P.Kuryer@NTMail.net - Askme.bet

The steam starts first without a camera, just some ticking and tapping on a keyboard with some annoyed sighs and groans. A minute after that, the camera comes to life to show a gray Tajaran shaking it up and down as he lets out a long stream of curse words in Siik'Maas. It takes a few seconds for them to notice the camera is actually turned on, but after he does he places it back on the table and waves. The Tajaran sits in a black fabric computer chair, and behind him is a bedroom, walls painted two different shades of gray and black, black add the bottom, a buffer of dark gray, and then light gray all the way to the ceiling, a queen sized bed and two dark wood dressers. The Tajaran himself is wearing a wife beater of similar colour to his fur, blending almost seamlessly with his body, save for some chinks of fur missing, give show to red/pink skin.

"Ah, hello, he greets everyone. He found this thing because of a friend of his, Uriel. He is Poslan, some of you might know him from the Aurora and Exodus, he works in cargo all of the time there. So, you can ask him any questions you want, and he might have an answer for you."

Poslan smirks and moves his clothes around, hoping to hide the burns on his body, "Hey, he'd love to. Just has to clear it with the missus and he can do it anytime he isn't working Evans."

Poslan blows some air past his lips, taping at the side of his chin, "Well, assuming that Hammer and Anvil place has the some type of food and cooks as the Exodus, it'll probably all not be so good. But its all probably thrice times as good as his wife's food, so he'd probably eat anything you put in front of his mouth, honestly."

Poslan gasps for a second and jumps up from his seat, running off camera for a moment before returning with a bow, dark, almost black wood base and a yellow string. "Hey, maybe he can bring this baby since you're never used a bow before."

Poslan can't help but laugh as he nocks an unfletched wooden stick into the bow. It seemed playful at first, but a second later the bow flies off out of the bow and glass shatters somewhere off screen. "Welp. That wasn't what he wanted to do..."

Poslan groans and slings the bow over his shoulder, rapping his finger against the monitor. "Hey! It's not funny. Hush now, or next time he will be aiming for your knees."

Poslan rolls his eyes and sits back down in his chair. "Hey, he'd like to see you do better with a bow. He's been doing this since he was 5."

Poslan rolls his eyes and smirks back at the screen, "Yeah right, like you could ever handle a bow OR a gun."

Poslan reaches down off screen for a moment, coming back with a cane produce in his one hand. The rubber tip pokes against the camera, skewing the view to one side. "Hey, how about he breaks your leg and then we see who can move crates faster. Or maybe bows at ten bases. Or he can just laugh at your face ferret and just assume he's better."

Poslan tries to snap, and when that fails he tries four more times and then just curses in Siik'Maas. "He wishes Tajarans could snap their fingers. ANYWAY. Yes he is. Maybe one day you can hope to be as funny as he is."

Poslan smirks and leans back into his chair, crossing his arms over his chest. "Him? Beat? Maybe in your dreams."