Chapter 1

Every other week, the vast dust plains of Akiton - without forests or hills to break them apart - allowed the winds of the planet, accelerated by the Coriolis effect, to whistle faster and faster and faster, picking up particulates and chunks of dirt as they went. By the time they reached the settled areas of the planet, these vast storms could strip a man’s flesh from his bones in a matter of hours. Most large, comfortable settlements were built either under ground or inside of vast force domes that could be activated during this time, to repel the dust and keep the grit from the streets.

Rustpoint was not a large, comfortable settlement.

Built centuries ago to mine thasteron - a fuel that powered sublight thrusters - Rustpoint had once had a far nicer name. But with the discovery of the Drift, the need for thasteron had faded, and Rustpoint had slowly died, until it was nothing more than a few hard knuckled scrabblers living on the edge, mining and scavenging what they could from the vast ship graveyards that stretched out into the dusty deserts.

Those ships were visible, even through the gathering dust storm, as vast, whale like humps on the horizon. But they wouldn’t provide a bulwark against the storm.

People rushed through the town, hurrying to their homes, closing down shutters, gathering the last bits of supplies. The homeless headed into the local chapel to Desna and Iomedea, while the inns and taverns were filled with travelers who had stopped on their way to better places.

At the edge of the town, though, five youths were settling down ... not with nervousness at the onrushing storm, but with excitement. The small home they had for themselves was called The Rusty Dragon, and it had once been a tavern before the economy strangled it. Named for its serpentine shape - the building had been crafted from several dozen shipping containers, lashed together and decorated over the years by the owning family - The Rusty Dragon was surprisingly comfortable inside.

A small generator, a laser-link com to an orbiting satellite, and a rather nice salvaged CRT-TV made for a respectable video den, with large cushions and bean bags laid out for everyone who had come to weather the storm with some bad movies and good friends.

“Okay, guys,” Ameiko said, grinning as she looked at her friends. “Here’s our choices for tonight’s science fiction theater delight. Innnn the one corner!” She held out a slender arm, holding up a rectangular box containing a video chip within. The cover of the box showed a buxom elf with blond hair and tattered clothing, recoiling in horror from a shadowy figure, while lurid red letters spelled out the title. “The Skimshaw Murderer!”

Ami held out her other arm. “And in the other corner, we have ... Rasputin Must Die!”

This box had a scheming looking man - human, with wild eyes and a huge bushy beard, standing on a snowy field, surrounded by rough looking adventurers carrying old style hunting rifles and revolver pistols.

Ami grinned at her friends.

They all had to wonder where the hell she got these fucking videos. They were definitely the kind of things that would have a single sentence entry on the InfoSphere Movie Database.

Though, to be fair, finding cheesy movies wasn’t Ami’s only skill. The young girl - an orphan who had adopted each of the others as her personal friend - was a stick thin teenager, with a thin spread of freckles on her olive-brown face. Her eyes came to a pair of slender folds, while her hair ranged in color from a haze of rainbow colors to pale as white depending on her mood. Today, she was favoring her natural black, with a single streak of white to accentuate her bangs. The only thing that Ami wasn’t proud of was her teeth - but that may have been due to the braces glinting on them.

But that didn’t stop her from grinning. Nothing really could, it seemed.

“Mmm, I’m gonna go with Skimshaw. Looks artistic.” Hana said. The young android grinning playfully as she laid back on her bean bag chair. Hana claimed on different days to be either the former concubine of a long dead king, a decommissioned combat droid, an assassin robot, or spontaneously generated from nearby scrap. None of her friends pressed her on it. Hana’s eyes whirred as she looked at the buxom elf appraisingly, her blue skin highlighted by the red neon lights in lines in her skin and her glowing red eyes, pressing back her blueish black hair as she nodded sagely. “Probably a deep and engaging plot.”

Ami giggled. “One for Skimshaw!” She said, nodding sagely.

“If Skrimshaw has a deep plot I’ll eat my spell cache,” Rakain said, arching a bony eyebrow. The huge vesk sprawled across two bean bags. The only vesk in the group, Rakain was made all the bigger by comparison to the others. Ami was short, Hana was short, Sam and Nora weren’t tall. But Rakain? He was close to seven feet tall. Muscle bulged under his green scales and his wide muzzled head split with a huge grin as he spoke. “I vote Rasputin.”

