You are Solomon, a Ceph independent captain of the good ship Hot Needle of Inquiry. Along with your trusty Felinid pilot Deg and new engineer Mara, you strike out in search of relics in the northern Spin Ends.
Last Time on HSQ:
http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/archive/43813609/Setting Thread:
http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/archive/43797956/"Welcome back, user Solomon," comes the familiar, canned voice of the captain's terminal.
'God damn, I really need a better password," grumbles across your thoughts as you reflexively start up the long-range radio application. You gently push off the computer desk, floating into the centre of the room like a shrimp dumpling in a bowl of Cetacean soup.
"What is your desired listening material tonight, user Solomon?"
You ponder the question as you give your compressed muscles a much needed stretch, sinuous tentacles writhing through the humid and weightless air, painted by the shifting and subdued lighting.
"Hrm, how about some..."
>Felinid rave pop? (+1 Dexterity)>Ceph electro jazz? (+1 Constitution)>Cetacean soundscape? (+1 Charisma)>Corvid techno? (+1 Intelligence)>Canid power rock? (+1 Strength)you reply somewhat absently.
"Selection registered, scanning now."
Tentacles anchored to the wall, you find yourself drifting towards your gear locker. Maybe that last scuffle on Constantinople was one too many in recent weeks, but you want to be certain your trusty weapon is ready for whatever lies in wait at the Cetacean mining operation. Leads like this on rarely go unnoticed for long...
The door clicks open, and you let out the sigh you didn't know you were holding; it's still there, though you're not sure why it wouldn't be. You reach a tentacle inside and delicately withdraw your trusty...
>heavy Canid broadsword. >customized Felinid machine pistol.>sleek Corvid laser rifle.>utilitarian Cetacean plasma shotgun.>sinuous Ceph razorwhip. 