"If the Novas want to accept the help, that's their prerogative; however, I will not be involved in this transaction."
-Tetra- Tetra stood in place, hugging her holo-book, she wasn't sure what to do. She wanted to with the hylotl in order to avoid having to fight, but she wasn't fond of the idea of leaving Lucca behind or the big robot, he made her feel much safer.
The Hylotl scowls. "I assure you, I wish no harm upon your heads; and yes," he seethes, "I plan to offer you payment. Follow me, and I shall explain." He makes to walk toward the camp, an expectant--and impatient--look on his face.
"Alright, I'll hear what you have to say; but if I don't like what I hear, don't expect me to stick around." Lucca picked up her shotgun that she had set down when she was working on the vehicle, and followed behind Bigs.
Reynolds has been standing in the back, scowling. He's dealt with Hylotl missionaries before. You can't give them any ideas or they'll never let you go (or stop spamming your holo-mail account). "... Fine." He brusquely follows the motley troupe.
The Hylotl walks into the camp, speaking to the group: "Obviously, you're not all from around here; you might have been," and he gestures to Tetra, "but you're not attached to the locals, nor they to you. Ergo, you are all outsiders." Entering the camp proper, the contents of the cage can now be seen--a small, miserable band of Florans, lying and sitting about with chain restraints. The Hylotl snorts. "Disgusting creatures. More than they deserve, to be left alive." He does not leave room for comment, quickly walking into one of the landed house-vehicles [imagine a shiny, blue-metal dojo], obviously intending the group to follow. ........... Lilac sits in the corner of the metal wood-and-paper house-vehicle, chains connecting to his metal collar. It was most unfortunate that those Hylotl had caught him on the road, but at least he wasn't in the cage; apparently the Hylotl found his size and musical abilities highly amusing, and he had been upgraded from 'filthy weed' to the captain's personal music slave. Speaking of which, the captain himself, covered in scars and missing an eye, opens the front door abruptly, quickly striding to his desk in the middle of the room (the only adornment, aside from various Floran trophies) and snarling at Lolac. "Pick yourself up; I have business, weed." [ @FoliageFooey if any of that is out of place, just tell me]
"A mixture of racism and well deserved reputation?" Lucca said, as a response to Bigs' question. "Not that I approve."
It is an understatement to say that 3 disapproves of the treatment of these Florans, but he isn't stupid. Red needs to be treated, and the Hylotl may provide that treatment. 3 intends to free the Florans from these savages. But later. He follows the Hylotl into the vehicle.
-Tetra- Tetra silently follows her colleagues and takes notes on the surroundings, including the terrible treatment of the florans. She was no fan of florans herself, but this was crossing a line.
Lucca also followed into the vehicle. "Geez, for some reason it feels like we're putting ourselves in a bad position..."
Lolac gives a small smile to the captain." Oh what is it. Do yah need me to do a performance? Do I get mah share of da moolah?" He tried to keep his spirits up, but the weight of the collar and situation was beginning to become too much to bear.
