Chip
Wondering Crystal
Somewhere in the asteroid fields surrounding Aeten II, Chip drifted through old, rusted metal corridors with a tiny black hat and what was supposed to be an eye patch. His disguise was, without a doubt, perfect.
"Arrg matie!" Chip called out in greeting at a dirty-looking rodan as they passed one another. The Rodan simply stared at Chip with a confused expression, turning his head to keep Chip in his gaze as he passed. Eventually, the dirty spacer shook his head and continued on down the corridor as Chip happily bobbed along, absolutely sure that his disguise was working.
Rickety pipes shook as some fluid or gas moved through them, knocking loose a fresh coating of dirt and dust to drift towards the floor in the low gravity and thin atmosphere that filled the barely habitable facility. Chip whistled what he was sure was a 'dandy sea shanty' still used by pirates and privateers in this day and age, ignoring the light dusting of brown that was settling onto his crisp black pirate hat.
"Arrg matie!" Chip called out in greeting at a dirty-looking rodan as they passed one another. The Rodan simply stared at Chip with a confused expression, turning his head to keep Chip in his gaze as he passed. Eventually, the dirty spacer shook his head and continued on down the corridor as Chip happily bobbed along, absolutely sure that his disguise was working.
Rickety pipes shook as some fluid or gas moved through them, knocking loose a fresh coating of dirt and dust to drift towards the floor in the low gravity and thin atmosphere that filled the barely habitable facility. Chip whistled what he was sure was a 'dandy sea shanty' still used by pirates and privateers in this day and age, ignoring the light dusting of brown that was settling onto his crisp black pirate hat.