Post by Former Fiend on May 29, 2018 13:30:49 GMT -5
Zus had, in his own personal opinion, a perfectly reasonable and well thought out answer to the captain's question regarding the unannounced and unauthorized presence of, as the captain had chosen to phrase it, an 'unconscious primitive' on board the ship. And Zus was, of course, fully prepared to explain this answer to the captain in however much detail was necessary to satisfy & calm the captain's completely understandable displeasure at the development.
And he was just about to deliver said explanation when Candy showed up.
Zusin Cren's instinctive reaction to the sudden appearance of a new party who wasn't supposed to be there was to draw his weapon – in this case, a laser pistol – and aim it directly between the intruder's eyes. He was more than a little taken aback by the appearance of the intruder; she looked more like an outmoded mannequin robot than an android.
“Mr. Cren.” Captain Nalse repeated. “Why is there an unlicensed pleasure bot on my ship?”
“Okay, that one I can promise I had nothing to do with.” Zus said, keeping the laser pistol trained on Candy as he walked around her and over to the box he had been intending to check on. Inside where wigs, clothes, and just enough room for the robot if she were to scrunch up a bit. He recognized the box, as well; it was the case they had been hired to deliver to the rings of Preluria; part of the deal had been a 'no questions asked, don't look in the box' type, with only enough scans done to ensure it wasn't loaded with explosives or toxins. “Well, shit.”
“Mr. Cren?” Nalse repeated again.
“She's cargo. Climbed out of that package we got hired to deliver on Verces.” Cren kicked the box; there was no reason to smuggle a non-sentient robot. Job only made sense if she really was an android. Which meant trafficking charges & prison sentences for the crew back in the pact worlds.
“Nonsense. If she were cargo we'd be committing a felony.” Nalse said. “She is a passenger & a guest.” The blimp-alien turned to face Cand, in so much it could face anything, not actually having a face of it's own, “Welcome aboard the Dreamer, Miss. We will try to get you your show back as soon as systems are restored. Until then, make yourself comfortable.”
With that, Nalse turned back to Zus. “Now then, Mr. Cren, the primitive?”
“Right, about that.” Zus said, walking back over to the captain. As he did, he noted that Cyphied, Hel, Dave, and Skittles had all made their way into the cargo bay. He looked to Cyph first, as she was the first to speak up and the first to address him directly, asking about the state of said primitive. “One swift kick to the head to knock him out. Probably gave him a concussion; guess I just felt like paying it forward today. But whatever's up with his hands & feet, he did to himself.”
“But yeah, he was out cold & we were about to take off. Didn't have time to get him to safety and I wasn't going to leave him to – Oh, thanks, Dave,” he said with a friendly smile as Dave handed him a snack and a soda, “anyway, wasn't going to leave him there to die. So I brought him on board. Want me to take one of the lifeboats & take him back?”
Nalse considered for a moment. “No, that would take hours and I want to leave this system before then. The Dreamer may be flight worthy but it is still in rough shape. We need to get back to civilization to make proper repairs; even Skittles can only do so much with what we have on and. Speaking of whom.” Nalse turned to the skittermander. “Executive Chief Mechanic Skittles Digga; is my drift engine back on line yet?”
Skittles snaped an attentive salute with two hands. "Yes, sir! I mean, it will be soon, sir! I was just, uh getting fuel... sir!” She indicated her soda when speaking of fuel, “Uh. Sir!"
“Well then, since you've acquired your 'fuel', get back to it. Mr. Cren and Mr. Nuro Syer,” Nalse indicated Hel when it addressed him by two of the latter elements of his name, “ are at your disposal if you need any heavy lifting done.” Turning it's attention to the others, “In the mean time, Dave, if you would be so kind as to show our new passengers,” Nalse indicated Candy & Prentis, who remained tied down and in shock, “to the guest quarters, that would be excellent, thank you.” Speaking next over comms to those who hadn't joined them in the cargo bay, “And Mr. Silver, Ms. Poliare, assist Cyphied & Skittles with any systems diagnostics that need to be run to make sure we're ready for a drift jump as soon as the engine is online.”
