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"Subnormal stature, subnormal intelligence, submissive, subservient...how many reasons do you need?"The man on the front shall decid", Spisarevski shrugs.
"Why do you call them sub-creatures? Is it just their height, or is there more?"
"Subnormal stature, subnormal intelligence, submissive, subservient...how many reasons do you need?
A tall, gunmetal grey figure in the mold of a man appears in the doorway. In a hollow-sounding, tinny voice it speaks: "Observation: visitors. Determination: harmless. Protocol: invitation. Response: proceed into cabin, humanoids."Major Hunter will signal the others to stay put. He will then motion Spisarevski to move to the left. Once he is in position, Major Hunter will softly say to him. "Cover me. I want to see who is in there." Once Spisarevski is in place Major Hunter will slowly get up, have his Ray Gun lowered, and start to walk towards the cabin. "Hello there! We are travellers, lost in this land. One of our fellows is injured. He needs medical attention, and a place to rest. May we come in the cabin. We mean you no harm."
OOC: I don't know what you mean. What's R.U.R.?"Have you watched R.U.R., Major?", Spisarevski inquires.
"He is an excitable little chap, isn't he? I say, this is rather quaint. Victuals you say? Well I am parched and famished. Let's see what we have here." Major Hunter goes to the pantry and looks inside.Inside, you find the cabin to be very small but clean. Almost immediately upon entry you have to weave around a poorly placed ladder that appears to lead either to the roof or to a crawlspace. There is a bed, a small dining table, and a workbench, and not much else. The metal man gestures for Gilipollas to place the gnome on the bed, which the legionary does. Your host then crosses the room to a cabinet or pantry and picks up what looks to be a first aid kit. While examining the gnome, he says, "Observation: you are exhausted. Suggestion: please be seated while this unit examines your pet. Alternative: there are consumables appropriate for humanoids in the pantry."
He's referring to the 1920 play that gave us the word "robot": https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/R.U.R.OOC: I don't know what you mean. What's R.U.R.?
You find many jars of honey, strawberry preserves, and dried fruits and nuts, or the regional version of what you'd describe in those terms."He is an excitable little chap, isn't he? I say, this is rather quaint. Victuals you say? Well I am parched and famished. Let's see what we have here." Major Hunter goes to the pantry and looks inside.
OOC: Yes, and it fits the time that Spisarevski would have seen it.He's referring to the 1920 play that gave us the word "robot": https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/R.U.R.
"Diagnosis: multiple contusions and abrasions. Recommendation: rest."Without ceremony, Major Hunter tucks in, and when satiated will lean back in his chair and observe the room. "How is the little chap doing?" He asks the Robot.
Gilipollas pours an entire jar of dried fruits and nuts down his gizzard and wipes his mouth with the back of his hand.Spisarevski follows the Major's example in eating, and waves to the legionnary to join them as well.
"Don't be shy, there's enough for all of us".
"We were in a tank that fell into the river and was in danger of being swept over the waterfall. So we jumped off and swam to the shore before we perished. We actually had no idea that you were even here. What!" Major Hunter matter of fact explains."Diagnosis: multiple contusions and abrasions. Recommendation: rest."
Gilipollas pours an entire jar of dried fruits and nuts down his gizzard and wipes his mouth with the back of his hand.
"Inquiry: what is the purpose of your presence here?" asks the metal man.
"Inquiry: what do you intend now?""We were in a tank that fell into the river and was in danger of being swept over the waterfall. So we jumped off and swam to the shore before we perished. We actually had no idea that you were even here. What!" Major Hunter matter of fact explains.
"Assessment: three humanoids and a pet stand little chance of overcoming Imperial forces. Primary recommendation: abandon hopes of success. Secondary recommendation: obtain farm implements and establish homestead in the Proscribed Zone.""Indeed", Spisarevski confirms. "But we're glad to see you, since we've been assured that no soldiers would dare come to this part of the planet. Which gives us some time to make a plan about freeing our friends."
The metal man, while tending to the gnome, responds, "Evaluation: humanoid intelligence insufficient. Conclusion: you will need our help.""Farming isn't part of my immediate plans", Spisarevski says. "But we won't try to overcome them, either. Out think them, yes."
"Bah! Need you ask? Did I not pledge my troth to your cause in exchange for my life?""Farming? Alas, the life of the country squire is not for me. I tried that, and it didn't take. Too bucolic you see. We have no illusions about being able to take on the Empire, but we need to help our friends escape their clutches." Major Hunter turns to Gilipollis. "Sergeant, you have tossed in your lot with ours. Should we encounter your former comrades will you fight with or against us?"
"Very good then Sergeant. We'll speak no more of it.""Bah! Need you ask? Did I not pledge my troth to your cause in exchange for my life?"
"What kind of help could you offer? Other than healing and rest?", Spisarevski inquires while the Major is talking with the Sergeant.The metal man, while tending to the gnome, responds, "Evaluation: humanoid intelligence insufficient. Conclusion: you will need our help."
"Summary: this unit demonstrates superior intellect, superior strength, and superior technological and mechanical aptitude. Addendum: this unit's companion demonstrates superior area knowledge and political acumen.""What kind of help could you offer? Other than healing and rest?", Spisarevski inquires while the Major is talking with the Sergeant.
"Observation: you have misunderstood my statement, as humanoids are prone to do, and mistakenly believe you were complimented. Primary correction: 'this unit' refers to Servitor-1, the entity speaking to you now.""Why, thank you", Spisarevski smiled lightly. "You yourself demonstrate superior capabilities in a wide-ranging number of fields."
Spisarevski thinks that he just might be in love."Observation: you have misunderstood my statement, as humanoids are prone to do, and mistakenly believe you were complimented. Primary correction: 'this unit' refers to Servitor-1, the entity speaking to you now."
"Secondary correction: 'this unit's companion' refers to Desideria, who approaches now from behind you."
As you turn to look, you see a young woman enter through the front door. She is clad in exotic armor and carries a gladius, a bow, a quiver of arrows, and a small light-brown sack, the bottom of which has stained purplish from dripping blood: it's clear she has been hunting and returned home with game. Seeing strangers in her home, she raises an eyebrow and readies her gladius.