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"Hmm, man, where else would I wanna' go? I guess I've got a bit of a soft spot for places that are forbidden or hard to go to, or that are buried under five layers of myths and legends. Hell, planets that went through a world-ending events are good spots - at least no one is going to pick on you on the grounds you shouldn't cross borders. Plus, there's something sort of... thoughtful, about wandering through long deserted ruins. And the treasure too- man, so much archeotech scattered across the universe!"

"I guess I always wanted to go to one of those wish-granting worlds - you know, those planets where they say dreams can become reality. I heard about "pop star" and "Mobius" from word of mouth a few years ago on the gate highway, and I've been keeping an antennae out for any bits of info on it. So far though, I haven't been very lucky. Those place are radio silent, but I suppose it makes sense, otherwise we'd have already found 'em."

"Lately there's been one place I've meant to check out too. A lunar colony for some obscure specie of fuzzy lil' bug people. These guys didn't trade that much, so the P-... the records don't have that much info on them, but they went dark about a thousand Luna years ago. Those guys were kind of automation champs - really good at building AI and robots and self-maintaining factories, also good at terraforming stuff. Honestly, I'm pretty sure they had a robot uprising at some point, and that's why they all kicked it. If I'm right, then the planet's littered with old factories and works of automation ripe for the picking!"

@pzfr​, from [X]

“Rex, I say this as nicely as I possibly can...” Krigg whispered, her head slowly poking ‘round the same corner Rex was investigating, a little ways down compared to him, one lone antennae preceding the charge to listen for incoming hostiles. “But your whole planet has become a master in the art of pulling some weird and unusual shit out of their ass. I’ll roll with it when it happens, not if.”

The little creatures gaze scoured the hallway meticulously for the hidden gleam of a camera, or any sign of hostiles. And when she found none, she simply looked up to the nypardian with an unimpressed quirk of a non-existent brow. “Just mind yourself. I can be so fucking sneaky, you’ll forget I’m there. Just let’s do the repo job and get out ‘cause you owe me a pretzel for this.”

pzfr​:

“Guess so… Hey wait a minute– what about the pretzel?!”

Rex tiptoed behind Krigg quickly, whispering all the while. The opposition thus far mostly consisted of armed agents and troopers. Anything heavier was being pulled out of storage or refueled. He paused to survey some of the heavier artillery in case he had to face off against it later.

“Hey Krigg, where do ya suppose they’d keep what you’re lookin’ for?? Can’t just be the armory. Must be in some lab somewhere being poked and tested.”

Suddenly, some marching footfalls started to head this way. A couple of guys. Ordinarily Krigg and Rex could take them, but they had to be sneaky about this. It was time for Krigg to shine.

“Probably yeah, they’ll probably want to do ALL the tests before they can figure out how to make it go pew-pew. I honestly would be surprised if they managed that particular sort of feat. Somehow.” Krigg admitted rather bluntly, tiptoeing her way onwards with Red at her back - the whole thing appeared rather clumsy and awkward, but at least it was very much quiet. The whole base was an absolute mess, machines being recharged or worked on everywhere, personnel every which way...

Speaking of which. Someone was rounding a corner on their location, threatening to dip towards them at the intersection. Krigg quickly measured her options, eyeballing the corridor branching away from them for some form of distraction. With a small rustle of cloth, she fished out of her pocket a lone metal screw, lodging it over her thumb.

“Moment of truth... How’s my aim today.” As it turned out, good enough for her to fling the loose screw across the hallway with a flick, the small piece of metal pinging off a nearby forklift’s controls loudly. The engine revved - apparently, whoever was operating it was on a pee break or some such, and began puttering away from them, down the hallway, the metal brackets at the front scratching a huge gash down the wall as it did. And, of course, the two guys on patrol quickly raced to the noise on time to witness the property damage, and attempt to stop the wayward machine.

