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Prorok huffed quietly and then narrowed his eyes. Not with the empire? Was he was rogue? Or a civilian trying to do right by someone?

He thought over his options: one in hand he could prolong this and try to see how far he could push him. On another he could go with him, get off this planet, get information and see how far he can get before they had to…part ways.

Preferably with him taking the ship.

“….Very well. Let’s move then shall we?”

“It’s good to deal with someone who’s so quick at making reasonable choices,” Regris nodded. At this point, he felt something started to finally turn right in this mission, even if it meant taking along a companion for a short while.”Anyways, we better hurry now be…” 

He didn’t get the chance to finish the phrase as he rushed to jump towards Prorok, dragging him to fall on the floor just a moment before the massive door got literally torn in pieces and a giant metallic claw hit the space where the Galra was standing just half a tick ago. Not giving Prorok the time even to take a breath, he grabbed the latter by the collar and pushed him even further towards the inner wall of the depot, while a giant scorpion-like machine was attempting to squeeze itself inside the barn. 

He turned and glared at Regris, baring his teeth “What—“ his eyes widened at the accusation “Excuse me!? Why would I give it away when you’re my only ticket off this miserable scrapheap of a planet!? I’m desperate not stupid!!”

A rough concept sketch for Reg’s disguise from the thread with @commanderturnedrogue . Regris uses this masquerade often for missions that require intelligence on spot or investigations). He usually doesn’t wear his BoM armour for such missions but in 99% of the cases he does have the blade with him, thoroughly hidden in the folds of the cloak. 

The outfit is an exact copy of what someone from a Strythan Guild loyal to the Empire would wear. As the Stryth and generally any inhabitants of Nelara system are mostly restricted in travel and thus can rarely be met in other parts of the Galra Empire, one would hardly tell any difference and the disguise works perfectly to fool your average Galran grunt, unless by any rare coincidence they served at the Gamma Thion base and were observant enough to notice the very important detail is missing in this costume - the symbolics that are unique to each Guild. 

Prorok’s ears perk up and he slowly turned to face the other. Hmmm….so he didn’t know who he was? Well this might make things a bit easier…..

“…You can get me off of here?” He narrowed his eyes suspiciously.

He could smell a bargaining ship but he also didn’t want to overplay on it. After all any chance to get off this planet required a price. Perhaps he could use him…to get closer to reaching a more personal goal…he just needs to play his cards right and keep his ears open.

“….How do I know you won’t just abandon me on some desert asteroid if I agree to give you this….information?” He crossed his arms.

“A tough one, you are,” Regris thought. “I wonder if he’s just cautious or perfectly realizes I just have no other option”. Of all cards to play, convincing was a reasonable way, unless he’d be forced to use more unhealthy methods of interrogation, which he definitely would prefer to avoid for now.   

“Of course I wouldn’t abandon a fellow Galra” the Blade reassured, taking off one glove to reveal the clawed hand. “I’m not from the Empire though, if that would disappoint or encourage you… just, a loner willing to help” 

He looked over the shoulder nervously; the door was still shut securely but there was some tiny hint of danger hanging in the air, reminding he must get to a safer place as soon as possible. 

He thought over his options: one in hand he could prolong this and try to see how far he could push him. On another he could go with him, get off this planet, get information and see how far he can get before they had to...part ways.

Preferably with him taking the ship.

@spacefischy

Honestly the last thing Prorok thought he would be doing was swimming through the oceans of the current planet the empire was mining to see if it had a proper amount of quintessence….

He adjusted his mask and slowly swam through the reef with his gun in hand should anything….hostile or possibly edible cane by. He’s hardly seen any of the inhabitants around, but he knows to keep his distance since he and his team split up to cover more ground.

He perked his ears when he hears something from behind a reef. What in the empire…?

Logic told him to ignore it…but he always did have a strong sense of curiosity.

Blissfully unaware of any potential danger, the infant undine stared wide-eyed in fascination at the new creature in her stomping - or rather swimming - ground. It was bigger than any fish she’d yet encountered and exceedingly clumsy. The child could not help but giggle as she watched it bumble along. Even newborn babies could swim better than this silly fellow!

“Gah!” He pulled back at the loud squealing sound and the sudden flash of green. He blinked a moment in surprise before he narrowed his eyes.

What in the stars...

Prorok was still growling but now had a Fishy grabbing his arm. He barely caught word of what she was saying to him as he wakes towards a tree.

“I’m not going to kill it! I am getting your pendant back! Innocent or not that pendant is yours!!” He growls at the creature up the tree before he hugs it and starts to wiggle up it.

There was no way a Galra of that size was getting up that tree before the creature flitted away. “Wait, wait,” Krie urged. “That’s not going to work. It’s just going to run away before you can get to it. We’ll have to lure it down somehow.”

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Prorok froze. He completely froze at the mention of the fleet with his ears rising up in slight alarm.

He’s…looking for someone from the main fleet? A communications officer? A the name was definitely familiar oh yes….he took in a deep breath and tried to relax himself. Remain calm, find out what you can.

“…..And….what exactly makes you think I would know anything hmm? I have not heard of this investigation going on so I don’t think I can help unless I have…all the facts mind you.”

Like when did this officer go missing and how?

The reaction of his companion couldn’t pass unnoticed; no matter how much and where from, but he definitely knows something. Even the slightest hint was of great importance since it would move the mission from the dead end.

“My informer really knows his job; right now it doesn’t matter and I’m really short of time.” Regris moved closer to the Galra. “Consider me..a private detective, let’s say. I’ve been looking for that deserter officer in favour of one person he definitely knows, and they’d prefer to remain incognito and keep the whole thing a secret.”

Regris gestured towards the dark warehouse they were in.

“...You can get me off of here?” He narrowed his eyes suspiciously.

He could smell a bargaining ship but he also didn’t want to overplay on it. After all any chance to get off this planet required a price. Perhaps he could use him...to get closer to reaching a more personal goal...he just needs to play his cards right and keep his ears open.