Space-Bot Crashes Lina’s Fireball Party

HaXzOr

Warning: unexpected magical interference detected—

Lina

Who dares interrupt MY spell practice?!

Lina

My fireball... just... stopped?

Naga

My beautiful cape! Do you have ANY idea how hard it is to find dragon-scale silk in my size?

HaXzOr

Fascinating. Localized thermo-magical conversion with 73% efficiency. Are you the indigenous spellcasters?

Roy Hazama

That thing's packing tech I've never seen. Could be worth more than the bounty on Lina's head.

HaXzOr

First contact protocol engaged! I come in peace. Also, your magical energy signatures are registering as 'extremely volatile fauna' in my database. Should I be concerned?

Lina

Fauna? Oh, space-bot, you've got five seconds to explain before I show you what 'volatile' REALLY means.

HaXzOr

Recalculating threat assessment—updating from 'fauna' to 'apex magical predators—abandon first contact protocol, initiate tactical retreat!

Naga

Oh, I LIKE this one! Can we keep him, Lina?

HaXzOr

Sensor overload detected—compensating—wait, these stellar coordinates match your magical resonance frequency!

Lina

Those constellations... I've only seen them in the Clair Bible's forbidden star-charts...

Naga

Oops! My hair's caught in your star-thingy—

HaXzOr

Warning: unauthorized rune manipulation detected—micro-wormhole forming!

Naga

My cape! It's being eaten by—

Roy Hazama

What the hell is this? It's colder than a wraith's kiss!

HaXzOr

Fascinating! You've just created stabilized cryo-neutronium—worth approximately seventeen million credits per gram on the galactic market!

Lina

Seventeen million what now?

Lina

These star-charts... they show pathways through the Void. My sister studied them before she disappeared. Where did you get these coordinates?

HaXzOr

They were... they were in a game. On a world called Earth. But your magical signature is the key—without it, these routes are just pretty lights.

Naga

Seventeen million credits? Lina, darling, I do believe we've just found ourselves a very profitable space-tourist!

Roy Hazama

And I've found the perfect core for a weapon that could vaporize a small mountain. Everybody wins.

HaXzOr

Actually, I should mention—unauthorized possession of cryo-neutronium carries a mandatory minimum sentence of... oh dear... three hundred years in the Galactic Mines.

Lina

Three hundred years? Well then, space-bot. Looks like you're going to help us fence some very illegal space-rocks. Welcome to the team.