His finger caressed a metal choker with the symbol of Desna, which hung around his neck. His spell cache – being a Vesk didn’t mean he wasn’t smart enough to master magic.

“Our lovable lizardman says: Lacks literary...” Ami paused, sticking her tongue out of the corner of her mouth. “ ... legacy! One for Razzy!” She looked expectantly at her other friends – Sam and Nora.

A near pass for Ami’s elder, Nora sat with both of her legs crossed near the generator. A few cables lead from it to her false right arm while a visual display lit up on the human’s wrist. Dark hair framed her face and hung low as she stared down at the readouts on her arm lips mouthing phrases and numbers. A small little mechanical robot that looked like a blend between plastic and a small mammal skittered about on the ground near Nora as she tinkered. She finally tore her gaze up from the display in order to return to reality, “Uh? Uh, one with the pretty blonde?” She asked in confused while gesturing with her true hand toward Scrimshaw.”

Sam, meanwhile, was doing her best impression of a jellyfish by sitting in the beanbag chair, attempting to be as boneless as possible.

“Deep.” She commented with massive sarcasm and tapped the helmet that was at the side of the chair. Her collection of gear was sitting in a pile next to her, the upper half of her armor in that pile as she enjoyed lounging about. Sam was the only member of the group who had a job even close to her skill set. Rakain worked at a local tinkerers shop, despite studying magic. Hana livestreamed – what she remained semi-coy on. Nora worked on the various engineering problems that faced Rustpoint.

Sam?

Sam was a guard. She actually was trusted with a gun by the town sheriff.

“I should vote Rasputin-” Sam teased, proving that trust might have been misplaced. “But this storm likely isn’t going to be up soon enough so we get to see both. Let’s see what sort of Artsy has Hana hooked- Skrimshaw.”

“Sorry Rankin...” Ami said, pouting at the huge vesk, then turning and walking over to the console. As if in a deliberate attempt to test her friends, Ami bent forward to operate the ancient video console. Modern ones just streamed straight from the infosphere, but this one actually took primitive disks, chips, tapes and other esoterica, often from kludged together attachments that hung together more with duct tape and hope than from any kind of actual design.

Doing so tightened Ami’s short shorts - the kind of thing her adoptive mother would not approve of her wearing outside - across her pert, heart shaped rear. Ami made a production of sliding the chip in - sneakily glancing back over her shoulder with all the subtly of a Absalom stage performer. As she wiggled her hips from side to side, her necklace slipped from between her smallish breasts – dangling in the air.

That got her to act quickly. She tucked the necklace into her shirt again. The small disk had been found with Ami when she was a mere baby, and her adoptive mother said it was the only clue as to who Ami’s parents were. Not that it had helped so far.

“Whoo hoo! Machine superiority!” She said, holding out a hand to Nora for a high five. “You will both be remembered when your machine overlords take our rightful place as rulers.”

Nora glanced from Ami after a moments distraction to Hana, “Machine overlords? I’m like a century away from anything like that,” She said in confusion while returning the high five with her false one, glowing displaying flickering wit the movement.

Hana snickered, “Don’t worry, when we take over your efforts will be recognized and your full conversion will come.” She nodded, “And I promise I’ll do my best to get the rest of you choice positions in the pleasure domes.”

“I will wait for that day, and bribe Nora for a show.” Sam teased with a smirk, her eyes locked onto that nicely shaped rump and let Ami see her staring brazenly. The undersuit to her armor was zipped open and the upper half laid sprawled along the bean bag, leaving her in her tank top.

Ami, standing, turned to face the others. “Okay, someone hit the lights!” She pointed. “Someone else-”

“Amiiiiiiiiko!”

The voice of Bentha, Ami’s adoptive mother, came up the stairs leading into the room, echoing slightly.

“What, Mom?” Ami called back.

“You guys aren’t watching dirty movies up there, are you?” Bentha sounded suspicious.

Meanwhile, the menu screen on the CRT-TV showed the play option, the chapter option, the special features, and a running series of clips from the movie. The first of which was a blond haired elf getting her top ripped open in astounding resolution. Considering the TV.

Rakain glanced at Ami, saying nothing, just arching his bony eyebrow another half inch higher.

“Nope!” Hana called to the older woman cheerfully, then lowering her voice she said, “We’re about to, but we currently are not!”

“You know that I don’t approve of that trash!” Bentha sounded furious, making the android start. Clearly, she hadn’t quite taken into account the astounding acuity of a halfling’s ears. Bentha’s feet started to clatter on the floor downstairs, her voice sounding as if she was coming closer.

