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"Whoa-ho, that's pretty neat!"
As Duro says this, Antares happened to be walking by, shield active despite the cheerful nature of the rain. It appears he is quite the pessimist.
"Neat?? I expect the weather to behave and it storms like a hurricane is soon to come. I expect it to get worse and suddenly it's just rainbows and slight drizzles. I think my paranoia is working against me somehow."
"Pff, Hahaha! Think nothing of it!"
"Well, we still have a rescue mission to attend to. Harvest trees and top off your MCM's matter storage, and while you're at it, add some more matter to the Armory printer. I want us all to be prepared."
"Ah, well, yeah. I suppose I should do that."
Arcturus heads to nearby trees that seem like they could yield good amounts of matter, and chops them down, before returning them to the outpost to convert them into Matter for the MCM (He's a big robot, he can transport them one at a time by himself).
Antares heads back to the armory printer to formulate plans and fabricate some tools and armaments he thinks the three might need - including a disposable cloaking device for himself and some small omni-tools.
Capella, every now and then, passively scans the surface thoughts of the mer-children, to see if they are in need of anything - like a guardian wondering if his custodians are hungry or tired... or what they eat or sleep on for that matter.
