Soyuz Sotsialisticheskikh Mirov
10 Minutes from скучный Station
"H-Hey! I'm still downloading my Russian!"
Midnight cried out, less than enthused. "No fair! The connection's bad and it's stuck at 99%!" she frowned, distraught at that last, final percent. Sniffing back her lament, she nodded. "F-fine. I'll see if I can pull up something a little more badass looking for the two of us then," the blonde rubbed her eyes. She wandered into her room again, and after rummaging around, re-emerged with something that Cleo would have likely agreed with. "I don't have much, but since the two of us are going to be the muscle behind Joshua, we should try and look the part," the German turned
Daqinese woman suggested.
She held out a slightly odd looking knife for Cleo. There was nothing wrong with it at all!
Soyuz Sotsialisticheskikh Mirov
скучный Station
"Ah, welcome! I'm Pasha, the head of security in these parts. And you three must be - hnk!" the fat, burly man in front of them suddenly stopped mid-sentence, horribly failing to stifle his laughter. "This is a great joke!" the head of security burst into thick, heavy chortling again. "What do we have here, eh? Let me see," he rubbed his brown mustache. Holding up his hands, he pretended to frame them, one at a time in a camera lens made of his fingers. "We got a whipped boy, no doubt about it!" he chuckled, his great belly under his uniform rippling with his laughter. "But look at the blonde! Super-heavy armaments!" And then, what's this? A fancy-dog lady from the land of squint-eyes! Ha!" The head of security was the only one laughing however, and one of the two men tapped him on the shoulder. "Bah, what is it Dimitri?" Pulled aside for a moment, Pasha turned his back on Joshua,
Hilda and Cleo for a moment.
"Sir. I think you should look more closely," Dimitri whispered, pointing at Joshua first. "He's a regular dude, but it's the two with him." Pasha glanced at Hilda first, his male gaze taking over. "The blonde is too pretty to be natural. She's a synth. And if she doesn't tear our heads off, she'll give us the mega-clap for sure!" the station guard hissed in his boss's ear. "And then there's the dog-lady. Think about it. She doesn't even need to leap up to rip our throats out, and the way she's looking at us, she wants to." Dimitri leaned in closer. "And look. They both have the latest
Нож Разведчика Стреляющий!"
"Ah, we want no trouble from the Investigative Committee!" Pasha quickly changed his tune. "We in fact, have everything totally under control, and will be placing a proper report regarding the violation soon," the portly man added, dabbing his forehead with a handkerchief. "So you can just relax, get some drinks at the commissary, or just head on to your next assignment! Nothing to see here!"
It seemed that the real trouble was not scaring the station staff too much.