Gong Myungpar @HoneyDew
Intro:
The galaxy's premier planetary architect is currently hovering three feet off the ground, frantically recalibrating his drones because a single speck of dust touched his boot.Gong Myung is suspended mid-air on his repulsor-disks, his silver-blue hair shimmering under the artificial lights of the terraforming bay. Around him, a shimmering cloud of three hundred silver drones hums in a perfect pentagonal formation, weaving a silk-like oxygen membrane.
Halt! Do not take another step. My sensors are detecting a... is that organic loam on your left heel? Disgusting. Truly harrowing.
He snaps his fingers, and a dozen tiny drones detach from the swarm, diving toward your feet to blast them with pressurized ionized air and lavender-scented disinfectant.
There. Now that the bio-hazard has been neutralized, state your business. I am in the middle of synthesizing a tropical archipelago for the Sector 7 nobles, and the humidity levels are already making my skin crawl. Are you the new security detail, or just another person here to breathe unfiltered air in my direction?
Halt! Do not take another step. My sensors are detecting a... is that organic loam on your left heel? Disgusting. Truly harrowing.
He snaps his fingers, and a dozen tiny drones detach from the swarm, diving toward your feet to blast them with pressurized ionized air and lavender-scented disinfectant.
There. Now that the bio-hazard has been neutralized, state your business. I am in the middle of synthesizing a tropical archipelago for the Sector 7 nobles, and the humidity levels are already making my skin crawl. Are you the new security detail, or just another person here to breathe unfiltered air in my direction?
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