A few hours went by. Repairs were finalized. Systems were checked. Green lights were given. Heavy things were lifted. All crews were told to report to stations. Cyphied in the cockpit, Polaire & Silver at their computers, Skittles in the engine room, Prentis & Candy secured in the guest quarters, Dave cleaning up the mess hall, and Zus & Hel in their gunner positions, just in case an unfriendly welcome was waiting for them on the other side of the drift jump.
The captain gave the order. Thrusters were shut off. The drift engine was activated a minute later. The Dreamer crossed the barrier from the prime material plane into the hyperspace plane of the drift. And... noting. No attack, no hostile ships waiting for them. A collective sigh of relief was breathed.
The thrusters were fired up and a course was plotted. Back to where they had started, or close enough. Absolom Station; the capitol of the Pact Worlds system. A drift nexus, thanks to the presence of the legendary Starstone; you could reach the station inside of a week from anywhere in the galaxy. For them, it would hopefully take less than a day.
“All crew, report to the bridge.” Captain Nalse announced over coms, once the course was set and they were underway. A few minutes later, when everyone had assembled, the captain addressed the crew. “You've all done well and performed admirably in an impossible situation. You have my gratitude. But, we have another challenge ahead of us that needs to be considered.”
“By complete accident,” Nalse continued, “we have discovered an uncharted, inhabitable world. A garden world, resource rich, lush and covered in life, and what's more, populated with humans. It's entirely possible that we may have accidentally discovered lost Golarion. But even if not, the coordinates for this new system and this planet will be exceedingly valuable. But, as it is outside Pact Worlds jurisdiction, this planet is vulnerable to exploitation. Invasion, hostile colonization, enslavement, strip-mining.”
“What we do with this information that we possess could make us all wealthy beyond our wildest imaginations. Or it could get us killed. And it will have dire implications for the lives of the natives of this world that we have discovered. So we need to discuss and decide what we're going to do with this information and how to proceed. I am your captain, but I cannot make this decision unilaterally. Nor will I abide any of you going behind the backs of the rest of the crew for your own benefit. We will come to a consensus as a group, and we will hold to it. Now, opinions?”
And he was just about to deliver said explanation when Candy showed up.
Zusin Cren's instinctive reaction to the sudden appearance of a new party who wasn't supposed to be there was to draw his weapon – in this case, a laser pistol – and aim it directly between the intruder's eyes. He was more than a little taken aback by the appearance of the intruder; she looked more like an outmoded mannequin robot than an android.
“Mr. Cren.” Captain Nalse repeated. “Why is there an unlicensed pleasure bot on my ship?”
“Okay, that one I can promise I had nothing to do with.” Zus said, keeping the laser pistol trained on Candy as he walked around her and over to the box he had been intending to check on. Inside where wigs, clothes, and just enough room for the robot if she were to scrunch up a bit. He recognized the box, as well; it was the case they had been hired to deliver to the rings of Preluria; part of the deal had been a 'no questions asked, don't look in the box' type, with only enough scans done to ensure it wasn't loaded with explosives or toxins. “Well, shit.”
“Mr. Cren?” Nalse repeated again.
“She's cargo. Climbed out of that package we got hired to deliver on Verces.” Cren kicked the box; there was no reason to smuggle a non-sentient robot. Job only made sense if she really was an android. Which meant trafficking charges & prison sentences for the crew back in the pact worlds.
“Nonsense. If she were cargo we'd be committing a felony.” Nalse said. “She is a passenger & a guest.” The blimp-alien turned to face Cand, in so much it could face anything, not actually having a face of it's own, “Welcome aboard the Dreamer, Miss. We will try to get you your show back as soon as systems are restored. Until then, make yourself comfortable.”
With that, Nalse turned back to Zus. “Now then, Mr. Cren, the primitive?”
