Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20190330040916/@comment-5543592-20190402213727

The vertibird settled. Priors exited the cockpit, smiling. "Another happy landing." He threw open the cabin door to reveal a forest of red crystals and sheer cliff faces. The vertibird had come to rest at the bottom of what appeared to be a trench. Josey threw off his buckle and stood up. He pulled his helmet off his belt, slipped it over his head, where it locked into place. "We need to move." He said, his voice taking on a warbling, modulated quality.

"It looks like Tim already found someone." Tanner said, pointing.

"Nǐ zhǎodàole wǒmen, xiōngdì!" The man said, throwing an arm around Willy's neck. "Nǐ yǒurén ma? Xiáyì zǔzhī jiāng shì nǐ de rénmín."

''You found us, brother! You got people? The Yakuza'll be your people.''