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- Name: Sato
- Key: Blisk244
- Rank/Race: Alien/Mutant Alient
- Sato, a Galatic advisor of the New Acornian Empire, zoomed towards his mission area of the day. Galaxy Delta 00, System 4. His task at hand; Classification of Planet 20's Hostility level. Aka- He's fodder they throw at unknown planets to see if they make it back. Glorious, Right? Yea well, it ended up being an important job. If a planet was hostile enough it could result to a complete genocide of their race by the hand of the officer.
- -Opening of Kanye West's Stronger booms out of futuristic speakers- "Work it. Make it. Do it Makes us harder, better, faster, stronger.."
- Sato sat snug in his cramped little pod, his head nodding to the seventeen hour soundtrack he'd prepared for the trip. "Daaa...dat that dont kill me..." He sung along, lifting a single eye lid open to check the time. Two more hours...
- Sato had the typical boring upbringing, a rich family, strong blood, all that good shit. So, naturally he was put on space patrol, or otherwise known as fodder crew. He made the best of it though.
- - Planet 20- Delta00S4, Destination approaching.-
- Echo'd the pod's intercom as it abruptly ended the playing song." Gaah.." Sato mumbled as he lifted himself out of his slouch and reached his arms forward to land the pod. " Here we go i guess..." With expert skill, he'd bring the pod gliding down into the planet's atmosphere and safely into a massive crater on the surface. He'd smoothly exit the vehicle as the door hinged open.
- "Aaaaaa" He let out as he stretched forward and took in a deep breath. "Wha-" He started, his nose twitching as he sniffed the air progressively quicker, " That smell..." He mumbled, a grin curling across the right side of his face as he tracked forward towards the source. In the distance he noticed a fairly small village. Huts crafted of various logs and flat rocks and pasted together with what looked to be a mix of mud and sap. Centered in the village was a massive smoke cloud, spiraling further into the air. Sato, intrigued, marched forward.
- Thundering booms of homemade drums, and what seemed to be symbols echo'd through Sato's ear's as he closed into the village. There, the source of the massive cloud, was a five foot long gandalf style'd pipe. Seven three foot five masked creatures took turns standing on a mound of rocks and taking massive gulps from the pipe.
- " H--hollly...Shit." Sato whispered, quickly dropping to the ground below a nearby wall. His heart was racing, and he couldn't help but grin ear to ear. " Wa....Wa.." Out of breath, he'd shake away the thought. Deciding, for now, it wasn't important. He'd stand, taking in a deep breath before marching forward towards the group of creatures.
- " Attention, I am Sato, Galatic Advisor badge number Recon23. " He paused, flashing the fancy Acornian made badge. " I'm here to offer an invitation into the New Acornian Empire." With that he'd let out a sigh of relief, flash a smile towards the masked creatures and await a response.
- -Eeeh?- One of the masked creature squeaked, edging closer towards Sato. Moments of silence passed, and just before Sato openned his mouth a second time... The closest creature exhaled a massive cloud of smoke his way. " As i said, I...I...I" He stuttered, " I'm fr-- from...from..." He stopped. He looked down at his feet, the ground seemingly breathing towards him. " I'm...I'mmm.."
- " I'm so high..."
- ||Galaxy Delta 00 became the first permanently restricted zone in the Acornian empire. Planet 20's hostility rating being deemed un-curable after losing forty-three agents to the planet without explanation.||
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