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Space Station Tranquility
"Ooooh." Piper said, putting on an awkward grin. "I'm sure I can make something for two guests..." He said, trailing off, before looking back at Blue. "It's going to be three guests... riiiight?" He quietly put on a pleading face, making sure Rufus couldn't see it.
THE SLORG!
"I can't imagine any random person would want to get their hands on those things."
Blue thought back to all those times people hiring Grexian mercenaries asked if they could also buy some of the Grexians' guns, and just shook his head slightly. Blue turned and looked at Piper with a rather dull expression as the artist pleaded with him to come to his dinner. Blue opened his briefcase, took out a datapad and checked his schedule. With the slightest of frowns, he noted that his dinnertime was completely open, and thus he had basically no reason to refuse.
"Fine, but I'll have to bring two guards with me. I'm under obligation to have at least two accompanying me at all times" Blue said rather neutrally, causing the group of Military caste to look over. They looked at Blue, then at Piper, then mostly shuffled in place a bit awkwardly. Clearly they were not so keen on the idea; that and several of them were still holding heavy metal boxes, and couldn't leave the room until Blue left with them.
edited 5th Oct '13 9:59:10 PM by FirockFinion
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Space Station Tranquility
A smile quickly washed away the worried frown on Piper's face as he excitedly shook Blue's hand. "Really? That's great!... no, no, that's fantastic! I've always wanted to cook for someone, ever since I mastered the art of gastronomy back home- the chefs back there are really underrated- so... wow, this is so exciting! I can't wait for you to see what I can do!"
He flicked his finger at his forehead, shaking his head and smirking. "Oh, where are my manners? I forgot to ask what would you two want to have for dinner! So, what will it be? No matter the recipe, I can cook it!"
edited 6th Oct '13 6:18:08 PM by Stratofarius
Dreams of Revenge
Azunn — Tranquility
Secei Berreil returned the bow, handing the tin off to one of his aides*. He was in high spirits; he had avoided causing any offence, and he had managed to build the beginnings of more friendly relationships with other powers.
At this rate, he'd be the most successful Chief Ambassador to have ever served* - not a bad status to hold, he reckoned. Seeing that the other diplomats were seemingly occupied with their own activities, Azunn busied himself with his datapad, typing up the beginnings of a report to send home. Perhaps it was a bit premature, but punctuality never hurt.
Erruan — Ceres
Erruan nodded as Rrivel spoke. Though she wasn't going to admit it, she didn't actually realise that he was unusually tall for a Rakasha*. The mention of rightning was one that seized her attention. The Sirian Army had learnt some painful lessons regarding weapons that utilised that particular resource, mostly when cocky infantry decided their powered armour could take just another hit or two.
"Nice piece of kit," murmured Erruan appreciatively. Amongst all of her fellows, she had been the most comfortable using Sirian heavy weapons - or failing that, ones that stopped the target dead in its tracks with only one or two shots. She didn't like the idea of being forced to dump a magazine or more into something to stop it. "I just use a railgun - seems to work well enough, even if it isn't as powerful as army issue."
She was going to continue when Hamare entered the conversation. On the one hand she was grateful, since it could have gotten rather awkward trying to sustain the discussion by herself. Small talk was not one of Erruan's greatest strengths, though she could and did sometimes chat with those she was working with. However, Hamare had interrupted her, and she bristled slightly at it. Instead of making any further comment, she just stood quietly and waited for the Rakashan to respond.
Locking you up on radar since '09
THE SLORG!
Blue thought for a few moments. Most Grexian dishes just tried their best to copy or at least emulate old Earth foods, since Earth was so revered in their society. An idea came to mind, and a slight grin appeared on Blue's face.
"On Earth" Blue started, motioning out one of the dock windows at the blue marble, "they once developed a family of dishes referred to as 'barbeque'. I've never had true Earth style barbeque, but if your prowess is as you claim, then creating a sufficient imitation should be well within your ability." As he said it, the grin grew a bit wider on Blue's face. "If you can make barbeque, I shall look forward to it" he added, placing the datapad back into his briefcase.
"Now if you'll excuse me, we really must be off" Blue said, giving a quick bow of his head then turning and heading out with the squad of escorts. "I'll look up your room on the station's database and be there around station's standard dinner time" he called over his shoulder as they went down the walkway. Once he turned his head forward again, Blue had to resist the temptation to start laughing.
