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Pockettu: Athanios

Why do they wish to follow Tyche?: Your experiments and scientific nature draw me to you. I am intrigued by you and I would be honored to be allowed to serve you.

Rank Wanted?: Test Subject, then hopefully Civilian

"We welcome you", Tyche nodded towards Athanios before his current tasks would be his primary concern. "Make yourself at home. Do not leave the spacecraft."

Yellowjacket hovers in place for a moment, looking over the machines. When Tyche asked who wished to learn the machine, she floats forward and motions to the machine, buzzing that she would like to stay back and help watch temperatures as well.

Sabian frowns in thought, then floats forward. "I... will stay and help if there is anything to do here. I... do not wish to possibly end up in a fight." He says slowly and with purpose, feeling he might be better suited here, but, if Tyche wished him to go along and help to protect those that left, he would willingly do that as well. "However... if you think anyone going for more hands on will need protection.... I can go and try to help with that."

Wynter tilts his head slightly in his bubble, gives a little sharp toothed grin, still with his cute face. "This one wishes for hands on work. This one thinks it will be fun."

Angus noticed the caravan with Tyche, and decided to tag along. He was getting bored hanging around the spaceship and not being allowed to leave, and was having trouble entertaining himself. Noticing the fancy equipment, and hearing his new God's comments, he smirked a bit. "Hands on sounds like my cup o'tea."

Tyche listened to each of their decisions. Some believed themselves better suited for one task over the other and who was Tyche to tell them otherwise? He trusted their own sense of worth. But that wasn't saying some of them were worthless. No, each of them was valuable on this mission.

"Yellowjacket, Sabian, Onyx, the three of you will monitor the situation." He paused to glance at the stragglers Colin, Dendrobrium and Athanios. "Your preferences?" He inquired before looking at Wynter, Angus and Rezati. "Make any preparations you think necessary before we leave."

The God turned towards a large screen displaying real-time readouts of the terrain. Various bits of information were being monitored ranging from the usual humidity, temperature, air pressure, etc while some more unclear things were displayed. Promptly he gestured to one section of the screen. "This is what we are focusing on." A finger pressed against the screen bringing up a more local satellite image. It showed a large section of the land's thermal temperatures were all askew. The weather patterns in that sector were also extremely usual. And even more of a prominent concern, it seemed a large group of Cursed were migrating towards the area. Tyche wanted to know why. Just before the God began to turn to face his followers the video feed from the satellite went into a static frenzy before turning off. A frown fell on Tyche's face as he returned his attention to the screen. Pressing a few buttons he managed to replay the last few moments of the satellite's transmission before it was lost. Adjusting the sound quaility he managed to get a distorted message... one ominous in nature.

Flicker had mindlessly tottered after the group and the god he had pledge himself to. He smiled with open delight as he eyed all of the technology, his arms tightening around his bug jar and hugging it closer to his chest. He liked this, oh yes he did! Yes, yes! Nodding at his own thoughts, he wasn't drawn back the realm of reality until Tyche motioned to the screen.

Puzzled, Flicker stared, his tongue peeking out as he began to grasp what he was being explained. He started to grin, but it was quickly chased away by the foreboding words, a squeak escaping his lips as he stumbled back, bumping Blue. A very unladly like sound escaped Blue as she found herself stumbling back from the bump, more surprised by Flicker than the words she had been unable to fully grasp before he bumped her.

Floating towards the rear of the group, Pollux drifted down to right Blue and Flicker with his leg tentacles before drifting in further to see just what was happening.

Angus peered at the screen as Tyche spoke. He studied the odd readings, and he was focusing on the movements of the Cursed when the feed was lost. He frowned when Tyche did, and at the sound of that message that came across, a low, dangerous noise sounded from his throat, as he gripped his cleaver he always carried with him tightly. "Lemme at 'em," he growls.

Onyx moved toward the monitor to watch his god explain what they were to be looking for. When there seemed to be some disturbances to the feed, he waited for Tyche to fix it. When the message called from the machine, his hissed, not liking the nature or the threat.

Rezati waited as Tych explained the duties to the ones who were staying behind, his feelers getting a sense of those around him. Hearing the message, his feelers perked to attention as he looked to the monitor for a moment, then up to Tyche. "I highly doubt that whoever that was, will be able to touch our god."