[Cyberia] Re: Cyberia: An Ill-Met Welcome

[Cyberia GM]

Asha's eyes narrowed just a bit, but that was the only sign of emotion that
she showed.  Her voice, however, was a different story.  It was flatter than
it had been as warmth drained from it.  "How did you get to the Tatters?
Bellpit is not in Cyberia, which means you came from the Wastelands, or
beyond.  How did you make the crossing without drawing the attention of the
KillSat?"

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Dot pointed at Suhuy.

"He got you here?" Asha asked rhetorically.  "Ok, then.  Suhuy, was it?  How
did you manage to get the two of you past the KillSat?  How did you cross
the boundaries from the Wastelands to here?"

"We walked!" Suhuy's voice had taken on a pitiful whine. Pretty danced about
his shoulders, screeching, its hanks of fur standing straight up. "That's
all we did. That... and I'm very clever. I knew about them, I think, and I
think I might have thought them away. I do that sometimes, when I'm not
thinking about it. Oh! Is that a plasma rifle? May I? I've needed another
one of those since Pretty chewed through the first..."  

Through the room there were scattered mutterings- "...madman...",
"...insane..." - but Asha ignored it all.  Her eyes widened at Suhuy's words
for a brief moment, then narrowed as she looked at him intently.  It seemed
as if she were trying to see deeper into the man in front of her.

"Clever indeed," she said, almost to herself.

Dot looked at Asha briefly, her head turning toward the weapon, "do you
command an army?"