IC: With all the new company, Sturg decided it was time to head elsewhere in the factory. He charged off down the corridor...he came across another group, but including a bunch of those Vykker things. They seemed to be conversing with some others quite well. He kept his distance and watched for now. They didn't seem so bad from over here. He needed to get closer, when the oppurtunity presented itself, and into that room.
"A...native? Why would they want to come here? What reasons would they have? At least he isn't armed anymore...can I keep this, sirs?" Slash said, waving the club around and swinging it at non-existant enemies. "Also, how would we recognise him, now he isn't wearing his usual clothes anymore?"
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