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Some Guy Or Something
Rrivel
3 Stooges, Ceres
Rrivel grinned, always happy to put a bit more fear into the hearts of others. "Rightning is probably the most important discovery of my entire race. Imagine, if you will, the sheer power of a bolt of lightning and how it reaches a temperature hotter than the surface of a red dwarf star. That doesn't even begin to compare to the power of rightning. Made through a chemical reaction of a few exceptionally rare elements, it is used for just about anything requiring a heavy-lifting energy source in Rakashian society." He paused to puff out another smoke ring before continuing. "However, those rare elements are incredibly commonplace within the Ras System. As such, it powers our military's equipment, mining colonies, and even energy-intensive city-states. In summary, its a nice big fuck-off stick from a race of tiny, scared but dangerous beings."
"Evii is right though" -Saturn "I didn't know you were a bitch Evii." -Lior Val
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Space Station Tranquility
Piper remained with a smile on his face, waving Blu goodbye, but once the other ambassador was out of the creature, a frown took over the winged man's face. "Oh no! I've never seen barbecue! I... gah!" He slapped himself in the forehead. "No. You can do it, Piper. The best cook ever, that's what you are. That's why you went to Gastronomy school for all those months! And they gave you all these awards! If there's someone who can do it, it's you!"
His eyes slowly wandered over to Rufus. "You wouldn't happen to know a way I can find out more about barbecue, would you?"
International Space Colony Tranquility, Sol System
"Certainly, ambassador," Rufus said. "Barbeque is a way of preparing food from earth. This unit's digestive system is incapable of processing such things. However, as you are making accommodations for security personnel, I shall bring units with suitable biological systems. For more information regarding Barbeque, please listen to that unit." One of her helper monkeys hopped up besides them, still holding the jar.
"Codex Entry: Barbeque," it stated in a deep, smooth, male voice. It sounded like a gentleman with an incredibly well-trained voice, as it was a pre-recorded codex entry rather than a new sentence that had been synthesized like most other Norb speech. It continued.
"In the United States, barbeque, abbreviated as BBQ, refers to a technique of cooking that involves cooking meat for long periods of time at low temperatures with smoke from a wood fire..."
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State of Mind
Tranquility
Lord Tebigon stared at the blue substance in the jar that was handed to him by an equally blue creature he only vaguely recalled was a new member to the Galactic Nations. As a rule of thumb, and after a particular dumb decision as a child to consume wild plants on a planet he'd never been to, Tebigon never ate anything that glowed. Blue or otherwise. He thanked the Kurasne and handed the jar over to an aid as soon as he was out of sight.
Colony representatives finally arrived a short while after the various foreign delegates had begun arriving. Late for reasons of their own, but no one had ever accused Earth humans of being punctual. Pleasantries were exchanged and soon each the delegations were being led to their own consulates. Old hands quickly claimed their old spots and fell into routine. Those new to Tranquility could consult the maps or guides that could point out what was where and who was where should the need arise.
Evidently the talk of the town that night was the barbecue dinner hosted by the councilman from the Society.
The next day, the Galactic Nations would finally gather for the end of the year conference. Lord Tebigon was president. He took his seat at the front of the chamber and waited for the rest of the assembled delegated to pour in. A rustle from above caused him to glace at the peanut gallery (why it was called that was a fact long since lost to history) and see civilian spectators and news crews gathered watch the proceedings.
Tebigon's lips thinned though he kept from outright frowning. After the pleasantries of welcoming the new ambassadors was finished he had to open the meeting with the report from Verandi. And what reactions that would bring would shape relations between the empire and the rest of the galaxy for years.
Ceres
3 Stooges
"Tomorrow. We leave tomorrow at 08:00." the Captain said to Johnathan, wondering if such a human sounding name was common on his planet. "Pack what you can carry and be ready to leave once I have settled my business here."
"And that goes for the rest of you as well!" she said to the remaining new crew members still gathered about the booth.
"Yes, of course." Solaris said when the cyborg requested the Caroline's specifications. She forwarded the information to the Norb's memory, where it would no doubt be processed and picked and cross-referenced with the latest updates Bob had received.
