[color=6ecff6]"Well, that was more information than I was planning to share,"[/color] Ceraun replied to Vropda, a grin evident on her face. She shrugged towards their General, as if saying "what can ya do?" before turning back to the scholar. [color=6ecff6]"Perhaps I should ask you the same questions, seeing that we are new in this quadrant. I do not know of many races that manipulate the very forces of gravity. Impressive! As for myself, my name is Ceraun, one of the last of my race. My origins matter little, as my world has since fallen to its end, a fate that we should have seen coming for eons. Our foolishness destroyed us, and there is little left. 

"I am Oujavu. Pleased to meet you."[/color]

Ceraun gave a short bow, one hand placed on her forehead perpendicularly, a sign of respect from her people. The insinuation was likely clear to a researcher, and Ceraun hoped this piece of culture would add to his collection. However, her bow was interrupted by a shout in the distance. [color=fff200]"I DIDN'T DO IT!"[/color] came the interruption, and Ceraun straightened before glancing in his direction, barely catching a glimpse of the man darting around a corner. [color=6ecff6]"I see little reason to give chase,"[/color] she spoke up. [color=6ecff6]"Unless you say otherwise, General. My jetpack is fueled and at the ready."[/color]

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