ćvictory or death!ć- Ever since stepping out of the bizarre obelisk and being handed several odd objects alongside a key, he had been met with the view of sprawling vines, carpets of moss, and bizarre flowers. The entire city seemed covered in the flora - certainly not the natural state of things if what he had learned was anything to go by.
Not to mention the vast variety of citizens who appeared to inhabit this place. Was it some sort of hub for life forms from all over the cosmos? It was almost like nothing he had ever seen. He was certain that he had never heard of anything like this within the Empire.
Yet again he tried to open the screens for both his helmet and his armor, but neither responded. The interface refused to work. Neither did his thrusters. The man had yet to find anything that might be jamming either, perhaps it was some quality of this planet itself? It would seem that he could not rely on anything but himself this time to collect information - well, that was nothing new.
He had been on whatever forsaken planet this was for nearly a day now yet he had not dared to take off his helmet. Lotor eyed the occasional hazes of bight magenta with wariness. One foot planted itself on a rather large root as he hoisted himself up and over the obstruction. He placed his hands carefully, stepped even more carefully. All to avoid the flowers - he had seen them explode under another unfortunate soul's footing and he had seen the spores they expelled. Surely nothing good.
Clearly inhalation was... ill advised. He had heard a broadcast on repeat about it. He had seen others with moss growing over their skin.
Lips pressed thin. Just what had he come into?
As he climbed down the other side of the mossy bloom he found something he hadn't expected considering his experience thus far - a space void of those flowers, vines, and moss.
@redheadedoutlaw || hypnum insomnum event
You were not so stupid as to approach the newfound flora without first stepping back and letting other people be bold enough for that. Bold, or ill-advised, or trusting. You trust very little and very few and this seems to work in your favor as far too many around you seem afflicted with incredible misery.
It takes a lot of effort, however, to completely avoid disrupting the flowers or breathing in the pollen -- even for you, and you've had years of training and experience in avoiding traps and alarms and anything that would end badly for you on discovery. Your eyes find a man, climbing a bloom, and caution be damned, you're too curious not to follow him if just to see what he's trying to do.
Huh. Not bad. Some breathing space, figuratively and literally. You carefully lower yourself down with him.
"Not to jinx it, but I don't think this will stay empty for long." You turn to him with a small amused smile. "You'll be fine, though, by the looks of it. What with the whole space suit."
