A/N Starlens are blue fourlegged creatures with clawed feet, big blue and white wings, long muzzles, and a single antler on the nack of their heads, a spiked tail, and a feathers on their ankles. My spore name is ravenstarwolf, so you can check that out if you have Spore for what everything looks like.
"So, what I have to do is scan these creatures and that's it?" Aster asked. The Starlen on the transmission screen nodded.
"Scan them, and come back." He said in a formal tone.
This guy really needs to loosen up, Aster thought. She flashed him a grin, displaying her sharp teeth. Starlens were carnivores, and had been since the beginning of creation.
"So, who is the idiot who crashed the Sporepedia anyway? Was it you? Is that why they stuck you as Mission Control, reminding all of us forgetful cadets exactly what where're supposed to be doing?" Aster teased.
"No," the Starlen said, and then grinned back at her. "If you must know, it was an unfortunate cadet called Roberto. I think they directed him toward a career of cleaning factory floors."
So he does have a sense of humor, Aster thought. "Ah. So how did you gain the honor of Mission Control?"
"Will you just get on with the mission?" Mission Control snapped. Then the glint of humor returned to his eye. "And Cadet? Try not to blow up your ship. The big red button that is so unimaginatively labeled is self-destruct, not take a picture."
"Very funny, where exactly did you get that idea?" Aster asked. Mission Control didn't say anything, just grinned wider.
Aster went to close the transmission, then stopped. She turned back to Mission Control.
"What's your name, anyway?" she asked.
"Coyott," Mission Control replied. "Now shoo, go off on your extremely important mission of scanning those suspicious critters."
"Okay, Coyott," Aster said. "I think we'll get along just fine…"