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Having hopped up onto the log she was grateful to find that the other side was not secretly hiding a pit of vipers(be they alien or terrestrial) or something equally nasty. 

[color=#92B3DB]”looks like there’s nothing dangerous over here, so we’re safe from this direction as we push deeper”[/color]

In the little enclosed space was a single mighty tree, around which a few small plants grew, though what they where she had no idea. Herbology was not her strong point. Somewhat bizarrely there was also a small chest sitting in the grass, that looked both like antique and that it had been built yesterday. A replica perhaps, or more time malarkey? 

[color=#92B3DB]”If you two gentlemen want to go see if the chest and plants might be useful, I’ll stay up here to give you a hand climbing back out again”[/color]

She turned from where she was standing and, after examining the group heading further out and realising she did not trust most of it. She would have to rely on

[color=#92B3DB]”Ceder. Could you follow after them, at a safe distance, and shout to us if anything bad happens?”[/color]

She really did not trust either the alien, the mutant or the, now that she thought about him, rather disturbing Batter to act as reliable sources of information one whether they were in trouble or not. 

[color=#92B3DB]”Julian, go with them and obey orders Ceder and... ”[/color] she trailed off realized she didn’t know the bearded mans name. She couldn't exactly rely on the voiceless soldier to give him commands either. Not wanting to go back on her order for fear of hurting the girl’s already battered feelings, she effectively gave command over the killer robot to Ceder and only Ceder. This was perhaps not the wisest of moves.

Julian gave his slave driver the flattest look he could manage with an expressionless face. After his re-programming blocked the tirade of anger and frustration he was going to give about being put under the command of the weedy wallflower, stood from where he was kneeling and marched over to the teenager. After wordlessly staring at her with his singular glowing red eye for an uncomfortable amount of time he said:

[color=crimson]”Let’s get this over with shall we.[/color] [color=LightSlateGray]I await your command[/color][color=crimson] O tiny mistress”[/color] 

Julian layered as much hatred and contempt into those last words as he could without being overridden, which to his great sorrow wasn’t anywhere close to a fraction of the amount that he desired.