Which left Krigg plenty of time to tiptoe the corner whence they’d come.

pzfr​:

Rex would have clapped or whistled, but that didn’t seem like the best idea considering Krigg’s efforts just now, so he’d give her a thumbs up when she looked in his direction. It was just the distraction they needed in order to enter a new hallway. The doors were clearly labeled, mostly with letters and numbers– but certain larger or generally major areas had their names labeled. Like the storage zone Krigg and Rex had just made it through.

“I guess these other areas are offices or closets or something.”

Rex looked up to double-check for surveillance cameras. They could probably expect keypads and other locking mechanisms as they got to the R&D lab. Worst case scenario, if the items they were after had been stored away, it’d probably be someplace with laser tripwires and containment units directly linked up to the alarm system.

Using his senses like vision or hearing in hyper-discernment was limited: The place was constructed in such a way certain areas were lead-lined or soundproofed. An energy boost might have let him bypass that, but at the hefty cost of immediately showing up on someone’s radar. So keeping his aura intensity low, Rex surveyed the immediate area. Catching faint footprints on the floor. Noting the paths of military boots, but the real objective was to spot the tracks of other personnel. the researchers on their route to the labs.

“I’ve got a trail.” said Rex, a slight glow in his eyes. “You’ll have to cover me though, if any other security measures are in our way.”

“Roger that bud’, I got you covered.” Krigg chuffed in reply, her eyes still darting around the long hallway in search of any sign of trouble as the two made their way further into the complex. She was starting to be pretty jazzed about the numerous minor abilities up the Nypardian’s sleeves. For someone with an extremely straightforward set of powers, the little ways in which he managed to make it work in more subtle manners than just “punch something really freakin’ hard” had her impressed.

And, they were also very convenient, period. Nothing that couldn’t be replicated with a dash of her own tech, but Krigg had eventually learned the hard way that you couldn’t just carry gadgets for every possible situation on hand. Having a handy dandy always available toolset was not something to sneeze at. Her bombs would’ve certainly had that kind of opinions.

“Whoop, hold that thought, we’ve got something over yonder that needs fixin’.” Krigg screeched to a halt, holding out her arms to keep Rex from wandering off too far. She pointed a finger onwards to a set of wires running the lenght of the wall, connecting to something just hidden by the next bend in the hallway. She looked up to the ceiling, spotting what looked like a large air ventilation system running alongside the hallway.

“Just lemme’ borrow your shoulder, this shouldn’t take long.” And, by borrow his shoulder, Krigg very much meant “jump on top of his shoulder, then use that as a new jumping point to land on the ventilation grate connecting to the vent just long enough to pick the screw and slip inside like a little gremlin.”. Which she did, rather unapologetically. There was a light skittering sound that followed Krigg scuttling further into the hallway through the air ventilation system, and then, silence.

For all of five minutes before the skittering returned, and Krigg fell out of the vent and back onto her feet, covered in dust bunnies.

“Camera neutralized!” She stated proudly, before letting out a heavy, dusty cough.

Rex was floating out in space,tethered just beside Krigg's ship. Trying to fit some replacement part on her ship last minute. They're in the middle of a trip and can't afford to stop.

He's pressing a button on his tether-belt to ping Krigg for her attention so she can see if he's got it fitted correctly. Without a spacesuit he can't really use a communication device... This trip was full of inconveniences like that so far.

"Hyuuuu..." Krigg sighed, head propped up lazily on the palm of her hand by a lone elbow, fingers from her free hand idly drumming on the ship's dashboard. The screens were displaying Rex's advancement with replacing the thruster to the Revenger's damaged wing, but she barely paid it any mind, busy staring off into the vacuum of space.

They'd found out the hard way that the piece was faulty and required replacement... in the middle of her doing Rex a favor and driving him a few light years away for the sake of his own affairs. And before that, they'd had to deal with the problem of some space barnacles trying to invade the airlock. And even before that, the same kraken that had chased her planetside had come back, forcing them to run laps around the solar system's asteroid belt to shake it off.

