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Awwww I was all excited to see a new post here, but it's JUST YOU. :P
I'm waiting on Ink, since Reaper's post completely ignored my character and I'd prefer that I get her interactions with that first episode out of the way before moving on to Angel.
So, did jum die or somethin?
Jupiter listened solemnly, nodding along as if he shared Vulban's distress. The concepts of leadership and dictatorship and dystopia would have been entirely foreign to him a year ago, but now he understood some of them, to some extent. The prison had a chain of command, and he'd heard some of the guards griping about it. the especially-loud ones didn't last very long. He'd even had his own taste of war, since that was what his crimes had been described as: war crimes of killing civilians. He still found it curious that one could be tried under laws that he did not have a reference to understand, but the whole thing had been a sham, anyway: just a legal hurdle for those who wanted his homestead, which he was informed would be taken from him to help pay for his crimes.
Still, though, these things were largely over his head: translated into odd unintelligible explanations or left raw for him to try to understand in that way. Warfare was to him the fighting of many battles, surrender the flagging of old age. Much of what Vulban said made little sense, but Jupiter hoped that he had gleaned the main points. Better to be sure, though; for all he knew, those words changed the entire meaning of the story.
"Your loved one is dead, and you wish to avenge her. Your people are losing their things, and you wish to protect it." He brought his head down again; it was unfortunate that his comrade was attached to the wall where he was, as that was normally where Jupiter would place his neck if he were to sit in one position for a long time, and all of this uncomfortable movement was making him a bit sore. "This does not make sense to me, though. Is not your loved one dead? You should mourn her. Did not your people send you here? Then it seems folly to return to them to protect them." Not that he had a better suggestion, and he realized that maybe he was being obtuse and insensitive, but he also didn't want to see this fellow return here if he were to once escape, and that seemed the logical conclusion of his actions. What good was fighting for someone who was dead? "Or do they still have your loved one's body? Or can your race be resuscitated?" It made sense if that were true, because at least he would get something from his fighting. But if not, how would anyone benefit from avenging a dead person?
"Regardless, I shall do all in my power to buy your freedom. I hope you will not waste it. Surely my wife and child would like to meet you."
Still, though, these things were largely over his head: translated into odd unintelligible explanations or left raw for him to try to understand in that way. Warfare was to him the fighting of many battles, surrender the flagging of old age. Much of what Vulban said made little sense, but Jupiter hoped that he had gleaned the main points. Better to be sure, though; for all he knew, those words changed the entire meaning of the story.
"Your loved one is dead, and you wish to avenge her. Your people are losing their things, and you wish to protect it." He brought his head down again; it was unfortunate that his comrade was attached to the wall where he was, as that was normally where Jupiter would place his neck if he were to sit in one position for a long time, and all of this uncomfortable movement was making him a bit sore. "This does not make sense to me, though. Is not your loved one dead? You should mourn her. Did not your people send you here? Then it seems folly to return to them to protect them." Not that he had a better suggestion, and he realized that maybe he was being obtuse and insensitive, but he also didn't want to see this fellow return here if he were to once escape, and that seemed the logical conclusion of his actions. What good was fighting for someone who was dead? "Or do they still have your loved one's body? Or can your race be resuscitated?" It made sense if that were true, because at least he would get something from his fighting. But if not, how would anyone benefit from avenging a dead person?
"Regardless, I shall do all in my power to buy your freedom. I hope you will not waste it. Surely my wife and child would like to meet you."
"Oh, alright then." The barricade came down, the three bots separating and moving apart slightly so that Mariya could step from behind them and out where she could be seen.
"Sorry about the misunderstanding, but it looked like he was mugging you. It is dark down here, would be a good place for a mugging, I guess." This time she didn't use the robots to talk for her, so they could hear her real voice. She turned on the robot's headlights, and the area was flooded with light. She squinted through the sudden brightness at the two of them. It was one thing to see them with her robots' sensors, and another thing to see them in full color with her own. Now that she got a full look at them, she felt a bit sheepish about the whole misunderstanding. The fellow whom she'd accused of mugging was well-dressed: dirty, but tidy and respectable-looking. The lady she'd "saved" looked rough and spy-like: certainly not the damsel-in-distress sort.
And they were friends with the "peek-a-boo" girl? Well, that was a bummer. She'd been hoping to avoid whoever that was altogether; having someone that loud around was just begging to be found by someone more dangerous. After all, it wasn't safe down here. But if she sent them on their way, she'd be able to gracefully extricate herself without letting them know where she was going.
