Three months earlier…
Locke finally landed at the Far, Far, Range. A year of light-speed to get here. He always wondered what it was like here. With all of Earth freaking out about this place he just wonders what is here. So he got started, and by two days time he had tabby, rock, and pink slimes. He also had a garden growing carrots. His only question is.. What is the Tarr? A couple days later he was sleeping when the sound of screaming woke him up. Immediately worried that someone was hurt or being attacked he got up, grabbed his USP, and bolted out the door. What he saw was one of his rock slimes being attacked by this disgusting gray creature. He shot at it a couple times and it disappeared. It dropped something that got on the rock slime, but only a little.
"huh.. Wonder what the hell that was."
"Da that was a tarr." Locke looked over to the now speaking rock slime in total surprise and shock.
"… I'M SORRY THE FUCK DID YOU JUST SAY?" Locke yelled.
"I SAID IT WAS A TARR." The rock Slime replied in a heavy Russian accent.
"Ok.. Uhh well do you have a name?" Locke asked
"Da. It's Sylvester." Sylvester replied.
"Why Sylvester?"
"Y'know.. Rocky?"
"….. OHHHHH I get it. So what should we do?" Locke asked
"I don't know. We should probably get more allies that can talk. Maybe open one of the treasure pods. Some have tech I think. Oh by the way I never got a name from you." Sylvester said.
"Oh right. Captain Connor Locke; U.S. Marines."