“ I NEED TO contact my Homeworld. && I can’t be SURE which since THE LAST TIME I was on this miserable dirt mound the most advanced mechanism here was the wagon. “
“Uh… Fancy alien technology shit, right? Sorry, you’re sort of asking the wrong person. BUT. Somehow you’ll manage, I’m sure.”
“ I WILL. However, it doesn’t help how PRIMAL everything here is.”
( or her SHEER LACK of TECHNOLOGICAL skills. it would be nice to have PERIDOT about now. not a good thing to think of, she huffs. )
“ You know where I can find the right person, then?”












