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Leela pouted with the largest pathetic eyes she could muster. Her bottom lip popped out, her hands clasped together. She would have been on her knees in a pathetic beg if the camera tilted down that far.
"You look like an idiot."
"Oh come on!" Leela's facade cracked as her brother managed to outlast her with his flat unamused glare. "I never ask you for anything."
"That's where you're wrong, you ask me for things all the time. Meaningless things. Not important things like help after being rendered homeless when your girlfriend broke up with you, no, you ask for frivolous stupid things." He scolded her, in that way only older brothers do when they are frustrated with their little sister.
"This isn't meaningless." Leela slumped in her chair in a pout once more. This time she wasn't putting on a show.
"Fine, what is it?" He conceded.
Leela spent the next several minutes explaining to her brother—who was a space life conservationist—about the infant branta. He explained to her there wasn't anything he could do, Sable was too far away and he would be nowhere near that sector. He would send her what he had, but he knew very little about the migration patterns for branta in that area. Leela assured him any help would be help enough, as the little thing was slowing down her work in the area.
So Leela gathered up the data from her brother and sent it Sable. Who wanted to get mad at her for sharing what was up, but thought better of it. The data didn't do much for her, but he had also sent over several recordings of branta calls. This would make it easier for Sable to guide Tiny Sana. At least it was something.
Undertake an Expedition(Edge)—5 vs 2|3 (Ex) Find Someone to Check Her Ship +1 (6/10) Explore a Waypoint(Wits)—8 vs 7|6 (Ex) Find Someone to Check Her Ship +1 (8/10) Descriptor(20)Confined Focus(62)Person NPC:Ayako “Longshot” Khosla Male 1 | Female 2 1d2→1
"This is CR-" A shot screamed past Sable ship and she heard Tiny Sana wail in fear and slam against the ship. "Hold fire! Hold fire! I'm a courier!" Sable played a branta call to calm Tiny Sana, it sounded like a whining growl, but it was probably the equivalent of a purr.
The line was quiet for a half a minute before a radio sound finally broke the silence. "When did the Courier Guild arrive to the Devil's Chain?"
"About two cycles."
"I apologize—for the uhm, shot. Don't get much people out here and with pirates running about, well you know."
"You're pretty far out here yourself." Sable called back, by this time Tiny Sana had calmed and nestled against the ship. "Is it just you?"
"Yep," The finality of his statement made Sable feel like whatever reason he was out here was more of a punishment than a privilege.
"Well, don't mind me, just letting my e-drive charge up before I move on."
"You got any food? Something other then standard rations."
"Uh, yeah. Do you not have enough?"
"No, I have enough, but eating the same bland slop for as long as I have is starting to make me go crazy." There was something about his voice that made Sable cautious. He didn't sound crazy, or cruel, but his tone made him sound hesitant, perhaps even fearful.