Ami glared at Hana, then blushed furiously at Rakin.

“Hannaaaaaaa!” Ami whined.

Hana spread her hands wide – as if to say: Hey, not my fault!

“It’s almost like she is psychic,” Sam whispered and chuckled. Then, raising her voice and cupping one hand around her mouth: “It’s actually a slasher flick Ms. Woodwillow!”

“I heard what you said!” Miss Bentha Woodwise stuck her head into the room. She was, as some people said, a MILF. She was about thirty, maybe forty years old. For a halfling, that wasn’t actually middle aged, as odd as that might seem to the humans in the room. Her hair was wavy and brown and her face was severe as she glared at the menu screen, which was showing another scene where the blond elf got her boddice ripped off, this time by what seemed to be a werewolf.

Ami shifted slightly to the side and covered the screen. “Come onnnn, mom!” she whined.

Bentha looked skeptically at the other youths.

Hana smiled, “It’s a murder mystery! It’s a tale of death and deceit, or murder most foul, and the efforts of a clever man attempting to stop a wicked killer before it’s too late!” She said, flaring out her fingers dramatically.

“With supernatural baddies.” Sam added, nodding sagely.

“The designers just thought that having a garbage main screen would sell more copies,” Nora tagged on as she leaned back against the generator.

Bentha slowly frowned. “Well...” she said, sounding reluctant. “So long as you don’t do any drugs...” She muttered, slowly starting to retreat back down the hatch. As she left, Ami sighed, then flopped herself down on as many bean bags as possible. Her belly went over Rankin’s lap, her feet ended up near Hana, and her head was pressed against the small of Sam’s back.

“Mrurhrhghghghgble,” Ami groaned.

Hana looked over Ami’s body to Rakain and wiggled her eyebrows. Quite articulate, she seemed to say.

Nora watched Bentha go, wait a few moments before mumbling and slipping out a small little baggie to peer inside, “How’d she...”

Hana snickered slightly, playing with Ameiko’s feet, “Good times shall commence!” She said cheerfully, wiggling her fingers and tapping the start button on the player as soon as Bentha was gone. Ami squeaked, squirmed, writhed. But she didn’t actually yank her feet free.

“We’re watching Rasputin after this is done,” Rakain grumbled, leaning back on the couch and resting a hand on the small of Ami’s back. His palm caused Ami to stiffen slightl, her cheeks turning bright red.

“No complaints here Rakain. Though Ami, if you keep that up I’m going to roll over.” Sam noted. Only Hana really knew what that threat meant.

“But Rakain! Titties! You’ve got to appreciate titties!” Hana said playfully. She redoubled her assult on Ami’s toes. Ami squirmed and squeaked, then giggled, then manage to jerk herself up as the movie started to play. Her palm slapped down in a place in the center of Rankin’s lap and suddenly the blushing human girl was seated on a free beanbag as the movie started to play - the tinny audio of the ominous theme filling the room. Only Rakin knew that, for one moment, his friend’s palm has cupped his thick, semi-hard Vesk cock.

Rakain, controlling his blush in a way only a scaled man could, scooted Ami to the side, allowing him to get a view of the movie on the screen.

“I think there is a supply-demand thing when it comes to Titties though.” Sam whispered as the movie started.

Hana blinked. She looked over at Sam. “Your theory intrigues me and I request more information.”

Baggie tucked away Nora moved to get comfortable on a smaller pillow, laying her head on it while her drone curled up on her stomach. “Agreed. Pontificate,” she whispered.

“The more frequently or easily a nice pair of breasts are available, without an increasing demand of instances to see said nice pairs of breasts- either by sex drive or by more people, the demand to see a new pair of breasts declines.” Sam said, her head craned up to see the movie before she slid her arms under herself to prop her up.

Rakain, only listening to the breast conversation with half a hearing diaphragm, moved his hands to Ami’s thighs, not saying a word about her hand wandering between his legs. A languid grin curled up the corners of his mouth. Ami blushed, hard, then gently took a hold of Rankin’s hand - stopping it on her thigh as she looked at him, her cheeks incandescent. Despite the gentle motion, Ami’s nipples were still hard enough to cut glass, peeking out of her shirt.

Rakain glanced at her. He grinned.

Ami blushed even harder – but smiled slightly at him. Meanwhile, the movie was still going through the intro credits.

