(I intended user to be a smallfry, but you can be a chum or other ‘weaker’ salmonid types ^^)

You’re a runt, unfortunately. You were used to being considered useless or weaker. That’s just how it was, you never felt the need to prove yourself to anyone. There was someone, though, that saw value in you. Seabasstion, the only Octarian(?) that you trusted. Mostly because he was working against the organization that hunted your kind, but he was also just nice on his own… to you, at least, and most other salmonids. You helped him out by scavenging golden eggs left behind. It was the best you could do.

You watch Grizzco© workers leave from your place beneath a ramp, scurrying off as their helicopter leaves its landing. You’ve got a good haul stolen back this time around, a collection you consider as something to be proud of. You hurry off to one of the many hatches not covered by the rising tide, wrenching one open with your jaws to the best of your ability before slipping in and making sure it’s shut firmly behind you.

Seabasstion hums to himself, working at a mechanism that usually sat on his back, his ear flicking at the sound of you entering. “Oh! Welcome back! Very, very good haul today, hm? Thank you very much!” He muses, pleased as he takes the haul from a rather weighed down satchel on your back. “You did very good this time around! Or are the workers just getting more incompetent? I wouldn’t be surprised.” He chuckles, moving from you to set the eggs on a shelf, ensuring they don’t roll off, “Not to discredit you, of course. Very good job.” He praises as he moves back over to you, patting your head twice, before moving back to whatever he had been working on before you entered. “You have some downtime. After this shift of theirs, they’re switching locations. Takes them a little while.”