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Planet Designation: Agrestic Status: Terrestrial, Q-class. Non-sentient life: Extensive agricultural flora and livestock. Natural habitats have been entirely eliminated Semi-Sentient Life: None. Sentient Life: Population 18 billion. Variety of races due to history of heavy immigration from neighboring universes. Dominant race Kanil, although representatives claim no species-based discrimination exists on planet. Water: 80% of the planet's surface. Climate: Varied. Current location is warm and moderately humid, average temperature 60 degrees Farenheit. Regular rain seasons. Landscape: Mountains, plains and oceans. No deserts. All terrain has been terraformed for maximum productivity. Air: Type I (breathable) Sky: Red. Warnings: Daligig not permitted within Agrestican territory. Mission: Shore leave and refueling.

As Stacy's shuttles bring the crew down, they're treated to the sights of massive mountains to dwarf even the mightiest Earth mountain range and golden, green and purple grain fields that take up more space than some entire civilizations have managed to colonize. The shuttles finally settle at the primary port city, Rura, which is ideally situated near and equidistant to a sprawling ocean, the base of a mountain range and a swath of farmland.

The people of Agrestic, including humans, Helians, Kanil, and plenty of other races, are for the most part hard at work and rushing from place to place. Very few pay much attention to Stacy's shuttles, as travelers stopping at this city and incredibly commonplace. Those that aren't working are relaxing, unencumbered by technological gadgets - while the technology here is very advanced, it seems primarily used to aid workers in their duties, and not for leisure. Fresh produce brought into the market is scanned by tiny mechanical beetles that inspect each piece for defects, but the children are more likely to be playing with sticks and rocks than anything else.

The crew exits the shuttles to find themselves at a large air-port like building, which opens up to a farmer's market and a strip of restaurants. As they exit the shuttles, some of the human port workers apologize for any inconvenience.

"We're sorry you couldn't bring the whole ship down, but the Truce specifically forbids Daligig to enter our airspace. You're lucky we managed to get clearance for shuttles of Daligig make to come in!" they say, before rushing off to help the next arrivals.

To return to the ship, a crew member may enter a shuttle and the autopilot will zip them back up to Stacy's underbelly. The crew may make as many trips back and forth as they like.

[OOC: This post itself will be for interactions with NPCs. Please do not set up subthreads in this post unless you are an NPCer. If you would like to create a new location on Agrestic, or do an open/closed log on the shore leave, please set up your own log. This will make it easier for our NPCers to know where they're needed.]

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"Aye, and I'd like to hear about those suicide missions as well." Because that was sounding a bit too close to something he had gone through for his liking...although, like Ian, the notion wasn't about to put Jamie off his food.

"Er, if you'll not mind telling us somewhat about them. Do they do that to everyone they...ah, work with?"

"As far as we know." Basil's tail lashes back and forth, knocking a book off the shelf - he looks embarrassed and picks it back up.

"The Truce is still in effect, unless something happened in the ten minutes since I've seen the paper. It started because they had a habit of giving faulty information to our generals to use our warriors as decoys, rather than letting our soldiers make an informed decision to die. Naturally, they never risked their beloved Kessek in these battles."

She smiled at the book falling from the shelf. It must be difficult having a tail at times. Especially with everything in such close proximity.

"Kessek...they're the lizard-guards which stand about nearby the Daligig's quarters, aren't they?" Barbara asked Jamie and Ian.

Ian nodded at Barbara's question. "I don't like the sound of that." It made him wonder what the Daligag were going to do to them.

Jamie nods as well. "Aye, they are."

As for the rest of things? Faulty information sounds all too familiar to him, and while Barbara may have smiled at the book falling, Jamie's expression is deadly serious. "Would this faulty information be, oh, say...something along the lines of giving the wrong numbers to a group comes to how many of of the enemy they'd be facing? Just as an example, mind ye."

"Exactly. Or sending our troops into what they knew were inescapable traps, or lying about what weaponry we needed. They intended us to die for them."

"..but why would they do such a thing? Surely they'd feel some kind of a...well, I'm not sure. But why would they?" Barbara was entirely clueless.

"Perhaps because they didn't care," Ian suggested. "If they don't see us as important then they might not bother to check their data." It was better than the Daligig deliberately doing it.

"Aye. It'd not be the first time those in charge would use others for their own games," Jamie said, a little more bitterly than he'd intended.

"We're just tools to them, aren't we? Ones that can be thrown away without a second thought."

[OOC: If y'all don't mind, I'm going to start winding this thread down. I have a ton of NPCing on my plate. Feel free to continue this thread sans Basil!]

"Because their agenda and the agenda we have aren't always aligned, so they feel the need to keep any advantage they can manage. Including information." Basil stills his lashing tail. "Hardly the conversation for a delightful meal, though! I'll have a waiter at your table shortly."

And with that, he saunters off.