If she didn't know any better, she would have theorized that Rex's propensity towards attracting dumb fits of bad luck from the universe had somehow leaked into their brief road trip. Oh, who was she kidding - she totally could believe that.

A soft beeping alarm from the screens had her returning her attention to the situation at hand. Fingers flew over the ship's controls, pulling up the images from the outside cameras to check for the proper attachment of the thruster, and running the ship's diagnostics to check that everything was properly attached.

After a few seconds, all results returned to her green, and she pressed a small button by one of the screens. In response to it, the tether-belt started buzzing, signalling to Rex that he could return to the airlock.

Hopefully, they'd then manage to complete their trip without too much trouble.

pzfr​:

No arguments from Rex as Krigg used him to springboard up to the vent grate. And no complaints: Being a gremlin or a goblin was favorable to sneaking around. And taking out one of the surveillance cameras was well worth it if they could move by more immediately.

But it did mean they’d have to work a little faster each time. With a hurried ‘thanks’ to Krigg, Rex followed the trail a little faster before coming up to a door with a keypad. Recently cleaned off too: No using his vision to detect which buttons had the most oil on them. He gave the pad a few tries– seeing there was no immediate penalty or lockout for failing it several times, he decided to move at hyper-speed (at least with his finger– hyper-dexterity more like it). Just trying different code combinations until he found the correct one. It was a trick a speedster friend of his used once.

Eventually, the doors opened wide. A little decontamination chamber sprayed a gentle cleansing mist, and they’d be into the laboratory to find whatever they were after.

“C”mon!”

Krigg simply stuck her thumb up at the rushed thanks from her bigger bud’, letting out another, small cloud of dust as she followed behind him with one last rusty little cough. She didn’t mind - for all the banter, they WERE supposed to be on a mission to retrieve technology that had no business being where it was.

They could look back and laugh about the whole ridicule of it once it was well and truly over. As Rex’s trail came to a stop in front of a door, locked with, OF COURSE, a keypad, Krigg eyeballed the whole thing with an unimpressed groan. The little alien quickly started rummaging through her current list of gadgets, trying to pull some form of solution out of her pockets... Only for Rex to try the more logical solution, and attempt brute forcing the keypad’s code through super speed-powered, repeated attempts.

“No limited tries to the keypad - are those people running a space Denny‘s, or are they trying to run a super secret facility? ‘cause with that kind of security measure, I’ve got doubts.” Krigg muttered angrily, glaring at the door from behind Rex’s leg. Eventually, the doors slid open with a little pneumatic hiss. With some more glaring, the little alien eventually waddled into the chamber, properly hissing at the decontamination sprays. One that little display of pettiness was done, she quickly rolled up her sleeves, cracking her knuckles.

“I swear to god, someone’s getting smacked in the face for stealing my stasis fridge in a misplaced attempt to weaponize it. Those bitches are expensive!”

pzfr​:

“I imagine that after a certain point, they realized they installed so many security measures their own people couldn’t get in. Even with the speed boost, I still had to rack my brain a bit till I got to the right combination. Felt like ages to me.”

Rex used his hoodie sleeve or possibly one of his wristbands to wipe off his fingerprints from the pad before following Krigg in. He couldn’t help but laugh a bit: It was like someone grabbing a hair dryer and thinking it was an ion cannon or something in that vein of advanced weaponry. Just grasping for whatever they could in a mad dash.

“Let’s just grab it and see if we can sneak out as quietly as we came in. Otherwise we’ll have to run, and that means I have to carry you and your stasis fridge back to the ship, uncomfortably expedited delivery.”

Krigg slowly turned towards Rex, face scrunched up with a grimace at the mere concept of her getting picked up and carried around for the sake of a speedy exit. “You can carry the fridge but I’ll freakin’ BITE if you try and do the same to me. This lady goes by her own two feet, or she doesn’t go at all.” She stated, sounding awfully calm for someone who was threatening slobbery, biting demise upon someone.

