C-152: Zarg’s World Highport, Dock 23
“Xi will xome downn.”
The comm goes quiet and there’s a pause before the external tell-tales change colour and the outer door of the airlock opens.
Oliver notices Savochkin has his hands on his submachinegun, ready to bring it up if needed.
Inside the airlock is a lone Felline. The alien is covered with a coat of short, grey fur and is wearing a blue coverall and standard ship work shoes constructed in an unusual alien shape. A respirator conceals the lower half of its face. It stands about 168 cm to the top of its head, a little taller if you add the height of the erect cat-like ears, and would be taller still if not for a slightly crouched stance natural to the species; Oliver can see the edge of a furred tail poking out behind its body. Yellow, vertically-slitted eyes peer out of the furry face, taking in Oliver and the two black-uniformed Legionnaires.
“Xi xave openned thee lock ass assked.”
The sound is a little muffled by the respirator, but at TL 9, most of that problem has been dealt with and its not too bad, which is just as well as the voice is breathy and hissy, punctuated with occasional sounds from the back of the throat and a little difficult to understand.
“Thank you. I want to inspect the cargo bay and I have some questions for you.”