"Grr. Another boring day on the pad. I don't even know why they need us here! Everything comes in by hover craft anyways." Grunting, a tan orc peered up at the sky through goggle-protected eyes. Though most were green skinned, winds had sand blasted his skin into a ruddy brown. Long days in the sun had robbed his hair of any color. "Feels like a scorch- what in the?" A purple speck descending caught his attention. Reering loudly as they adjusted, the orcs jaw dropped. His eyes strained to bulge from their sockets and press into the lenses! Those were deffinately panties and wearing them a shapely woman.<br/><br/>His jaw agape, he snapped several pictures before his senses and surroundings returned to him. Two beacons went a light, the bright blue a stark contrast to the seemingly endless yellow. The orc twirled the lights about furiously, trying to get the woman's attention.