The 'natives' base is underground. They have found ways to tunnel under the ground in the forest below the root line. They are very clever and dig around poison gas pockets, which is the only reason humans are not underground too. Included in this topic is the dinning hall and the main entrance.

Tony looked behind him and saw a girl he didn't recognize. "Ah, hello?"

Tony looked at her hair. "I'm Tony. Are you new?"

"Cool. Nice to meet you Zeta. Are you a stratagist? We need one of those. The bases forces were being pushed pretty bad this morning." Tony grinned. The girl seemed nice enough. He liked her hair color.

"Yes a stratagist would be nice. Maybe later I can show you where you can see the battles. It tends to happen in the desert about two clicks north." Tony grinned. "Oh sorry. Are you hungry, I can show you to the cafeteria."

Zeta followed Tony down the hall and into the dining room, sitting down across from him. "Thanks," she said. She looked down at the purple slop and picked up her spoon, digging in. "Hmm... It's better than what I've been eating on the road for the past two weeks."

"Hm? Where ya coming from?" Tony was curious. This base rarely got newcomers.

Sloane walked onto the Base and followed the main hall. Then she heard voices. She caught up to them,debating on whether or not to greet the two. She sheathed her knives. They were just attached to her wrists and she put them back.

Tony waved her over. "Come on. Are you hungry?"

Sloaneeyed him suspiciously. "Sure," she said cautiously.

Zeta noted the girl's hair color. Red. A fighter. She could be useful. She'll probably be an angry person, like other war types, though... Zeta was already making calculations in her head, deciding on the benefits of working with these two and formulating a million escape plans in case the three should be captured by the humans.

Tony stuck out his hand. "I'm Tony."

"Sloane," she said simply. She took his hand cautiously.

"Are you from this base? I haven't seen you before. But then again, it is pretty big." Tony shrugged.

"No," Sloane replied simply again. "I just came from fighting up near the mountains."

"So is you hair--" Tony stopped to check his wording. "Is that new?"

My hair?" Sloane gave a small smile. "no. I've had red hair since I wa maybe six."

Tony's eyes widened. "Were you one of those they sent out to get shot at?"

Sloane shook her head.

"Well you are very talkative aren't you?" Tony said smiling sweetly and sarcastically.

Sloane's eyes narrowed. "I'm not sure whether or not to treat you as a threat or not."

Tony grinned and spiked his black hair up. "DoI look like a threat to you?"

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