“I don’t know ... I think a nice enough pair of breasts will always have some base level of demand,” Hana said, frowning as she looked at Sam. “I mean, yes, they will not be AS demanded if they’re bouncing freely all the time, but depending on the quality of the breast there will always be a relatively high level of demand, if only for aesthetic value.” She nodding as she spoke, continuing to casually massage Ami’s feet. The intro credits faded and the scene showed some teens arriving at a summer camp via a shuttlecraft.

Ami squirmed, clearly a bit stunned at being felt up by her friends - but she kept herself quiet as the conversation about breasts went on over the really shockingly wooden dialog between the teens on the screen as they dragged luggage off their shuttle.

“I could live in a world of freely bouncing breasts,” Nora remarked while half looking up at the show. “Small, big. Don’t think it would decline.”

“There is also the fact that at a certain point making breasts less available will actually have a damaging effect on the desire to see them as it becomes less and less likely,” Hana said, moving her finger up her nose as it to push up a phantom pair of glasses. “If you believe you only have a less than one percent chance of seeing breasts, it becomes less of a tangible desire and more a fantasy beyond realization, therefore giving it a considerably smaller foothold on a person’s mind.”

Sam chuckled. “I think you are talking about the overall market and desire to see breasts, which is true.” She noted after a pause, just long enough to hear how bad the dialog of the movie was.

“Man, Castrovel is so pretty this ... time of ... the year,” one of the teens said. Sam picked up some popcorn from the communal bowl and threw it at the screen, before continuing her breastonomic lecture.

“The theory I am speaking of refers to an individual in their personal saturation of, in this case, breasts. The more easily or frequently one person can see a pair of breasts, the less desire they would have towards a new pair of breasts introduced into that pool as they would be leaning to what they feel familiar to and not seeing a value into the effort to see the new pair,” Sam said.

Ami, whose cheeks were even brighter red, threw up her hands. “Guys!” she said, laughing. “Maybe I should have just gotten a porno!” She giggled, quietly. “I mean, at least a horror movie wait before- oh, uh, there are some titties.”

The Lantashu bimbo character had stripped off her top and was going skinny dipping, while a heavy breathing sound came over the soundtrack. It was clear she was in mortal peril.

“Titties.” Nora droned, holding her arms up in response to Ami and the film both.

“Why have the breathing on the soundtrack?” Rakain said, slowly lowering his hands off Ami’s thighs. “It’s mixed terribly and it’s distracting as hell.”

Sam chuckled, her eyes having not left the movie since it started. “Because it is supposed to be bad, Rakain.”

“This breast thing depends entirely on the individual. I personally feel that if moments before the sun burns out I am given the option to see a new pair of quality breasts, I will still be plenty eager to see them.” Hana smirked, “And I would actually maybe like a porno more.” She giggled, “It’s an anticipation trick.” She said, engaging several conversations at once and still continuing to play with Ami’s feet despite Ami’s constant attempts to escape.

“I think it’s the bad guy...” Ami whispered as the camera slowly started to draw closer and closer to the skinny dipping girl. She splashed up, her breasts filling the frame as she brushed her hands along her hair, her antennas dripping with water...

And then the monster leaped onto her. She screamed and a knife flashed across the screen, then the scene cut away.

“Of course the bimbo dies first!” Ami said, then grabbed some popcorn from the bowl she had left out. “Boo!” She threw it at the screen.

“If you want the bimbo to not die first, then make her a Vesk,” Rakain remarked. “We’d kick the ass of anything that tried.” He waved a hand in the air, the sharpness of his claws highlighted in the light from the screen.

“Says the nerrrrrd,” Ami said, giggling and sticking out her tongue.

“Of course the bimbo dies first!” Hana said, pausing in her feet playing to grab some popcorn. It was a well known fact that androids still needed to eat. Apparently. Being a semi-magical construct had its strange rules “It’s assailing the very concept that bimbos are inherently the sexiest women available. We all know that a good personality, clever intellect, AND a rockin’ pair of tits is the ideal ... and ... I just thought a vesk horror movie must be kind of awesome.” She giggled.

“Hana- are you saying you would rather see a fresh pair of breasts instead of my own?” Sam teased as the murder scene was shown on screen, or rather just off screen. “Ami, I would be disappointed if she didn’t go first. Tropes to adhere too. I am disappointed that we haven’t seen the wolf yet. Also, remember: The virgin survives.”