“...Though I probably should release those shoulders, just in case.” Krigg added shortly thereafter, holding up a finger, tone thoughtful. She started wriggling herself out of her coat - unfortunately, only half of one of her arms was out of her coat by the time the opposite door to the decontamination chamber opened. Which prompted her to inch herself BEHIND Rex and attempt wriggling that much harder out of her clothes.

For... no particularly good reason. The room that opened before them was indeed a testing zone, given the large number of consoles and flashing screens decorating the walls, as well as the platform surrounded by scanners at the center of the room. And it appeared... fortunately empty, safe from what looked uncannily like a regular old freezer you’d find in a gas station, full of cheap ice cream.

“Hell yeah, score!”

"I don't bitch and groan THAT much... Do I?"

Krigg frowns, staring in silence at the holopad on her lap. She has seen the type of opinion people sling on that platform and she is unimpressed.

Perhaps sinking some extra positivity into her attitude wouldn't be a bad idea. Ain't no way she is going down in history for being a salty little sausage.

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"Normally I'm not one to encourage this but: Think of the $$$ you could make before you change attitudes. Save up some dough before ya call it quits."

[[ Jokes ft. Rex

"...Y'know, I DO tend to suffer from "broke as fuck" syndrome whenever I arrive on a human-populated planet. Along with the scalding realization I'm the most litteral definition of an illegal alien, but that's another bit for another time. There's no currency exchange bureau that takes interstellar credits on your planet, to my ongoing dismay, so no way for me to earn a keep if I come by. And, uh... hero work with a flower pot on my head don't pay."

"If bitching about this and that can actually get me some pocket change to spend on casual stuff, I think I'll take that opportunity!"

@pzfr from [X]

[TXT]: Brther do you knw how early it iss

[TXT]: Whehrjthefuck

[TXT]: What the fuk are yu on abut

[TXT]: GOOGLE faster yUO BITCH

[TXT]: Oh ok i undherfstd

[TXT]: You dnt have a spine to pull out tho

[TXT]: Wibblywobbly light insides and all

[TXT]: OOooohhhhhh

[TXT]: Dude dasscool actually

[TXT]: Gud to kn o

[TXT]: So if you get fjjked up you just

[TXT]: A

[TXT]: Out of existence?

[TXT]: My man goes to the fckng shadow zone

@pzfr from [X]

[TXT]: Brther do you knw how early it iss

[TXT]: Whehrjthefuck

[TXT]: What the fuk are yu on abut

[TXT]: GOOGLE faster yUO BITCH

[TXT]: Oh ok i undherfstd

[TXT]: You dnt have a spine to pull out tho

[TXT]: Wibblywobbly light insides and all

pzfr​:

[TXT]: yeah pretty much

[TXT]: I think of it as the ‘next dimension’ or ‘another dimension’

[TXT]: ok back 2 bed. you do the same. tucking you in but in like. spirit. use ur imagination. gnighty. snnnzzzz

[TXT]: Oh okeh

[TXT]: Do I gotta’ go on an extra-dimensionnel cruzase to snatch yo soul if you ded?

[TXT]: Bed gude tho

[TXT]: Am already rolled up like burrito, comfy af. Noighte! Themks.

“What happened here?”

Send “What happened here?” to find my muse after they’ve finished fighting a brutal fight.

Could have Krigg finished that fight more cleanly? Yes, she believed she could have.

Would she have done so with all her limbs still attached if she had worried about doing things cleanly? That, on the other hand, was highly debatable.

And frankly, Krigg hadly had the time to be thinking about what she could have been doing better when she found herself heafting off of her a flab of shredded meat with a wet, unpleasantly sticky squelch. She sat up, slowly running a hand down her face to wipe the disgusting film clinging to her face, threatening to permanently gunk up her eyelids shut, and blinked a few times to stare at her handywork. If you could call it that.