The Norb would find that the freighter had a previous life as a cruise ship registered at the planet Vermillion. Bought, gutted, and refitted by the Pasadel Company, the Caroline was a little over 1100 meters in length and 700 meters in the other two dimensions. It's smooth white surface gave it the impression of a squat egg. A change in engines made her faster than the average cruise ship but that was not saying much. The FTL drive had also been replaced, switching the sub-standard cruise liner engine with a more standard drive. The ship did have weapons, not surprising when it came to pirate-infested human space around the border worlds of Verandi and the Solar Republic, but they were hastily tacked on beam weapons.
The ship itself was running on a skeleton crew. Evidently much of its former composition had been discharged at Alpha Centauri for reasons that almost all read "Negligence" or "Under Influence."
...
Later than night, Solaris again read the prices for the Grexian mercenaries. Mercenary. There was no way she was buying more than one. With any luck she wouldn't even need the one. Over the comm she finished her transaction with the Diplomat and finally went to bed prepared to start off first thing tomorrow.
Tomorrow came pretty quickly, and Solaris was found at the docks, waiting for her new crew members to arrive so that she could give them a quick tour before they blasted off.
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"What a century this week has been." - Seung Min Kim
Ceres, Sol System
The Norb unit given the organic-intelligible name of 'Bobby' was waiting at the docks. He had been waiting there for the entire night, counting the seconds until designated time to arrive. Of course, he had waited just far enough away to not be in the immediate area, as to not appear like a transient. Though technically, until his employment began, he could be considered homeless. So in a distant corner, processing the given data and what could be discovered on the local wireless network on Ceres, while also analyzing the information from yesterday's encounters and event, his unblinking digital eye gazed off in the direction of the established meeting place.
As soon as Solaris came into view, he picked up his toolbox in his left hand and walked over towards her. "Good morning, Captain Solaris," he said. Using an employers name on the first day was important. As was positivity. "One of the favorable outcomes of this endeavor is a positive experience for all involved. Now this unit is ready to listen to orders, as well as formally introduce itself in a non-interview environment."
He held out his right hand for a handshake, it hoped. "This unit's designation is too long to mention in organic aural communication, but can transfer it to your datapad upon request. For convenience, I am 'Employment Unit Bobby', but all compatible nicknames including 'Bobby' and 'Bob' are suitable. Should you wish to create an affectionate nickname of your own volition over the course of our service, this unit will adapt to it."
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Tranquility
Piper marched into the room with a smile on his face and a shine on his walk, as he passed by the ambassadors that were on his dinner, grinning to them and just enjoying the fame. It wasn't until he saw Blue that his smile went from happy to extremely happy. "Mister Blue! Did you like the dinner? Didn't I tell you I was the best cook in the galaxy?" He said, adjusting a non-existent tie, completely oblivious to what was supposed to happen in the room.
The Docks
Johnathan arrived, although Solaris wouldn't see him coming in through the ground. Instead, he flew down, carrying with him a small blue dufflebag, a cigarette already on his mouth, like he didn't know how early it was. Once he touched the ground, he stretched his arms, and threw the cigarette away, not stepping on it (he wasn't wearing any shoes) and letting the cold floor do its business. "Hey." He said, as he idly scratched his messy morning hair with one hand. "So, are we ready to go?"
THE SLORG!
Being officially just a corporate dealer, Blue was up in the peanut gallery, waiting intently to see what Lord Tebigon would have to say. The Verandi public statement about the loss of their king was quite important to their outward image, was it not?
Thus, it was a bit surprising for Blue when Piper arrived to ask him about last night's dinner. Blue glanced at him with a raised eyebrow. "It was delicious, just as expected. I quite enjoyed eating all that dead animal meat" Blue said, the faintest of mischievous grins on his face until he went neutral again. "But um, ambassador, shouldn't you be... Down there?" he asked, pointing down towards the proper conference chamber.
Approaching from farther down the dock line was a gray armored figure of a Grexian Military caste, the gaps in the outer armor layer glowing red. On his back was a large rectangular metal crate of sorts, a Grexian mercenary mobile pack for those who knew them; it basically contained all the spare gun parts and maintenance tools (for both said guns and their suit) that the Grexian should need during their contract. It's meant to be left behind in whatever lodging they're using, but is designed to also be carried like a backpack when necessary. Slung to his right side was an assault rifle, and a pistol was holstered on the right hip. In his left hand was another box, a bit smaller than the mobile pack; it contained his ammo.