"Yeah, sure. She was just that way, and then you take a left, and sounded like she was two rights down from that." She wasn't pointing them in the wrong direction, per se, but she definitely didn't know that specifically. Her hearing wasn't that specific, not like she was a bat or anything, but they'd be on the right course and she'd be able to move along, herself. She gave a shrug and Ralphie and Carlos formed into her bike again. As she was climbing on, though, she turned back questioningly. "How many of you are there?" She glanced between the dozens of heat signatures down that tunnel and the two brighter spots of her temporary companions.
"Sorry about the misunderstanding, but it looked like he was mugging you. It is dark down here, would be a good place for a mugging, I guess." This time she didn't use the robots to talk for her, so they could hear her real voice. She turned on the robot's headlights, and the area was flooded with light. She squinted through the sudden brightness at the two of them. It was one thing to see them with her robots' sensors, and another thing to see them in full color with her own. Now that she got a full look at them, she felt a bit sheepish about the whole misunderstanding. The fellow whom she'd accused of mugging was well-dressed: dirty, but tidy and respectable-looking. The lady she'd "saved" looked rough and spy-like: certainly not the damsel-in-distress sort.
And they were friends with the "peek-a-boo" girl? Well, that was a bummer. She'd been hoping to avoid whoever that was altogether; having someone that loud around was just begging to be found by someone more dangerous. After all, it wasn't safe down here. But if she sent them on their way, she'd be able to gracefully extricate herself without letting them know where she was going.
"Yeah, sure. She was just that way, and then you take a left, and sounded like she was two rights down from that." She wasn't pointing them in the wrong direction, per se, but she definitely didn't know that specifically. Her hearing wasn't that specific, not like she was a bat or anything, but they'd be on the right course and she'd be able to move along, herself. She gave a shrug and Ralphie and Carlos formed into her bike again. As she was climbing on, though, she turned back questioningly. "How many of you are there?" She glanced between the dozens of heat signatures down that tunnel and the two brighter spots of her temporary companions.
"Hopefully so, though I am unsure as to the situation in my home." Jupiter's maw bent into something disapproving and perhaps worried. A lot could have happened in the Terran year it had been since he was apprehended.
Thankfully, 'Vulban' wasn't anything that the translator would pick up. It was close to 'voelbane', a particularly nasty parasitic creature that had once been a scourge for his race, but that wasn't what he was being asked to call this fellow, so as long as he was careful in his pronunciation, things should be alright. "Vulban is not a word within my vocabulary, so I assume that the translator should not interfere with that." Jupiter nodded to indicate that he would use that name now that they had agreed upon something.
But then it was back to business, of course. What had caused them to bring him here for a year and sentence him to death? Well, it was a long story, but he had been asked for it, and since he was also curious why Vulban was here (and maybe knowing would give him some more insight into what partnership they could arrange), he began to oblige him.
"I am not particularly vicious for my kind. But, my people are not abundant like the humanoid races. We mate when we meet and enjoy the company of one another, but we are spread thin on a large planet, so such meetings are few. Ancient wisdom warns against living too close to each other, and we are often not especially kind to one another when we do."
"This makes us a sparse people, with great loyalty to those whom we love. It is said that there is one, and only one, for each person; and I have seen this to be true. Regardless, my One and I had found each other, and were raising a child. This was some three Terran years ago, now; one day a pair of Terran research vessels invaded my territory, and it was my duty to protect my family. I attempted to ward them off, but the vessels took interest in me instead of leaving, and so I was required to, as it is said, use force. I'm told that I killed more than four hundred that day: the two ships, no longer capable of flight with their hulls breached by my light, plummeted into the planet. Reinforcements arrived, and I once more defended my territory. It took them three years to bring a ship large enough to withstand my assault: I hear that they designed special armor with which to outfit this ship."
"You see, my territory apparently contains a deposit of very expensive materials, and Terrans are a very greedy sort of creature. They dashed thousands upon my fury for the sake of whatever it was that they believed they needed. I believe they only captured me for sadistic reasons, or possibly in the hopes of training or observing me. Sadly for them, I am much more intelligent than a tameable beast, and they have observed me for long enough, and so now my time is coming to an end."
"I... still do not know what happened of my family. As much as I hope that when we escape, I will have One to return to and a glorious daughter to teach and enjoy, I am uncertain what the Terrans would have done to them. I only hope that they fled and allowed the conquerors access to whatever we had which was so important."
