[center][h2][b]Praxis - Big White Room[/b][/h2][/center]
Already put to work? It seems the biped was more desperate than Kosnitch initially thought. He remained silent as the Praxis rattled off the details of their first mission. They were to be sent off to some dead speck of land to chase after some inter-dimensional thieves. They had looted something in concerns to the places technology. An odd thing to be interested in, considering they had access to inter-dimensional travel.  Unless, of course, they acquired it from another.  And asking that would lead to more questions that he- he corrected himself, they. He'd need to get into the habit now he was in a group. It would lead to questions that they presently didn't have time for. And things that didn't bear relevance to the task at hand. Kosnitch hoped that they wouldn't be thrust into another assignment immediately after this one's completion. Kosnitch caught himself. Assignment. Focus.

 'These bandits. Their armaments? Weaponry, protection, equipment?' asked Kosnitch, addressing the Praxis.

He hadn't forgotten the second part of Praxis's closing line either. He gave the surrounding group another once over. They were still highly colourful. Literally and figuratively, Kosnitch realised in dry amusement. The majority appeared to be armed, but being unfamiliar with their technologies, they could all have flash lights strapped to their hips. Others still had weapons of a primitive appearance. Which probably meant they were using magic. Kosnitch hated that stuff. One had a spear where the stabby bit was glowing quite brightly. He'd have to remember to keep away from that kill magnet. The other had a sword and a standard. They weren't making a light show. He appreciated that part. Still, it lacked any indication of what they did. Hopefully they weren't just two sharp, shaped bits of shine shell. At least he could be certain that the large, alien shelled bipedal host would be serviceable in combat, if only due to its size. If nothing else, it gave any anti-armour weaponry a more attractive target than he was.

And he could speculate all day and achieve nothing. One of the rabble had already spoken up. A flesh skinned one wearing a...human bipeds wore them.  Hadn't passersby talked about them before? Dresses, that was their name, Kosnitch recalled. She was wearing one of those. Her name was Elune Terminus. And she was supposedly an alchemist. He'd never heard the term before. It sounded archaic. Regardless, she could supposedly abstractly heal people and attack with explosives. An odd mix of field medic and grenadier? She hardly looked the part, but not everyone was always on duty. She'd have to make her specify. And keep his distance from her during combat. Who could tell how enthusiastic she would be about hurling explosives or messing with his host's biological workings.

Kosnitch began talking, panning his head to look at each of them in turn as he addressed the congregation.

'I' am Kosnitch of clan Yovun, an agent of the Zoolith-Korth Coalition. It seems we will encounter combat. In such scenario's, I' am capable if armed. If the rest of you could recite your names and capabilities, that would be appreciated.'

He turned his head towards Elune, lifting his lower arm to point a finger at her.

'You have already recited. Thank you. An alchemist capable of healing and explosions, yes? Could you please specify through what means are these capabilities achieved, and to how great an effect?'