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Arra had been kind of ignorant to how the land walking aliens had done hunting initially and as a result had initially gone out on her own to the closest planet to Aquaria that wasn’t populated and just started seeing if she could hunt things. It had turned out there was a very good reason as to why people did not live there and she had lost a hand to a horde of vengeful giant ant-like wildlife. It was the doctor who had replaced it that told her about the GAHL and, after getting her hands on some slightly more modern equipment, she had wasted no time in signing up. Looking back on it, it was lucky she was not in space jail for poaching or dead. She had done a lot of reading while she had been getting used to that new hand, and was confident she knew what she was doing now. 

Now she was rather awkwardly laying across a couple of the seats in the passenger room like one of those french girls, as her body did not take well to biped designed chairs. They gave her cramp and she would sometimes fall out of them. Still, she was excited to be here and was looking forwards to working with this motley crew of landwalkers.

She activated her 4 waist mounted robotic tentacle limbs and sued them to stand, carrying her body in such a way that her tail was just above the ground. It wasn’t the fastest angle for getting around, but she found bipeds appreciated her being orientated the same was as they were. Looking like you were laying on your back or belly while talking to them seemed to come off as rude.

She had most of her possessions with her on the Fauld she wore around her waist, her supply kit was round the back and the harpoon and dart guns were on either side in holsters. Her only other possessions where the glaive she had strapped to her back (its blade carefully covered by a plastic sheath to avoid accidents) and a small suitcase containing all the things an Aquarian would need to make landlocked accommodation more comfortable. This primarily consisted of an inflatable swimming pool and a load of salt. She also had a couple of pills that would let her use a swimming pool without being poisoned by the chlorine and freshwater, if they had one that was. She hoped so, she relay didn't want to suffer from muscle atrophy in her tail as a result of lack of use.

With her things all gathered she made her way out of the craft after Quinn, the undulating stride of her mobility harness carrying her effortlessly along the corridors of the station.