Gameplay: Skorgulian

No we are separate you to are a couple visiting family and I am here to meet someone about fixing my Ship. It would look less suspisious of us if we are separate.

I shrug and open the hatch. "Alright, suit yourself. If they open fire on us, this entire thing was a waste. But just remember: The Obsidian Stallion is not your ship. She's my baby, and she is going to stay that way."

As I step out, I have all my weapons put away, and scan the area before anyone else comes out. Then I turn back to Cristo and grin wickedly: "Alright, so you want to take the lead, husband? Hahahaha!"

I walk out of the stallion and head North until for a while to see what i will find.

Whoa whoa whoa hold on Kyle. Why would you even bother saying you're going anywhere but a couple steps out of the Aquila, given the circumstances?

You are maybe five steps from the hatch when the figure waiting at the entrance to the stadium floor steps out of the shadows towards you. A dark grey cloak covered in oil stains and caked mud is draped over his body, and a low cowl hides his face. He limps on a metal staff, and you can hear the faint whine of servomotrs as he draws closer.

"Good day to you sir is there something you need of me."

He lifts his free arm, draped in the dirty cloak, and one finger extends from the sleeve. In a raspy metallic voice, he says "Identify yourself and your business here."

I walk up and stop a few feet behind Skivvy, trying to look bored and impatient as I drag Cristo along.

"Why does that concern you."

"Because you have encroached on my territory," he rasps, "you are the visitor, the guest. Or are you the intruder?"

"We are visitors our ship has docked here for a while."

"You ship has docked in orbit? Then why did you land in the Salvage Lands?" he says, sweeping his hand about. Following his gesture, you look out past the decrepit stadium's cratered walls and across the twisted landscape of industrial wreckage.

"I was not piloting the ship you should ask this woman she was going to ther surface I just came with."

I let out an exasperated sigh as I stop tugging on Cristo. "I have a name you know!" I say, a slight hint of frustration in my voice. "I'm not just the woman!...Although, come to think of it, I am the only woman in the group....Huh. But still, I have a name!!!"

to Kyle - "You just came with? To visit a continent-wide stretch of industrial wreckage? I do not believe that"

to Minx - "So what is your name?"

"Oh, right. Sorry!" I look towards him and grin, thinking quickly for a name I can use. "My name is Merrielle, and this is my husband Karel. We are here to visit my family, whom I haven't seen in ages, and I'm very worried about them-"

*I let out another worried and exasperated sigh and scoot myself closer to Cristo, like I'm trying to find comfort in his presense; sniffling a little bit like I'm about to cry. After a few seconds, I look at Skivvy.*

"This is my dear friend Frank-" *I say as I motion to Skivvy* "-who wanted to accompany us while also exploring the world. He hasn't seen a forge world, you see, and he is very ecstatic about it; though he may not show it at all times. Would you please allow us to go? I am very anxious to see my family."

Clearly unmoved, the cloaked figure asks "Where is your family, exactly?"

"If you don't mind i do scrimshaw and it would be a great if I could dig around the junk for a bit."

Decieve Check fel 49 decieve +10

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Result-One degree of succes

He points to a rusted pile of scrap twenty paces away.

"Umm....Well, I've forgotten where they live exactly," I start off saying, thinking quickly. "But they do live somewhere near here; I remember that much. When I start to look around, it'll come back to me."

"And who are they, exactly?" he rasps.

I slip off to that pile of scrap and start to dig through it. I also try to slowly work my way out of sight of the robed figure while digging.

"Oh, right; their names! Hehe, silly me! I forgot to tell you their names!" I say, giggling a little bit while thinking quickly to create some names. "Well, my parents are Limstella and Uhai Delyv, and I, as I have said, am Merrielle Delyv. Isn't that right, Karel, honey?" *I turn to Cristo and lean up to kiss him on the cheek, before turning back to face the robed man; grinning and blushing*

*Hoping to the God-Emperor that they accept this*

"We are more than fifty kilometers from any laborer habitat," he intones, "and you are piloting a customized military transport craft. You are wearing military-grade sensor-deception equipment and carrying a large-caliber rifle and two powered blades. Furthermore, your "husband" wears the robes of a senior member of the Ecclesiarchy. The two of you traveled between stars to visit your "family," and cannot even remember where they live."

"I suggest you tell your companion he can stop digging through scrap like a vult-hound, and the three of you reconsider what you are going to tell me. You have ten minutes." He turns away, and begins limping back into the shadowed tunnel.

"Oh," he looks back, and you catch the glint of metal beneath his hood, "do not try to lift off. We have enough wreckage on this planet already."

I walk up to him angrily as I over heard what he had said and say "Don't you ever demand anything of us that way you piece of shit."

The figure whirls around, swinging his staff up at pointing it at your chest. His hood falls back, and he glares at you. Both of his eyes are glowing green cybernetic implants, and most of his skull is adamantine plate. An electric crackle runs up the staff, and the hair on the back of your neck stands on end.

"You have come to my planet, and landed in my territory. Don't you ever demand anything of me that way you piece of flesh."