for a brief moment why a Rothian had fruit but that thought was quickly replaced with his task. He squeezed the fruit tightly and held it on a counter. He brought his head spike around and began sawing at the fruit at the most ridiculous angle. Satisfied that the fruit was cut Shuo walked back over to Rareth. Though not before banging his leg on a chair.
He knelt down next to the sleeping Rareth and with a snicker fell onto the floor. He placed his thumb into the bigger of the two halves he had cut and withdrew some slimy yet grainy substance from the fruit. He looked at the squished fruit stuff on his thumb and noticed it was green. He then drew 3 incredibly sloppy lines on Rareth's face. But he curved the bottoms of the two outer lines inward making what Shuo thought was a smiley face. Shuo laughed for a second before managing to choke out more slurred words. "Weee shouuld tak er to the bhird now that she smiles!" Shuo then placed his hands on the ground and managed to stand up from that position successfully and kept it which was even more impressive.
I feel like forever ago we told you that you could XD. The only real thing about them is that they are a very heavily roman influenced empire and are good trade partners with the Sovereignty.
I'll post tommrow I need to think of a thing.
Burn down her house! Fun prank for all ages! But really I don't know what to do other than draw dicks on her forehead so 
Well there is a Masulu equievlant to being immature and drawing dicks. But it isn't drawing dicks.......well not really but still need markers. Idk if the future has markers yet.
Well there is a Masulu equievlant to being immature and drawing dicks. But it isn't drawing dicks.......well not really but still need markers. Idk if the future has markers yet.
Baulder's eyes darted open as Tyrael returned from......somewhere. He had leaned up against a wall hands folded and had gone to sleep. He was thinking maybe the Demon got stuck in an org-no it was defiantly death. He had thought the demon dead. He had only been asleep awhile...probably. After following his "teacher" into the office and watching him pull out some papers with drawings on it Baulder began salivating. Just the picture looked tasty, he was sure these "lobster" would make for good eating. Then again he had never had them, although Imp had tasted good if a bit tough. Baulder licked his lips and strained his jaw to keep the spit in. He looked to the orc after he was done explaining everything. "Do you have.....pole things with a blade on the end? They shouldn't need their legs right? They look tasty atleast...." The demon gave Baulder a sort of blank stare or atleast what Baulder thought was blank. Maybe he was disgusted with him? That wouldn't be good. He wanted more imp how would he get more imp without the orc? Yes, he needed more imp so doing this would get him more imp. When the monster left the room Baulder followed hoping he went to the forge so he could get the pole-blade thing. Or atleast he thought he knew what he was talking about.
I'm still here btw.......just waiting on the great lobster hunt of 2018....
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