On The Subject Of Scrapheaps

[Michi]

Michi waved a paw at Mulan, shaking her head,
"Oh no worries, I was just wandering around camp, and I heard you guys talking."

Michi let out a chuckle at Huela's reaction to her, her whiskers twitching more so when Silver explains to her.
"Yeah, it's just kind of a thing now? Nobody really questions it anymore honestly. Also hiya! I'm Michi."

She walked closer to try and get a better look at the gecko looking creature.

[Mulan]

  Mulan smiled and nodded in understanding. "You'll get used to it, Huela." She waved a hand. "I certainly have." It wasn't to say that Mulan minded it, or that adjusting had been all that difficult. It was simply a new experience, and being in the Freedom Fighters, Mulan had become well accustomed to encountering those.

  As Michi approached the group, Mulan offered an arm to her to help her up, if only to make the conversation a little easier on her. A thought occurred to her, however, and Mulan's posture suddenly straightened. Best not to forget what they'd originally come for! "Ah, Huela!" She lifted a hand in the Geck's direction. "The pod, remember?"

[Huela]

“Yeah, I imagine you get used to it... Huh. Wonder if the cats back home were keeping secrets— POD.”

The Geck jolts from her focus on the feline, quite visibly bristling at the reminder. As a line of spikes protrudes along her spine, Huela bounces frantically back and forth between Mulan’s outstretched hand and Silver’s shoulder. There’s babbling here, almost too fast to keep up with. Eventually, she seems to come to a mental halt, latching onto the Silver’s arm at the end of her bouncing.

“I need! Some help. That’s way too much wreckage for me to drag that far.” Sticky fingers and toes pull her up Silver’s arm as pointed spines sink carefully back into her skin, eventually leading her to lay across his shoulder like a tiny sack of flour.

“I can disable the core, easy. It’s like the size of a softball. It’s the big, metal body that’s the hassle. I can make cool stuff with it! Or break it down into its basic elements to print something out on the I-SAPS. Could do that, too.”

As she talks, the little creature goes between motioning while she speaks, and peeking at Silver’s arm. Even in her frantic mood, it still seems she’s distracted by the machinery.

[John Silver]

“I need! Some help. That’s way too much wreckage for me to drag that far.”

“Shouldn’t be a problem, I’ll bring me longboat to the crash site and we can load her up that way” the ursid smirked down at the smaller alien as she continues speaking.


“I can disable the core, easy. It’s like the size of a softball. It’s the big, metal body that’s the hassle. I can make cool stuff with it! Or break it down into its basic elements to print something out on the I-SAPS. Could do that, too.”

“I’m sure Jimbo, could be helpful in that area, the lad knows his way around machines. hell, He built his own solar surfer when he was eight or what not” he chuckles before turning towards Jim’s tent, knowing that was the last place he saw the boy.

“Jimbo?! If yer there ya have a moment to help a fellow spacer out!”

Tagging: Kopa /Jim Hawkins

[Jim Hawkins]

Jim's head popped out of his tent and he smiled when he spotted Silver. He was thankful that he found Silver. "Sure, Silver!" He said cheerfully. Jim stepped out of the tent and motioned to lead the way. He hoped he could help in anyway he could and this was his shot.