Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-29461586-20150423074053/@comment-4363162-20150502154800

So this is what humans call boredom, pondered the drone. Without anything to do, it had perched on the roof of the inn, disguised as a bird's nest. Hour after hour had passed, and the only data it had gathered was the daily routine of the local drunk.

The couple from before was peculiar; self-sacrifice, the act of the male, was an act the Fleet had still not managed to fully understand, and it would be an interesting observation. But there were more pressing things to mind.

For example, the army sweeping through the streets below...