Reuben was expectant as the creature stumbled out of the life pod, wearing what seemed to be an ill-fitted enviroment suit. He seemed extremely stand-offish and uncertain of where he was, shouting about how he was 'the Gardeners weeds' or something. After he heard Reuben's synthesized voice he jumped somewhat, and then made several hop-like steps toward a guard, tripped him and slipped off one of the gloves of his suit, reveling a small plastic implement. Reuben's combat analyser determined it to be a form of improvised weapon know as a shiv, commonly used by holdout fighters without access to real weaponry. As the diminuitive being hooked a foot around Reuben's leg he calculated the odds of the plastic implement doing even surface damage. RESULT: ODDS OF DAMAGE=0.000000000000000001%, ANALYSIS OF THREAT LEVEL=MINIMAL THREAT. With this in mind, as the reinforced plastic clattered against his reinforced frame all he did was watch the organic.

It was quite determined, repeatedly attempting to damage Reuben with the crude shiv, as well as bringing its detached oxygen tank against his frame bashing the heavy metal tank against his sideseveral times. Eventually the organic obviously began to tire, it had seem confused when its weapons had no effect on him even asking what he was early in the attack. However as the creature finally fell to its knees, its crude weapon broken to uselessness, it took off its helmet... exposing its tall ears. This biological oddity was uncategorized in Reuben's memory banks, meaning if the Society had met these beings they were not catalouged. [color=6ecff6]"I...I do not...[i]please[/i]"[/color], the small creature pleaded for clemency, and Reuben ran throough his memory banks for the correct protocol, quickly locating it.

[color=ed1c24]"-ORGANIC LIFEFORM, YOU HAVE ASSUALTED A MEMBER OF THE STEEL GUARD. THIS CRIME IS A SERIOUS OFFENSE AGAINST THE SOCIETY, HOWEVER IN LIEU OF ORDINARY PERSECUTION YOU PLEAD FOR CLEMENCY HAS BEEN ACCEPTED ON THE GROUNDS THAT YOUR BIOLOGICAL NATURE IS UNKNOWN. YOU ARE NOW IN THE CUSTODY OF THE SOCIETY OF STEEL, DO NOT STRUGGLE OR MORE SERIOUS FORCE WILL NEED TO BE APPLIED.-"[/color], Reuben grasped the organic around its wrist, careful not to break its bones, and pulled it up to it feet, he also looked at the pod, [color=ed1c24]"-THIS CRAFTS FLIGHT RECORDER IS NOW PROPERTY OF THE SOCIETY OF STEEL FOR USE IN FUTURE STUDIES-"[/color], he quickly found the pods recorder and removed it from the pod. Then he continued on his way, now dragging the small organic with him, until he saw a luxury ship owned by the Guild. Without wasting time he began to make his way to the ship and its occupants, his primary objective now within his reach. He had but one more question for his new additional charge, [color=ed1c24]"-ORGANIC LIFEFORM... A MOMENT-"[/color], he switched off his more harsh synthesizer, it was troublesome when dealing with ordinary organics and he currrently had little reason to keep it active. The switch was not subtle, both the volume and more gratin synthetic noise was gone, and his voice was more lifelike, though still very clearly artifically made, [color=ed1c24]"-Organic lifeform, what is your classification. Rephrase: What is your name.-"[/color]