~~ Meanwhile, in The Docking Bays, Some Unimportant Exposition shit was going on, so we'll cut to when Maarcuu re-enters the fray. For now, here's a picture of a Duck in a Tuxedo
Now, Back to the Boy-Girl-Cat Animantia we all know and love ~~Maarcuu was at a loss for words. The information he had just gained from his hour of undercover investigation was excellent! He needed to inform the others immediately about what he had learned: everything about the Starship that was offered for the race, about the bounty on his head, and the "Boonta Lueiag Race" being held on Level 8 in three days. However, when he arrived at Zuzen's apartment again, he found the place empty and void of any life forms. Maarcuu was entirely confused and worried that his friends had seemingly disappeared without a trace, but then he remembered about the Dual-Homing Device he had programmed into a certain little droid. Thank god HK-55 had gone with the others. Quickly activating the tracer, Maarcuu discovered they were inside of a clinic owned by some doctor named Valentine. After asking around for a while, he finally found the building and burst through the doors. He smiled as he saw all of his friends again, but frowned when he saw a rather ugly looking woman with scars on her face, a man that immediately reminded him of a medical officer, and some asshole in a suit of armour who seemed to be bleeding. Shrugging his shoulders at the others, Maarcuu rushed over to the people he knew, removing his helmet as he spoke.
"Everyone! Maarcuu has news! Incredible news! News about... Wait, is that gunfire? What the hell happened while Maarcuu was gone?" the Animantia said with a grin before he remembered that he was a wanted man. Quickly whipping his head around to the others, he raised his hands defensively as exclaimed
"Oh! Right! Uh... Maarcuu isn't Maarcuu.. Maarcuu is Jar'Ulah, Bounty Hunter of the Laurentian System. Pay no attention to Jar'Ulah referring to Jar'Ulah as Maarcuu. Maarcuu is Jar'Ulah's.... Cousin."HK-55 beeped somewhere in the corner of the room, seemingly trying to communicate something to the group. However, this had been going on for the entire fight, so most had assumed the droid was either had serious circuit-damage, or was freaking out that combat had arisen. Rolling it's eyestalk as nobody paid attention to it again, the small android began to wheel away from the group. As it passed Maarcuu, HK-55 beeped something that, when analyzed rhythmically by the right equipment, sounded awfully like the Galactic Common phrase "Fuck this shit". The droid then parked itself over by an electronic trashcan and began to beep as if it were having a conversation.
Maarcuu turned his head away from the events concerning the droid and said to the group,
"Jar'Ulah has found a ship! The ship that was taken from (---)! Rectja Tyrr is offering the ship as a prize for the "Boonta Lueiag" Speeder Race being held in three days on Level 8: the Garbage District of Norrux Mirugal. If we can win that race, we can get the ship back and leave Norrux Mirugal forever! Although, Maar-Jar'Ulah, has discovered a bit of an issue. Apparently, Rectja Tyrr has a blockade surrounding Norrux Mirugal, preventing any ship from leaving or entering the planet. Jar'Ulah fears that Rectja Tyrr is searching for any Anamantia resembling Cousin Maarcuu, and has gone to extreme limits to prevent Cousin Maarcuu's escape..." As Maarcuu finished explaining what he had discovered, he noticed the odd looks on each of their faces.
"What?"