[center][h2][color=f7941d]Zoe Theseum[/color][/h2][/center]

[@Kumbaris] [@DracoLunaris] [@King Cosmos]
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As she listened to the captain, Zoe's relief and curiosity grew in equal measures. An icy mountain hm? How icy? Were they sitting on a glacier? Is that what this entire planet looked like? Or was it a mountain like the one in her home colony? With the cold only near it's peaks? Did they happen upon the only mountain range for millions of miles? Was it a small island they were lucky enough to hit, the rest of the planet a blue marble like the one they all descend from? 

Zoe gave a salute, happy to follow orders and grab a shower at the first given chance; but much like a student watching their principle have a one sided conversation with a parent, that hope changed to apprehension. Despite this she couldn't help but latch on to the way the captain spoke. 

"Watchu need?" 

The crack of a smile forming at it faltering when the question of threat appeared. 

In a sudden whirlwind, the three of them were following their intrepid leader up and towards the bridge. The urgency of it all putting a flutter in her stomach. 

Almost daring a question among all the noise, Zoe received her answer. Far in the distance, enough that their scale was hard to ascertain, flew the stuff of legends. A trifecta of dragons, among the mountain tops. 

Straight up dragons. Like from movies and books and shit. 

Despite the new buzzing of the crew; following orders, readying for an assault, Zoe couldn't free herself from a train of thought. 

[i][color=f7941d]"Creatures that big would need a ton of food, carnivorous or not. That means ample life around. What mechanism do they breath fire with? Do they breath fire at all? Or would they breath fire, lightning and water? Ice maybe? If they are different in that way, interesting that they group together. My god are they pack animals?"[/color][/i] 

A near graze from a deckhand knocked her back into reality. The captain was asking Q-T to try and speak with them. Speak with them. That was a whole other can of worms she hadn't considered. Zoe set her eyes on Q-T, some worry filling her now. It made sense to send someone unappetizing as an envoy, but it felt a little wrong in some mysterious way too.  

Again that feeling of being unequipped for a task arose. Zoe suddenly felt very in the way here; like a tree had suddenly sprouted in the middle of a construction zone. 

Building up courage for a moment, and feeling the coarseness of her overalls in her grip, Zoe spoke up.

[color=f7941d]"Captain? Anything I can do?"[/color]

She was almost sure the answer would be no, and she was unsure if that was the answer she wanted. 

Trying to talk to a dragon would be a fascinating way to go.