The space smack dab in the middle of the large street junction was a smoking crater, the road's aslphalt having violently burst open from below from sewer level. It would have been easy to blame the combined force of the fistful of pulse grenades crammed to their maximal setting for cracking open the street like a ripe watermelon, but the massive frame of the mutated sewer beast whose gob they'd gone down certainly hadn't helped matters any. The grotesquely enlarged rat mutant looked like a melted pile of bodies with an ass barely recognizable from its head, but by concentration of heads alone, Krigg supposed that what counted as its front end was now thoroughly blocking the driveway.

The back end was still in the sewers, the two sections connected at a 90° angle by mess of raw flesh out of which exploded ribs bloomed, sticking out into the air in a pattern hardly coherent with a single ribcage. On top of that, the street was clogged by honking cars, bits of rubble, sewage and whatever explodified mutant rat bits had made their way to the surface, caking the pavement in gore. The smell was about what you'd expect too, doing a fairly good job of driving away unlucky passerbys.

Except, apparently, one gobsmacked Nypardian that had properly fallen out of the sky to observe the situation, and had just spotted her. Krigg let out a faint, tired-sounding groan, and proceeded to peel herself off the street with a sharp hiss. Her clothes had very little white left on them, stained either bile green, bright red, or an unspeakable brown. Her hat was nowhere to be found, for once, and what she'd kept were torn in multiple places, leaving dozens of rivulets of bright magenta pink to mingle and run through the gut residue.

Finally back on shaky feet, Krigg slowly ambled away from the scene and past Rex, weight only shifting gingerly to one of her legs, and retreating swiftly with each step, giving her a noticeable limp.

"You guys had a rat problem." She hoarsed, voice creaky and used.

“You shouldn’t be here.”

Send “What happened here?” to find my muse after they’ve finished fighting a brutal fight.

Alternatively — send “You shouldn’t be here.” for my muse’s reaction to stumbling upon yours post-fight.

It was Krigg's firm, yet somewhat humble opinion that finding out what kind of violence someone was capable of without being involved in the act was never a pleasant, or recommended experience. Not mixing work life and common, mundane life was easier on the brain for most people she found. It could bring its own sort of comfort to know the abilities of someone you fought alongside of, but not if it was jarringly shoved into your face.

Krigg, for one, didn't particularly enjoy being made actively aware of the fact that Rex was perfectly able to punch something into a fine red mist if he got his back into it. Which he'd very much done, if she considered the ruined surroundings situated about the unfortunate Nypardian. The street level was ground zero for a mean sort of scrap - wrecked building faces, crushed cars that looked like tin toys, smashedand levelled pavement... plus a few smashed water mains, spewing small geisers up into the air from massive cracks. And what she thought were the remains of a battlesuit filled with jellied gunk and no pilot in sight.

And of course, Rex. Looking worse for wear, and decidedly not relaxed about the whole ordeal, if the tension in the arch of his back was any indication. The perturbed look slowly bled out of Krigg's features, replaced by a neutral, somewhat stony expression of calm. Nevermind the fact she felt a part of her twinge uncomfortably at the thought of the usually relaxed, rather sweet-mannered Nypardian being dragged to that kind of extremity. Her own reserves could wait.

"Uhhh... Rex?" A call, somewhat tentative - not too loud, not too harsh on possibly frayed nerves.

"...You wanna' bounce on outta' here?"

Krigg annoys Rex a little. Not so much he wouldn't step in to help her as he's grown to doing. This is mostly because he can kind of see at the edges that she's running from something in her past and Bonus points since she's an alien too. But more than anything Rex wishes he could get across the idea that she's not living on borrowed time, she still has plenty to live her life with AND she can do so beyond standing behind the barrel of the biggest gun she can get her mitts on. Doesn't help she's seen him do the same with his fists and superpowers sometimes.

