Human: *sneezes*
Other cogniscient: What the hell was that?!
Ax'and'l had been dubious from the get-go about joining forces with a human… but he’d run the numbers and this venture was profitable in the extreme.
Insanely profitable.
Now it was just looking insane.
They were standing in an abandoned hulk of a spaceship, looting it for anything they could get out of it. Both had their survival suits on. Ideally, they were protected from everything the ship could throw at them.
If it were still operational, they could have deflected or absorbed any weapons fired their way. Even passive defences like long-lived virii or feral bacteria should have remained beyond their reach.
Until Hwell took off his helmet.
“Ah, relax,” he breezed. “Any of the sensors would have picked up anything hazardous. We’re going to be fine.”
“Speak for yourself, Mammal,” Ax'and'l growled. “I’m staying safe inside this hermetically sealed environment. You are going to be spending a week in quarantine.”
The mammal scoffed at him and then started grimacing and gurning.
“HASCHOOO!”
“What in the name of the First Egg is that?”
“S'deez’d. There’s dust.” Sniff.
“That’s a method for disease dispersal. Please aim yourself away from me.”
“HASCHOO!”
“One month in quarantine!”
Sniff. “Is dat sdandard or sobe calendar?”
Grumble. “I’ll consult with the Galstand Quarantine Regulations.”
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