Thankfully, 'Vulban' wasn't anything that the translator would pick up. It was close to 'voelbane', a particularly nasty parasitic creature that had once been a scourge for his race, but that wasn't what he was being asked to call this fellow, so as long as he was careful in his pronunciation, things should be alright. "Vulban is not a word within my vocabulary, so I assume that the translator should not interfere with that." Jupiter nodded to indicate that he would use that name now that they had agreed upon something.
But then it was back to business, of course. What had caused them to bring him here for a year and sentence him to death? Well, it was a long story, but he had been asked for it, and since he was also curious why Vulban was here (and maybe knowing would give him some more insight into what partnership they could arrange), he began to oblige him.
"I am not particularly vicious for my kind. But, my people are not abundant like the humanoid races. We mate when we meet and enjoy the company of one another, but we are spread thin on a large planet, so such meetings are few. Ancient wisdom warns against living too close to each other, and we are often not especially kind to one another when we do."
"This makes us a sparse people, with great loyalty to those whom we love. It is said that there is one, and only one, for each person; and I have seen this to be true. Regardless, my One and I had found each other, and were raising a child. This was some three Terran years ago, now; one day a pair of Terran research vessels invaded my territory, and it was my duty to protect my family. I attempted to ward them off, but the vessels took interest in me instead of leaving, and so I was required to, as it is said, use force. I'm told that I killed more than four hundred that day: the two ships, no longer capable of flight with their hulls breached by my light, plummeted into the planet. Reinforcements arrived, and I once more defended my territory. It took them three years to bring a ship large enough to withstand my assault: I hear that they designed special armor with which to outfit this ship."
"You see, my territory apparently contains a deposit of very expensive materials, and Terrans are a very greedy sort of creature. They dashed thousands upon my fury for the sake of whatever it was that they believed they needed. I believe they only captured me for sadistic reasons, or possibly in the hopes of training or observing me. Sadly for them, I am much more intelligent than a tameable beast, and they have observed me for long enough, and so now my time is coming to an end."
"I... still do not know what happened of my family. As much as I hope that when we escape, I will have One to return to and a glorious daughter to teach and enjoy, I am uncertain what the Terrans would have done to them. I only hope that they fled and allowed the conquerors access to whatever we had which was so important."
I don't tend to contribute to inane OOC conversation whining about the lack of IC posts unless I'm bored! I haven't been bored recently, soooooooo...
Jupiter listened to his rant this time, much more placidly than he had before. He wasn't getting yelled at with a tiny noise this time, so everything was alright in his book. And the story of the origins of his companion's name were interesting enough. Of course then things turned back around and they were back to lambasting him, this time apparently because he was just too nice in accepting nicknames. And here he thought he was being helpful in not requireing people to pronounce his name.
"Fine." Jupiter brought down one of his awkward forelimbs to right in front of Iral's face. "Do not move too much please. If you were not handcuffed, you could do this yourself. But seeing as you are..." He carefully poked his large claw into the device behind Iral's ear, and after a few seconds managed to press the off button on it. The green light died away with the almost-unnoticeable hissing that the device had been feeding Iral's ear, and Jupiter cleared his throat.
It's amazing the variety of sound that such a creature can make. One moment he was rivalling the noise of a warp drive, and then here he was, warbling away some hauntingly siren-like sound which he accompanied with strange tinkling noises from his whale-like teeth. The sound melodiously floated along until he let it fade away, and then he poked around at the translator for a few more moments and managed to turn it back on.
"That was my name. It is a phrase from an ancient song. While it is pleasant to hear, to hear others mangle it is not only an insult to my hearing, but also to my culture. I would rather you just use words that we can both understand."
"Fine." Jupiter brought down one of his awkward forelimbs to right in front of Iral's face. "Do not move too much please. If you were not handcuffed, you could do this yourself. But seeing as you are..." He carefully poked his large claw into the device behind Iral's ear, and after a few seconds managed to press the off button on it. The green light died away with the almost-unnoticeable hissing that the device had been feeding Iral's ear, and Jupiter cleared his throat.
It's amazing the variety of sound that such a creature can make. One moment he was rivalling the noise of a warp drive, and then here he was, warbling away some hauntingly siren-like sound which he accompanied with strange tinkling noises from his whale-like teeth. The sound melodiously floated along until he let it fade away, and then he poked around at the translator for a few more moments and managed to turn it back on.
"That was my name. It is a phrase from an ancient song. While it is pleasant to hear, to hear others mangle it is not only an insult to my hearing, but also to my culture. I would rather you just use words that we can both understand."
Rare said
It's fine, we can wait for you, plus there another person that needs to post as well.
Who?
Hey are you still around?
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