Also if she goes on a journey of revenge at any point Rex will insist on constantly taking 'rest stops' to explore space. Meet lifeforms. See how life works on these other worlds and maybe in the process give Krigg something more to look forward to after she's gotten her payback.

Krigg... Honestly would not blame Rex for being a little bothered with her general attitude. She wouldn't like it to be a point of tension, since she really doesn't have anything against the guy, but she would understand why it bothers him. She knows it's there. She knows there's always that raw nerve sitting at the back of her mind ready to catapult her psyche back into fight or flight. That little rotten train of thought that people look at with dismay. They honestly shouldn't like it, she thinks. It's a product of necessity.

She is small. The world is not nice to small things, and it will try to kill you at some point if you are. So be quick, be ready, be cunning and always have the bigger gun. That is something she internalized, much to her detriment.

She wishes she could be more like Rex - and maybe she should not, but she does envy a bit the fact he's hard to kill. He doesn't need a contingency plan for everything, he IS the contingency plan. Beyond that, she wishes she was more able to internalize the world is a good place and actually get her mind not to be on guard so much, nervous that something might go wrong, always planning to run. She loves the universe, loves the people in it, and she actually respects the guy a lot for feeling similarly despite the crap he gets through on a daily basis.

She's trying to enjoy herself, she really is, but she can't help but feel a small bit guilty for it, and for dropping her guard. Part of her sees idling as a deadly flaw that would get her killed on a battlefield. Part of her doesn't know if she deserves to relax after leaving behind so much. Doesn't she deserve conscequences too, if their absence for others angers her so much?

@pzfr from [X]

Ah, food sharing, the language of a good greeting - and also an alternative to saying hello with a sorta-full mouth. That was a spittle-filled, messy ordeal if there was any. Krigg gave something of an audible gulp as she waited patiently for Rex to collect his due before setting the bag of exotic goods on her lap.

“Rexy-o, I could say the exact same thing to the guy that has to beat air traffic every other day. S’nice to see you, though!” She quipped back with a wide grin, showing off her (slightly stained pink) teeth quite eagerly. She shuffled in her seat, squeezing herself against against the backrest to shoot a small look out of the window to the blur of passing street corners from the corner of her eye.

“I just wanted to explore within town a little bit further than what those stubby little legs can usually afford.” The diminutive alien chuckled, and wriggled the aforementionned limbs for emphasis, sagging a bit on her seat with a... surprisingly serene smile. “...And, I guess the bus ride looked pretty relaxing too. In a “enjoy the city streets going by, get lost in your thoughts” kinda’ way.”

“Good thing people are too busy to give me grief at this time of day for being a lil’ green around the gills. I even managed to buy a ticket for the trip like a regular tax-paying citizen!” Krigg puffed out her chest, looking awfully proud of that relatively mundane factoid.

pzfr​:

“It’s always nice to have a look around, explore a bit. And good on ya! Public transportation could be better, but it’s one of those services I’d rather not try to pull ‘evasive maneuvers’ against, right up there with the mail carriers.”

Rex nodded. He was just glad Krigg opted for the bus. Save the ship for emergencies. And hopefully not to steal a vehicle, but he could only keep up with so much all at once if she picked a busy day of his to do that.

“When we get there, maybe I could give you some pointers. I’m not in the part of town too often– I mean, I know how to navigate the whole of the city, but all the hotspots, best shops, offices to sort out this and that, I’ll have to dredge up some memories and ask directions.”

“Ah, yes. Don’t be a dick with public goods and services - that one lesson every reasonable adult should learn, but that is somehow missed by more people than you know.” Krigg pointed a finger at Rex, clicking her teeth with a cheeky little grin, leaning back just enough to be comfortable and sling one leg over the other. She shot the Nypardian something of an amused side-glance at the mention of offering pointers for a part of the city he... himself didn’t know much about.