“Right, about that.” Zus said, walking back over to the captain. As he did, he noted that Cyphied, Hel, Dave, and Skittles had all made their way into the cargo bay. He looked to Cyph first, as she was the first to speak up and the first to address him directly, asking about the state of said primitive. “One swift kick to the head to knock him out. Probably gave him a concussion; guess I just felt like paying it forward today. But whatever's up with his hands & feet, he did to himself.”
“But yeah, he was out cold & we were about to take off. Didn't have time to get him to safety and I wasn't going to leave him to – Oh, thanks, Dave,” he said with a friendly smile as Dave handed him a snack and a soda, “anyway, wasn't going to leave him there to die. So I brought him on board. Want me to take one of the lifeboats & take him back?”
Nalse considered for a moment. “No, that would take hours and I want to leave this system before then. The Dreamer may be flight worthy but it is still in rough shape. We need to get back to civilization to make proper repairs; even Skittles can only do so much with what we have on and. Speaking of whom.” Nalse turned to the skittermander. “Executive Chief Mechanic Skittles Digga; is my drift engine back on line yet?”
Skittles snaped an attentive salute with two hands. "Yes, sir! I mean, it will be soon, sir! I was just, uh getting fuel... sir!” She indicated her soda when speaking of fuel, “Uh. Sir!"
“Well then, since you've acquired your 'fuel', get back to it. Mr. Cren and Mr. Nuro Syer,” Nalse indicated Hel when it addressed him by two of the latter elements of his name, “ are at your disposal if you need any heavy lifting done.” Turning it's attention to the others, “In the mean time, Dave, if you would be so kind as to show our new passengers,” Nalse indicated Candy & Prentis, who remained tied down and in shock, “to the guest quarters, that would be excellent, thank you.” Speaking next over comms to those who hadn't joined them in the cargo bay, “And Mr. Silver, Ms. Poliare, assist Cyphied & Skittles with any systems diagnostics that need to be run to make sure we're ready for a drift jump as soon as the engine is online.”
A few hours went by. Repairs were finalized. Systems were checked. Green lights were given. Heavy things were lifted. All crews were told to report to stations. Cyphied in the cockpit, Polaire & Silver at their computers, Skittles in the engine room, Prentis & Candy secured in the guest quarters, Dave cleaning up the mess hall, and Zus & Hel in their gunner positions, just in case an unfriendly welcome was waiting for them on the other side of the drift jump.
The captain gave the order. Thrusters were shut off. The drift engine was activated a minute later. The Dreamer crossed the barrier from the prime material plane into the hyperspace plane of the drift. And... noting. No attack, no hostile ships waiting for them. A collective sigh of relief was breathed.
The thrusters were fired up and a course was plotted. Back to where they had started, or close enough. Absolom Station; the capitol of the Pact Worlds system. A drift nexus, thanks to the presence of the legendary Starstone; you could reach the station inside of a week from anywhere in the galaxy. For them, it would hopefully take less than a day.
“All crew, report to the bridge.” Captain Nalse announced over coms, once the course was set and they were underway. A few minutes later, when everyone had assembled, the captain addressed the crew. “You've all done well and performed admirably in an impossible situation. You have my gratitude. But, we have another challenge ahead of us that needs to be considered.”
“By complete accident,” Nalse continued, “we have discovered an uncharted, inhabitable world. A garden world, resource rich, lush and covered in life, and what's more, populated with humans. It's entirely possible that we may have accidentally discovered lost Golarion. But even if not, the coordinates for this new system and this planet will be exceedingly valuable. But, as it is outside Pact Worlds jurisdiction, this planet is vulnerable to exploitation. Invasion, hostile colonization, enslavement, strip-mining.”
“What we do with this information that we possess could make us all wealthy beyond our wildest imaginations. Or it could get us killed. And it will have dire implications for the lives of the natives of this world that we have discovered. So we need to discuss and decide what we're going to do with this information and how to proceed. I am your captain, but I cannot make this decision unilaterally. Nor will I abide any of you going behind the backs of the rest of the crew for your own benefit. We will come to a consensus as a group, and we will hold to it. Now, opinions?”