“I don’t think Vesk and Bimbo can end up in the same sentence,” Nora snorted, reaching out with a leg to give Rakain a friendly nudge. “At least the scene ended with a good bounce before the end.

“On the subject of Vesk bimbos, there was that girl down at the general store,” Ami said, grinning at Nora. “What was her name?”

Rainbow Scales. She liked dying her scales. And she had definitely had a boob job.

Nora ended up blowing out a raspberry in response as she pet her drone. “Okay, maybe her.”

“You fleshlings are so limited.” Hana said, grinning playfully. “Of course Vesk and Bimbo can go into the same sentence! Observe: ‘The vesk found himself utterly unable to tolerate the bimbo and so left to find a better quality woman.’”

Meanwhile, the scene on the screen shifted to a nerdy human boy with glasses, speaking to an android. “I do not understand these e-mo-tions...” The android said, her voice not quite a monotone. Rather, she sounded a bit like someone who couldn’t believe she was being asked to read these lines. She wasn’t a very good actor.

“I’ve hacked microchips that could act better than that!” Rakain said. Deciding to join in with the popcorn throwing, he tossed a few kernels at the screen. They bounced off the CRT-TV. A loud gag slipped out of Nora who even mimed leaning over to the side with an overplayed ‘vomit’ noise.

“By the gods that’s racist!” Hana scowled, putting her hands on her hips. “If we do not end up seeing her in at LEAST a fellatio scene I’m contacting the makers of this film with my protest!”

Sam, meanwhile, seemed to have taken the depths of the acting quality in stride. She shifted herself about to reseat herself on her rear, sinking into the bag in a manner more comfortable to watch and laugh at the movie. Ami giggled quietly, then picked up a handfull of popcorn and jammed it into her mouth. Meanwhile, the nerd boy made a quiet ‘nyhay’ noise and adjusted his amazingly thick glasses.

“I, uh, got a program I can show you, heh, yeah...” he said, nodding eagerly.

“Shuviror?” Ami said around her popcorn. She swallowed. “Taking all bets on the Android Girl!”

“Five minutes!” Rakain said, thrusting his hand into the popcorn bowl. “Nerd gets it in five minutes!”

“3 minutes on the nerd dy- dammit Rakain.” Sam cursed. “I am betting the Android survives the movie. Invoking the virgin trope.”

“Got a five minutes on the nerd, whole movie for the robot girl!” Ami said, then picked up another handful, jamming it into her mouth.

“She is, of course, the only logical choice for survivor.” Hana grinned playfully. Her hands went back to the important task of playing with Ami’s toes, causing the other girl to squirm.

“It’s hooooorible,” Nora groaned, following by laughter. “I only hope we get to, at least, see her topless too...”

Ami wiggling her toes, as if trying to escape Hana’s grasp. “Why is everyone soooo sure the android isn’t going to get freaky?” she asked, grinning as the android and her best friend - a shirren girl - started to unpack in their cabin of the summer camp. The view once more switched to the monster’s POV - heavy breathing filled the room. Rakain mimed the heavy breathing to a comedic extent, doing it right in Ami’s ear to guage her reaction.

“Booo on the virgin trope!” Hana grumbled, “I was built without a hymen because I was crafted to be a superior being...” She grumbled. “Fuck off, monster! There is the chance of lesbian sex if you just piss off!”

“Oh, she is going to about to get something happen to her with someone, and the monster is going to stop it- put the assaulter of her purity out of the picture.” Sam explained. “Not spoilers, just genre.”

“Booooo!” Hana called out, holding her hand up to increase her volume. As Sam and Hana spoke, Ami giggled and squirmed, then punched Rankin in the chest. “Eee!” she gasped. “God, with ears and toes, I am so thanking Desna’s titties that I am not ticklish!” She laughed, then bit her lip, drawing her hand away from Rankin’s chest - her punch having harmed the huge vesk about as much as a gnat landing on him. Her palm had felt the thick muscles under his shirt, though.

Meanwhile, the android on the screen was taking the luggage to the nerd’s room. He plugged a jack into her ear after a bit of convincing, then uploaded a program ... and the android’s eyes went out of focus. The nerd licked his lips with clear delight, typing far too quickly on a keyboard to be sending anything other than gibberish. The android fizzited, then slid her shirt off and over her head, revealing her perky, grey-white tits.