“Mate, you don’t HAVE to act as a guide for random lost space drifters on your off day, you deserve to chill a bit. Enjoy yourself a little, don’t worry about me, I’m not going to blow up anything, promise.” Krigg waved a hand in the air along with the playful little jab, before folding it behind her head as a cushion. “...As long as I know how I can go back to port, I’m basically set. Unless you just wanna’ come with, in that case, I don’t mind!”

pzfr​:

“Hey, c’mon! I meant I knew how to navigate the streets– whole city’s built on a grid of streets. And it wouldn’t be any trouble at all.”

Rex pretended to rub the spot he was bumped on the arm. But he surrendered.

“Alright, alright. I guess I’m just going to tag along this time, Krigg. But don’t hesitate to ask any questions about general Earth stuff. I’m ready and willing!… Though maybe this once I could stand to keep my yap shut, take in the sounds and sights, even if I’m already used to it.”

“...You, have a problem with not knowing when to chill and stop running around. Nothing wrong with selfishly not wanting to spend energy on others once in awhile.” Krigg quipped back after a short moment of silence, quirking one hairless eyebrow at the kindly, helpful nypardian whom she thought definitely needed to take the option of piping down.

Though knowing herself, she was the first kind of person to throw her own chill day out of the window if she could somehow get entangled in something. It was almost reflex, at that point! “...Though I guess that this isn’t very compatible with the whole hero biz - dropping everything at a moment’s notice to help someone? I would NOT like doing that, my friend.” Not wouldn’t do it, mind you.

“...When are we getting off that thing, actually? I don’t even know.”

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Krigg readily shares strange foods she finds out and about in various cornerstores of the universe that might prove somewhat interesting to the estranged Nypardian. The guy only visits occasionally other places - might as well bring along something that'd at least be fun on an occasionnal visit! She has only managed to open a bottomless can of suspicious calamari on such ventures… twice! At least the fire-breath salts had more success for the spice-loving alien, despite the burn hazard.

Krigg's universal translator can come in handy to solve situations where a language barrier is the main issue Rex is dealing with. They both agreed to not ever mention the time Krigg had to explain to some Booghs how to leave earth's asteroid belt. The gesture-based language of their specie translates... poorly, to a biped body plan, and Krigg described her own take on it as "so atrocious it could be considered a crime". Rex, on the other end, was surprisingly eloquent with the newfound language. Blame being able to spit out more arms than you need on a dime.

Krigg actually took Rex on a few drives across the stars to see void leviathans. Thanks to his generally compassionate, peaceful demeanor towards hyperfauna, the comparatively tiny alien has to admit - she's gained something of a curious respect for the less... agressively invasive types of giant beasts. Even if they could absolutely squish her without noticing.

True fact : the small of Rex's cooking can get Krigg to come running in from a couple of blocks away with a suspicious string of drool running from the corner of her mouth. She has no idea why it's so tasty-smelling, but Rex has discovered he can get her to do... a lot of things with the promise of a box to take with her as payment. Mostly harmless community service she quite seems to tolerate. She has plonked on his window face first while following the smell a few times.

"Whoa whoa, I didn't do that. That energy signature reads like magic!"

"YOU CAN TELL?!" Krigg screeches, her voice somehow managing to sound clogged despite her not having a visible nose. Yet there she was, pinching the spot in the middle of her face where a nose would have gone, looking up to Rex with a proper disgruntled expression on her face. And there was reason to- a thick, faintly glowing mist was blanketing the street at around knee level, swirling with shimmering colors and coiling around the living bodies it encountered. Now, Krigg wasn't advancing the hypothesis it looked - and definitely SMELLED like psychedelic alien poots, but given the look she was throwing Rex's way, her questionnings were indeed leaning that way. Not a whole lot of beings made of colorful glowy starstuff on that earth, she'd learned.

Given his truthful attitude though, the diminutive alien's gaze moved away from her neighbor, and towards the strange glowing phenomena, still holding her nose for good measure.

"Well, if it ain'D' you, who?"