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[pedaltothemetal]

Who: Falcon, Olimar
What: Hocotate Freight doesn't deliver parts for spaceships no more so Oly and Flacon gotta go pick them up.
When: Weekend of January 16th!
Where: Hococococococochocolatte.
Rating: PG-13 for giant Falcon in a spacesuit rampaging through the streets and stepping on houses.

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[leadthemalong]

Correction: Almost no atmosphere.

Hocotate as a whole had extremely advanced technology beyond some of the normalities on Earth. Some. Places like Mute City and cities that centered around technology could fairly compete with his home planet. Still, there were just certain parts to the vessel that could only come from the planet it came from.

Falcon, despite being older than his alien friend, was lectured and told countless times prior to leaving that he was to be on his very best behavior. The Hocotatian people were very used to alien life due to the planet's trading nature. However, they probably weren't used to beings that were as tall as humans. "Local" aliens within the galaxy were usually of similar height to Hocotatians, more or less.

Fortunately, they should be out of there in no time considering their task. Though as mundane as Hocotatian life was to Olimar by now, it was still what was most familiar and natural to him. It was where he was born and raised, and it was where the rest of his family and friends were. If watching over Falcon wasn't such a chore, maybe he would have liked to pay some visits.

"Just don't fly past it, all right?" The smaller captain stretched, he had spent a good portion of the trip gazing out into space and talking to his friend.