Good Days

Ross gathers supplies for the people of the camp and them self's. 
Fi says nicely "I would say only there of us that could play Diplomat. Master with his dealings as a mercenary having to deal with others, Mr. Destiny with his upbringing even if he is just a lesser noble would know how deal with people, Or my self because I am a BU-C14 so I do have programing that can help play diplomat."
Ross gets the supplies on Wraith.
Ross sends "dam it Fi."
 
"I could try my hand at working with the locals... Did do similiar things during my knight years." Lightwave said annoyed at being called a lesser noble, opening up the door and heading out.
 
"Yeah. I suppose my one big eye is scarier than your two lame teeny ones." Damara said dryly. She didn't seem to like the comment much. "I don't suppose I'd be useful with that if I just stand in the back, so I guess I could help myself to checking the environment out like the lil' Antie dude was saying earlier."
 
"It's alright Miss Damara. When they see me they will forget your scary eye." Neatnik walked along with the group. He seemed a bit confused. "But I'm not little. I think we can go together, the people might not want to see a giant bug."

He remembered when he and his friend first met an alien race. The people were terrified when they saw the two.
 
"Forcing myself to get to know the inhabitants... This might be a tad difficult for me since I have a hard time making friends alone." Artic sighed. "But I hope that they are easier to...understand?"

Artic wiggled her tail slightly and kept close to the group.
 
“At any rate, let’s start heading out.” Mex jumped out of the ship and landed on the ground. He noticed sparkles flickering across the land. “What are those?” The sand shine brightly—it seems they were crystallized minerals. “Whoa, these looked pretty cool.” Mex said as he pick up a handful and shoving them into his pockets. "The ship said that the campsite is about three kilometers away, right? Let's not waste any time." 

The planet's atmosphere is dense, thick on oxygen and had a chilly weather. Windstorms are common. Some winds can become so cold, that it felt like ice actually get slammed onto one's face. In all directions, seems like an endless wasteland. However, there was black smoke appearing in the direction of the campsite.
 
"Let us hope that the natives of this planet are not savages." Artic said while the blue markings on her body shimmered slightly. She noticed Mex pick up some sand and put it in his pocket. She tilted her head.

"Is putting sand in your pockets a symbol of friendship..? It seems rather weird and useless as well as annoying."
 
Ross, Fi, and Wraith moves with the group. Ross says nicely "You and Damara can help me hand out supplies to the people of camp Antie. In fact I making it open to any one that not meeting with the camp leaders."

Ross says "I hope I wrong but black smoke is not a good thing to see coming form a camp sight."
 
Lightwave took an interest at the crystalized minerals, looking at his own sheathed partly crystal sword. He toook off a chunk of the crystals and continued walking.

"I hope this goes well."
 
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