As per the terms of any Grexian mercenary contract, Solaris was expected to supply him with food and additional ammo as necessary, but he would bring his own guns and initial ammo supply. The amount he brought was almost twice as much as a ranger would usually bring, to accommodate his favored gun style.
The man marched right past the Norb and the winged man, paying both of them no attention whatsoever, and went right up to Solaris, giving her a sharp salute. "Grexian mercenary Hrof reporting; I am under your command" Hrof quickly introduced himself. "How shall I refer to you?" he asked just as sharply, still saluting.
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Tranquility
"Oh, I'll go down there in a while. But the thing is..." Piper got his own mischievous grin as he slung an arm around Blue's neck and brought him closer. "You dared me to make a barbecue and I made one. Which means you're going to do something for me!... and that something is... you're going to model for me! For an entire day. No complaints, that's my final offer!" He poked Blue in the chest, smiling. "One of the only Master Artisans of the Society is going to make a sculpture out of you! Doesn't that sound just great? I can send it back to your family!"
THE SLORG!
Blue shifted awkwardly as Piper drew him in uncomfortably close, and frowned slightly. Thankfully, before he even made the hand signal, one of his two escorts had already started to react. A quite large, armored hand settled a firm grip on Piper's upper arm.
Grexian gunners were already typically quite strong from their conditioning. This one decided not to take any chances by having his suit further augment his strength, letting him pull Piper away from Blue very easily.
Now that he had some breathing room, Blue readjusted his tie before looking at Piper with a rather unamused expression. "So let me get this straight; you're going to have me do something for you, in return for the dinner that you invited me to?" Blue asked, quite rhetorically. "Mister Piper, while my children might appreciate a statue of me, I am here for business; just as you're supposed to be. A dinner is one thing, but I cannot afford to stand in place for an entire day while there is important business matters I could attend to instead" he said frankly, still staring at Piper with that unamused expression.
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Tranquility
"Which is why—" Piper said, not even noticing as the security guards pulled him away. "You're going to do it on a weekend!" After that, he frowned, putting on his best pleading face. "See it as... as a cultural exchange program? I never had any wingless models... and you did enjoy that dinner, which you did not pay for, by the way, so you do owe me a favor, and since it's unlikely I'll ever ask for you to do anything with these guns... come on! It's just one day! Won't hurt anyone..."
King of Lame-Style
Tranquility Space Station
The Diplomat Faseven was Going through some rough dossiers on the other diplomats made from his assistant's impressions and other documents and scraps of information he'd manage to cobble together. As far as he could see no one would be too hard to deal with... perhaps the Grexians, but he couldn't fault them for being cautious. It had come to his understanding too that the Rakasha wielded a form of energy weaponry different and superior, as far as speculations had come, he needed to see a way to negotiate the trading of technology. The others piquing his interest were the rest of the rest of the humans... their origin... Praised be Kuras, he vowed to someday go, set the foot where the ancestors; the Exiled once came from... But for now he made his way to the great hall, and his place in it.
Ceres, Sol System
Hamare would eventually arrive with the little she had, her bandolier bag with her clothes and other belongings, a small metallic toolbox with not only the tools she managed to find or make, but some gizmos, mostly useless contraptions, she repaired and maintained as a hobby. Aside from that she wore clothes rather similar to the ones she wore the day prior, and a customized militia pistol holstered and loaded. She sets the tool-box down for the moment as she awaits the rest, bowing her head respectfully to her new superior.
The graceless warrior, wielder of the edgeless blade, prophet of the old religions, writer of fluent nonsense, saviour of soul and song.
Some Guy Or Something
Rrroriksix
Galactic Nations Headquarters, International Space Colony Tranquility
Rrroriksix walked into the enormous hearing room, doing his best to hide the awe he had for such a sizable meeting place. He wasn't entirely sure why he felt such reverence when the Council of Claws held a room almost as big. Perhaps it was the sheer spectacle of seeing important diplomatic figures of other significant space faring civilizations arrayed before him.
Clutching his robe so as to ensure he did not trip, Rrroriksix took a seat away from most of the other diplomats. His nation's reputation could be wielded positively as well, for being mysterious could frighten and interest others.
Rrivel
Ceres Docks, Ceres
Rrivel was clearly in a bad mood. For the crew who did not know him well, this was established by a combination of his eyes, body posture, and bared teeth. But soon, they'd recognize it from his lack of a cigar. His weaponry rattled around in the loose back holsters the Rakashian wore as he approached the group. "How long until departure?" he asked, scratching just above his eyes.
