"Hey Squirm!" Catan comes walking into Rec Room and begins to make her way right to him. "I challenge your ass to a fight. One on one. Not a fight to death type though because I like living. I assume you like living too. Do you accept or do you wanna be a boring as fuck?"
☠ ;; Compared to all of the shops and hideouts Squirm had called home over the years, this little pit stop was definitely one of the fanciest--and that was infuriating. Not only were they not allowed to scope the place out for loot, but he wasn’t even allowed in the areas that were built for beings his size. Where was the fun in that?
Oh, but this particular alien--a human, that Auto-doc had called it--was the most interesting thing he had encountered so far. It chose to hide away most of the time, no doubt terrified that such a fearsome crew was using its nest as their temporary base. Good. The crew of the Sea Slag might have been a bit odd, but they were the most powerful pirates in any galaxy. That was something to be proud of.
Which was why he was rather surprised to see it approach him, demanding not-so-mortal combat. The tamer gave this alien a good look up and down; roughly two feet shorter than him, and absolutely no protective gear. Not even a weapon. This would be a treat.
“Hehe, ye sure about that, little squish?” he mocked, chuckling as he circled the alien, his newest prey. “There ain’t many that can challenge a pirate and live to tell the tale. How ‘bout I offer ta train ya instead--I am a tamer of fearsome, vicious beasts, after all. Someone your size shouldn’t be much trouble to whip into shape.”
