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[tough_love]

Who: Princess Looma Red Wind
Broadcast: OPEN
Action: After broadcast (if it's wanted), in the markets around Dasil'di. She's gotta make sure she has everything she needs, after all!
When: Backdated to 3/13

[The Fleet's resident war princess, now bored of temple shenanigans and itching for more action, has decided the Bishop needs a little redecorating. So what better way to do that and alleviate some boredom than organizing a hunting party? That's why she'll appear over the network in a new, non-chewed-by-giant-water-beasties wetsuit and sporting a lot more Pointy Things than she started with. Four arms means you need way more harpoons and knives than the average human, after all!]

Attention fellow off-worlders! Many of you do not know me- I am Princess Looma Red Wind. For those of you not assisting the locals or cowering in your ships, I have a proposition.

This planet has no shortage of dangerous predators. I intend to kill some of them, and offer you the chance to accompany me. What you kill, you keep, though a portion must be given to the Dasioe as a tribute in good faith.

[She's mostly in it for the challenge, but she can't say no to being able to get a new trophy and food that doesn't come in gel form. She'll also be satisfying that new, nagging compulsion to help people who need it by giving a decent chunk of whatever she nabs to the locals for their own bellies. No one tell her they don't eat meat, that's weird.]

If you wish to accompany me, say so. You will have one day's time to prepare!

[The hulking alien princess almost ends the broadcast there, but seems to remember something just after shutting off the communicator, and quickly flickers back onto the screen.]

Oh! And if you happen to kill any creature with gills, keep it to yourself. The locals won't appreciate it. Good battle to you!

[Okay now she's done, and happily ends the broadcast with that unusual farewell.]

Comments

[tough_love]

Why would you need to be paid?

[This is somehow a legitimate question for her, she happily does this sort of thing for free]

[halfbloodhatchling]

Because I'm a bounty hunter by inclination, not a hero.

Glory just doesn't pay the bills.

[tough_love]

You are held against your will as part of an absurd reality show, as are the rest of us.

What bills could you possibly have?

[halfbloodhatchling]

Alcohol. Food with actual texture. The usual.

[tough_love]

You would rather trade for your food, rather than kill it yourself?

[halfbloodhatchling]

Yes. Most of what I hunt would be toxic or at least ridiculously non-nutritious if I tried to eat it.

[tough_love]

...how have you survived this long.

[Because, real talk: That sounds like a bit of an evolutionary Dick Move]

[halfbloodhatchling]

Grocery stores...

[ Obviously.

And much of what Kai hunts are created more so than evolved. (Rather like himself.) ]

[tough_love]

[She'll just go ahead and assume that's some sort of market. At least that is something she's familiar with.]

And how is it these grocery stores have food you are capable of surviving on, but you cannot find it anywhere else?

[halfbloodhatchling]

I'm not going to hunt cows.

[ That's a terrible plan. ]