"Evii is right though" -Saturn "I didn't know you were a bitch Evii." -Lior Val
State of Mind
Bob might have had his records mixed up, for hand shaking was not common among the Verandi and Solaris was no exception. She looked distastefully at the gorilla's extended hand before reluctantly giving it a light shake and quickly letting go. "We are grateful for your services, Mr. Bobby."
Johnathan flew down at that moment. While Solaris was impressed by the casual grace of the flight, she was less impressed by the equal casualness he had when addressing her. "Not just yet, Mr. Jonathan. We are still awaiting the arrival of a few late-risers." She looked past Johnathan to see a Grexian walking in their direction. "Speak of which." she muttered as she moved past Johnathan to stand face to face with the Grexian, who stood a bit taller than her.
"Grexian mercenary Hrof reporting; I am under your command. How shall I refer to you?"
Solaris acknowledged the salute with a small bow of her head. "Welcome aboard, Mr. Hrof. You may address me as Captain Veila, or just Captain will do."
Right behind him came Hamare, and stalking behind her like the universe's angriest rodent was Rrivel.
"How long until departure?" Rrivel asked.
"One hour." Solaris replied. "I might as well get you all boarded while the rest of the crew get their pants on. Take your bags an empty room on the third deck then go to the dining hall for now. I shall inform you of our mission and destination shortly."
Tranquility
Tebigon watched as ambassadors from the different planets and nations took their seats, finding it oddly disconcerting that he did not recognize many of the faces. Granted, some species he could not tell individuals apart even on the best day put it was more than that. A lot of the representatives were new, and not just the ones from recently admitted countries. Many older and established entities had sent out completely different ambassadors than from the last gathering. Tebigon suddenly felt old.
He looked on as the Rakashan ambassador took a seat. Another person he did not recognize. What happened to the last ambassador? Above in the gallery was a face he did recognize. Blue was buddying up with with the ambassador from the Society, who he recognized from the files of new nations he had read on the way to Tranquility.
It took a moment for that image to sink in.
What the Hell?
Tebigon got over the ridiculousness soon though, only for it to be replaced by irritation. What was that winged fool doing? There was business to be done! As much as he wanted to bellow at him to get down here that very instant, Tebigon decided that probably would not be the most diplomatic of solutions. Typing into his datapad but trying to look like he was not doing so, Tebigon sent Blue a message telling him to get the Society's ambassador to where he was supposed to be.
"What a century this week has been." - Seung Min Kim
Dreams of Revenge
Azunn — Tranquility
Secei Azunn Berreil had taken his seat promptly. Though he had visited the Galactic Nations - and hence Tranquility - a few times before, he was by no means the most experienced delegate there. Like Tebigon, he didn't recognise many of the diplomats that hailed from the other civilisations, a fact that rankled with him - he should have known, the peculiarities of the situation be damned!
He waited patiently for the Verandi representative to begin.
Erruan — Ceres
It was definitely not shaping up to be Erruan's day. She had arrived at the train station fully laden with all the equipment she would need for the duration of her employment... only to find out that the station was out of service for repair work, forcing the Sirian to take a 20 minute detour to the next nearest platform.
The first sign Solaris would have gotten that Erruan had arrived was the quiet clattering of all the former soldier's gear as she jogged toward the captain. Somehow, she had managed to pack all of her possessions into only two bags. Once she got closer, Erruan settled into a brisk stride, her eyes fixed upon Solaris as though the woman was the only thing in existence.
The Sirian came to a sharp halt and saluted*. Even if the human later turned out not to appreciate the gesture, it was better than being overly familiar. "My apologies, captain." She went with the safest option for addressing. I was... delayed by a poorly timed bit of repair work. I will not let it happen again."
Locking you up on radar since '09
THE SLORG!
"So you invite people to formal occasions, then only after the occasion you tell them that you expect them to repay you for it?" Blue asked rhetorically, and a bit sarcastically. "And some call us Grexians ripoffs" he couldn't help but mutter idly.
