Episode 12: Lots of Questions
"Hang on," Fannia said, and brought the ship down on the outskirts of the city, in a field of stubble.
"Now look," Fannia said, unfastening his safety belt. "We're just here for fuel. No souvenirs, no side-trips, no fraternizing."
Through the port, they could see a cloud of dust from the city. As it came closer, they made out figures running toward their ship.
"What do you think this unique social structure is?" Donnaught asked, pensively checking the charge in a needler gun.
"I know not and care less," Fannia said, struggling into space armor. "Get dressed."
"The air's breathable."
"Look, pachyderm, for all we know, these Cascellans think the proper way to greet visitors is to chop off their heads and stuff them with green apples. If Galactic says unique, it probably means unique."
"Galactic said they were friendly."
"That means they haven't got atomic bombs. Come on, get dressed."
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