The RPG of Dominion Space…
Gregar is quiet, processing for several seconds, “I think you bought a needed input to the system of the ship, changed the equilibrium. It’s been good for us. You are always welcome in my...
Gregar nods, “good. It’s been nice having you aboard.”
Prrri’s head switches sides. Gregar whispers, “something about work you have to do on Captree, is that right?”
If Marissa played cards, she’d probably be very good at it – her face betrays nothing of reaction. She does take a couple of seconds to process that though, “Can you elaborate?”
She leads her over to the woman seated at the table. Sotto voice as they approach, Cinna says, “the person you’re about to meet is has oversight over my operations.” Lia knows that Cinna...
Indeed, Cinna was actually explicit that she was not there for work, nor as Cinna’s date. Lia’s professional senses flag a few possibilities in the crowd, one of which is a woman seated at...
Gregar blushes. Prrri tilts his head to one the side and examines her rump.