"But anyway, mister Piper, if you really think I just give myself weekends off, you clearly don't understand how important my time is. Also, I am a businessman; I don't do cultural exchanges. I do business. And I am not going to cancel business just to stand in place for a whole day" Blue explained to the ambassador. He thought for a moment, and an idea came to mind. "You'll have to settle for one of two things, mister Piper. Either you accompany me while on business and do your statue carving off to the side, or we can make it business" he offered, glancing down at his datapad as it beeped with an incoming message.
He quickly read the message from Lord Tebigon, since it was rather short, but kept looking at the datapad as if he was pouring through some much longer text. "I'm afraid we'll have to finish this conversation at another time. Business calls" Blue said in a more professional than usual sounding tone. Without looking up, he made a hand signal to the gunner, who gave a small nod of acknowledgement. The gunner then used his grip to pull Piper around while moving himself between Blue and Piper. Then he finally let go of Piper, and folded his arms, staring at the winged man like a bouncer.
"Yes Captain" Hrof said, finally lowering his salute and moving around Solaris to get immediately to what she had just told him to do.
edited 11th Oct '13 5:58:11 PM by FirockFinion
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Space Station Tranquility
Piper crossed his arms, averting to look at Blue. "Well, it's called a favor. Didn't think you'd be such a sourpuss about something like that. Fine, fine! We'll make it business!" He yelled just before he was dragged away. "But you're going to have to stand perfectly still! For a few hours! DO YOU PREFER WOOD OR CLAY?! REALISTIC OR CARTOONI—"
He turned around, stretching his wings and glaring at the security guard. "I am reconsidering my earlier comment about you and your fellow security guards' beauty!" Piper told the guard, like he had just insulted his mother, before going down the stairs and into the chamber, taking his seat and eagerly placing his drawing pad in front of him, ready to write down what he heard on the meeting.
The Docks
Johnathan's eyes rolled, until they followed Solaris, getting a good look of her back before nodding to her suggestion. "Getting settled in sounds great. We're gonna have private rooms, right?" He glanced at the others on the docks. "No offense, I just don't like looking at people looking at me going to sleep."
Some Guy Or Something
Rrivel
The Docks, Ceres
"No offense," began Rrivel, feeling an annoying headache develop as he eyed the winged humanoid. "But I don't want to watch you sleep. We Rakashians aren't into other races like that. We have a concept that I believe translates to 'pride' or 'basic self-worth'." Turning to the human, he was no less curt. "What needs guarding and when can I expect a pay check?"
"Evii is right though" -Saturn "I didn't know you were a bitch Evii." -Lior Val
King of Lame-Style
Ceres Docks, Ceres, Sol System
"Yez, Captain" she said with another bow and headed up the freighter and making her way to the dinning room after putting her belongings on a room.
edited 12th Oct '13 7:57:32 AM by sanojutsu
The graceless warrior, wielder of the edgeless blade, prophet of the old religions, writer of fluent nonsense, saviour of soul and song.
Ceres, Sol System
"Studying sleeping organics is quite beneficial," Bobby said. "It allows for analysis of sleeping patterns, detection of abnormal breathing patterns, and determine if a person has one of thousands of possible types of disorders. Properly diagnosing such issues before a long starship voyage is ideal, as medical support is limited when traveling in confined spaces far from inhabited systems."
Then he went onto the ship, set down his toolbox and backpack of spare clothes in one of the empty rooms she had indicated, and made his way to the dining hall.
International Space Colony Tranquility, Sol System
Rufus sat down next to Piper. Given her physiology and integrated components, she didn't need writing or typing implements, and could not use them even if they were needed. "If your business requires a subject for your sculpture as part of cultural exchange due to last night's barbeque," the ambassador told Piper, "this unit will be a subject of your art form in appreciation for services rendered."
International Space Colony Tranquility, Sol System
"This unit will take you up on your offer for dinner, ambassador," Rufus said to Piper, hopping up besides him. "I would enjoy visiting your room and seeing the creations you wish to display. Analyzing variations of your culture is always beneficial, and beings in your political position are uncommon compared to the general population."
Ceres, Sol System
The gorilla took a deep breath of the air, inhaling the combined smoke of the cigar and cigarette. Secondhand smoke was always something that could be analyzed, and more field tests meant more efficient nanite algorithms and processes could be developed from the data. It finished off its Jägerbomb to add a third variable to the mix. For science.
"I request the data regarding your freighter," he added, "So as to properly conducting the pre-flight inspection, computer interfacing, and tasks which are too specific to positively contribute to this sentence by mentioning."