A diplomatic mission

[Evo]

Pygmy glances around at the half circle of gathered troops and grunts, glancing over at the one greeting him. Unfortunate that they actually need this deal, he'd prefer not to deal with foreigners at all. Times are tough, so he'd suck up his displeasure and put on his best, yet slightly grim, smile.

"Afternoon, uh, senor. Name's Pygmy, tossed my old one aside a long time ago." He glances around, shrugging at him as if there's nothing more he can think of to say at that moment. Pausing, he continues. "Lancehead assured me ya lot wouldn't be shootin' him, an' it seems we haven't gotten any comms back from 'im recently. He drunk an' festerin' in some corner or what?" Blinking, he realizes he forgot to state the proper formalities. "Oh, ahm. Pygmy, Supreme Commander of the Xeno Alliance. Death Adder has had some.. circumstances complicatin' his position so I've taken over and whatnot." He nods, offering a rather half-effort bow but manages to give the man a convincing grin.

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