"You know, the nice thing about being a bred and built for combat is anything short of an antitank round would to jack shit due to my regenerative abilities. Another nice thing about that, is I can overstress my muscles as much as I want without any real damage. Not to mention being able to turn off my pain receptors on demand. I highly advise that you don't provoke a fight. You cannot win. You have a large number of bladed weapons. Provided they're your property. I personally give no fucks about them. There is an atmospheric bloom soon and I would rather not be stuck on the station with a Highly Infectious Biomatrix because you decided to pull a stupid and assault a Combatform. Common sense dictates that you deal with the issue quickly and efficiently. Aka behaving, locating whatever ship you're flying on, and skedaddling. Like any sane person would be doing when on a station with a plague."
[4] The "Galorian" manages to control his anger, but only just.
"You speak like a teenager of the human species. I do not beat children."As you let civilians pass through, the alien removes his coat, revealing his scales underneath. The coat does not appear to be hiding knives at all but is rather too thin to have any compartments at all, which means that either you were fooled by some kind of trick, or the knives are inside the creature's belly.
Speaking of the alien's belly, it appears to have several tube-like structures protruding from spots on its chest, all leading to a single cylindrical piece of metal--no, plastic, metal would show up on your scans--embedded within the abdomen. The cylinder flashes whenever the alien moves, and you notice that the tubes themselves also transmit monochromatic glowing signals across their lengths at speeds much higher than traditional reflexes. If fact, you only notice that the flashes propagate up the tubes because you can playback the video at a slower speed.
The alien marches past, having revealed what was under his jacket to quell any suspicion about his having knives under his coat.
Nerin then messages the Duke. "..There appears to be a whalesnakething attached to the headquarters module. Mayhaps you will want to get out of there.."
You hear the Duke cursing loudly, along with other chatter from inside the conference room. Some are screaming "the secret is up!" and other accusations against SpaceInc, while others seem to be trying to justify their efforts.
The gist of the argument is that SpaceInc fabricated human rights complaints against itself, in order to try and hide the space whales from scrutiny. The idea is that people are a lot more interested in spying out some "top secret area" than conducting espionage against slave workers. The atmosphere of Ulysses is also a boon, hiding the whales from sight, except during blooms. That's what the lockdown is for. Of course, now that the secret is out, the lockdown is unnecessary, and some of the conference members are protesting against its continued use.
[4] You locate the ship and its crew, and they seem like a nice bunch. One of them seems to be an explorer who has traveled to many systems in his time.
(Note: The Rtalis word often translated as "Serpentine" would translate more literally to something like "Rtaloid")
(Rtalis) "It somewhat reminds me of my uncle Avlakos..."
(Team) "A tremendous serpentine organism appears to be attacking the headquarters. The stranger and I may be delayed."
[5] It seems you may not be delayed after all. There is an organized effort by roughly half the citizens to leave the room and try to find a place with emergency pressure suits and the like, first checking the headquarters infirmary. There is enough room in the trams for the other half, and so you manage to catch a seat for yourself and Akatin.
((Still waiting on Toasty.))
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