DraconisTheWyvern When the LFC fully empties, a very advanced looking cargo ship-submarine mix rises from the sea. Its doors open, revealing eel-like workers who rush back and forth, hauling the supplies into its bay.
"It's surprising that our vessels on sea are more advanced than our spacecraft..."
One worker speaks.
The rest return to the ship, speaking a strange language to each other. A few seem to poke fun at one Scyrkon, struggling to carry a box of supplies.
"Naeii oesei aerova? Otae nati koel!"
"Echechechecheche!"
"...N'gei oesei..."
The lone Scyrkon who greeted the LFC crew goes back to manning the sensors.