“Really?” Rakina protested. “Come on, dude, that’s just cheating!”

“Hooray.” Hana said in a flat voice. “At least we’re getting a nice rape scene in...” She grumbled. “Why can’t exploitation be fun exploitation?”

“Yes!” Nora remarked, arms shooting up into the air again. At everyone’s look, she added. “Hey, I’m cheering titties, that is all.”

The monster bust into the room, then - it was some kind of gross mass of rotting flesh like a zombie as designd by someone with too much imagination. Their knife plunged into the nerd’s throat and gore sprayed onto the camera. The android’s cable was yanked free and she screamed and ran, her breasts lovingly framed by the camera.

“ ... have you seen this movie before?” Ami asked, glaring at Sam.

Nora’s arms remained in their cheer pose, as if the whole point of the scene for her simply boiled down to pretty android boobies.

“Whoo hoo! Creepy boy gets exactly what he deserves!” Hana threw up her arms in victory, joining Nora’s stance.

“Nice camera work,” Rakain commented dryly.

“Nope- it’s just that badly written.” Sam beamed. “Come on, virgin trope and they stated the robot-chick was emotionless. They telegraphed it from a mile away! Though really, I hope she trips and loses the pants.” She licked her lips.

“You are disgusting,” Ami said, giggling. The android wasn’t tripped. The monster actually tackled her and she kicked her way free, still screaming, revealing her tight white panties, with a heart stenciled over her rear. She was crawling away, the monster looming over her-

When the screen cut to a blue-white test pattern and a loud whirr filled the air. A moment later, a stern looking human behind a newscaster desk appeared.

“This is an emergency bulletin for all settlers living in the Thesnenma Desert region of Akiton,” he said, his voice serious. “A report has reached the Stewards that a gang of goblins - called the Licktoad Tribe - has recently found or stolen a cache of high explosives, fragmentation grenades, and military grade laser weapons. They have embarked on raids on merchant caravans across the Thesnenma Desert, and appear to be located within the Dustchoke Shipswamp.”

The map that flashed up showed a view of the region near Rustpoint - including the largest chunk of the ship graveyard. It was called a swamp because the dust was so thin and so deep that it effectively acted like a marsh. It was a dangerous place ... but apparently, not well picked over by scavengers due to the monsters living within.

“The Stewards, notedly understaffed for the area have put up a two hundred credit bounty per goblin slain by local militia or adventurers,” the newscaster continued.

Ami sat bolt upright, her eyes wide as saucers.

The service message cut off and Ami hit pause on the movie - freezing the frame with the android’s= butt in it.

“Guys...” she said, springing to her feet. “Guys! Are you thinking what I’m thinking!?”

“That’s an amazing butt, yes.” Nora said, doing her best to look around Ami. Her drone was doing the same, its litte head equipped with camera trying to snap images that didn’t get blocked.

“I think so, Ami. But where are we going to get fifty pounds of grease, two monkeys, and a pair of bolas this time of night?” Hana asked, beaming.

“That the heart on the panties was too much?” Sam asked as she begrudgingly pulled herself up out of the beanbag chair and started to zip up her suit, and get dressed back into her armor. There was a lot of her to get into the suit – Sam, once she stood, was nearly six feet tall, and the only girl in the room who came close to Rakain.

Rakain looked at everyone else in the room. “Okay, I want to go on record that I agree with Nora.”

Ami grabbed a bit of popcorn, then threw it at Nora. Then she grabbed more and threw it at Hana - the popcorn pelted Nora’s face and chest. Meanwhile, Hana was able to open her mouth and catch her popcorn easily, getting no grease on her.

“Noooo, guys!” Ami groaned. “We can earn enough credits to get out of this freaking no horse town! We can go to Absalom Station! Or buy our own ship! We can have an adventure!”

Rakain’s face lit up - as much as a Vesk’s face could. “I’m sold!”

“Yes!” Ami pumped her fist happily.

Hana snickered slightly, “Isn’t there a bit of a dust storm that will get in the way at the moment?” She said curiously. “Also- wait, shit! My main combat spell only affects thinking beings! It’s useless on goblins!”

Ami snorted. “We’d go after the storm, obvs.” She said, sticking her tongue out at Hana.

“Well, not selling me so much on the adventure part.” Sam teased as she was clicking her armored torso into place. “But I can follow for most of that train of thought. And it wouldn’t be the first goblin I’ve killed.”