[ When the pilot of the ship finally emerges she finds herself caught somehow off guard. From the look and sound of him, he doesn't sound like the average Galra. She's not heard that particular dialect before, which makes her wonder. His appearance isn't that of what she's seen of the Galra either, not ENTIRELY. He must be the first one she's seen with white hair, all the ones she'd seen before (who weren't wearing helmets) had black growth, which didn't mean that they all did- she could hardly account for every single one. Still. Could it be that there was more to him and the situation than meets the eye?
Or, she muses, could he be trying to lure her into a trap, into the range of some sniper's cross hairs?
Necessary though it was she didn't care for so much idle speculation. She didn't wish to wait any longer and question. She only wants answers, at this point, and to face her fate, whatever it is.
She calls out in answer, wary and distrusting. ]
I have never known the Galra to favor speech over force.
[ Still, as a show of some modicum of good faith she does show herself, adorning battered armor, but armor that didn't offer much in the way of obvious protection. Better for her agile fighting style, and she may need the advantage now depending on how this encounter goes. ]
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Or, she muses, could he be trying to lure her into a trap, into the range of some sniper's cross hairs?
Necessary though it was she didn't care for so much idle speculation. She didn't wish to wait any longer and question. She only wants answers, at this point, and to face her fate, whatever it is.
She calls out in answer, wary and distrusting. ]
I have never known the Galra to favor speech over force.
[ Still, as a show of some modicum of good faith she does show herself, adorning battered armor, but armor that didn't offer much in the way of obvious protection. Better for her agile fighting style, and she may need the advantage now depending on how this encounter goes. ]