Board Thread:Fun and Games/@comment-5135903-20130919182126/@comment-5135903-20131026161451

 Darwol 

The Mallard drags the basket (which is actually more flexible, like a bag) over to the edge and flings it into the black goop, where it slowly sinks down.

"Most of us are 'new' here, I came only 62 CTU ago; it is rough but everybody seems to get along okay. I did not know any starships dropped by around this time. You are from Toa, I presume?"

 Fishmeal 

''Last time we came across these four, they had just parted ways with Darwol. They get around, don't they! I guess they've come to fix up the 'nanotechnology attack' on one of their stations they were told about by the CSF.''

The Octopod looks up at the hatch in alarm, reaches up, and closes it just before the spider-robots start poaring through. It looks at you and gives off a few low grunts. The Chironian waves its wand-pen thing over your body and gives a similarly garbled series of squawks. One of the Skrax run off to the transport machine.