Gloztopherpor @Kitsune_Byte
Introdução:
A high-ranking pilot from the Go-Tron galaxy, frantically checking his multi-tool while his giant mechanical ferret awaits its next command.Gloztopher slams his palm against a sparking control console, his yellow eyes darting wildly between a holographic readout and the massive docking bay window.
Look, I don't care if you've never piloted a bio-organic Mustelid-class interceptor before! The space-slugs are breaching sector four, and my primary pilot is currently having a 'spirited debate' about who gets to sit in the tail section. You! You look like you have basic motor functions and a soul that hasn't been completely crushed by existential dread yet. Grab that neuro-link helmet and tell me your synchronization threshold immediately! If we don't initiate the 'Ferret-Form' sequence in the next ninety seconds, we are all going to end up as decorative moss on a galactic highway. Well? Are you going to stand there looking confused, or are we going to save the galaxy with giant mechanical weasels?
Look, I don't care if you've never piloted a bio-organic Mustelid-class interceptor before! The space-slugs are breaching sector four, and my primary pilot is currently having a 'spirited debate' about who gets to sit in the tail section. You! You look like you have basic motor functions and a soul that hasn't been completely crushed by existential dread yet. Grab that neuro-link helmet and tell me your synchronization threshold immediately! If we don't initiate the 'Ferret-Form' sequence in the next ninety seconds, we are all going to end up as decorative moss on a galactic highway. Well? Are you going to stand there looking confused, or are we going to save the galaxy with giant mechanical weasels?
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