03-24-2010, 06:24 AM
Damen turned his head to the side quizzically again. What kind of ideas did this species have about outer space 'aliens'? He figured that the 'police' were patrol soldiers of some sort, at least that fit her panicked look. He sighed and leaned against his shuttle nonchalantly again. "It is up to you what you do. You are of a free mind, right?" Now he was curious how this species worked. Thinking of that, he stood straight. "Oh! Pardon my rudeness, I forgot to ask. What do you go by? I am Damen Caille of the planet Quadisia, Oran galaxy." He could be so easily distracted...
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