From a Certain Point of View They walked together a tentacles length apart. He was a small rotund alien that didn’t speak much and then there was the taller fellow. A skinny ramshackle Blue creature with gold eyes, he wrapped his body in ill-fitting biped clothes and a hat covered up most of the rest. You could see under the brim of his hat, the perma-scowl on his waxy blue face And those eyes. They walked the length of the space station meandering slowly as if they had nowhere to go. But no one comes to this place by accident it’s far too out of the way for that old excuse. A Masked being burst forth from the mass of creatures doing there dark, clandestine Commerce and leaped towards them. The imposing figure produced weapons from within his body, they grew like metallic trees from his arms and his back, an arsenal all pointed in the same direction. The Tall fellow produced a concealed weapon of his own, he wielded it with practised ease, and began firing at...
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