DocTomoe
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ON: Lor - Devil's Landing - Starship Holding Hangar
Not too long after the Yggdrasill and the Maras had landed, the Lorath had shifted a large portion of their scientific focus upon the landing strip, and the alien vessel landed upon it. A short while later, they moved the ship into an enclosed hangar as they continued to communicate and examine the vessel. All the while, keeping him fed.
The Sourcian Ambassador surveyed her prize within the airy hanger, arms crossed over in Lorath uniform. Her head turned as she heard the engineer she had been speaking to return though only slightly as her attentions were upon the gunship. "...This is like calculating the weather on an abacus. Did you manage to procure the adaptive module?"
"Yes Ambassador, this one has been modified from the one used on the landing pad earlier. It has been outfitted with a newer neural processor pack that has been upgraded with enhanced processor materials... it should be able to keep up with your capabilities." The Engineer explained as he wheeled over the rather large computing device. Indeed it was large, but it was also functional, it broke the rules of 'Progressively smaller technology', instead, it incorporated the best technology in the largest package.
"And is the central computer prepared to accept the volume of data I'm going to be working with?" Rebeka queried, finally settling her eyes on the engineer.
"I assure you, the palace computer is able to hold a massive volume of information. But incase of data overflow, we've also networked in some of the computers which we have obtained from the Yamataians, which are independent from their network of course." The Engineer smiled slightly as he explained, the situation was exciting to say the least. "We're ready when you are Ambassador; at least it seems such unless you have additional instructions."
A smile almost took the ambassador's features as she motioned toward the awkward looking machine that had been assembled, gracing her fingertips over the polished rounded shell for a few moments. "Alright. I'm still quite unfamiliar with your ways. Could you please instruct me through the connection procedure mister...?"
"Dessat, at least that is my name here on Lor, to off-worlders, I am known as Dico, Officially titled 4th Degree Communication Specialist." Dico moved closer to the Ambassador as he slid open a small panel on the machine. "You can operate it through tactile communication or telepathic communication. I've set it up so you can open the communication by pressing this button here..." He pointed upon a rather large red marked button on the panel. "It'll be ready to accept the data as soon as you desire."
Her fingertip plucked at her glove, sliding it from her left hand to stuff it into the right side pocket. Her hand rose to caress Dessat's cheek, looking over his features to memorize them. Her expression softened for a moment as she read his reaction from the acidity beneath her fingertips in his skin. "Di-co. Do you know what the strategic situation is at the moment?" she asked as her fingertip slid over to the red button from his cheek, squeezing it down against its hull with a soft click to initiate the device.
"The strategic situation is quite... grim, it has not improved since you last asked Ambassador." The communication specialist sighed. "We're preparing for a large scale exodus it seems... I've had to work on establishing communication lines to every settled position on Lor to prepare as many people as possible for evacuation and fortification. We've also managed to gather two thirds of the population's neural and genetic data, so we will be able to evacuate them through a cloning method, but I assume you were already aware of our evacuation proceedings."
"I am aware. What is the size of this solar system and what information can you provide me on the enemy?" she queried. The machine to her left strummed as it sifted through thousands of complex records aboard the Mara-S, giving a complete duplication of both its own memory and experiences and the schematics held in place of many of its star-charts.
"Well, I don't recall things like the exact mass of the system, and other such technicalities, but I will tell you what I learned back in my basic educational course... " Dico seemed to think back for a moment before he spoke again. "We are circling a Red Giant star; there are five planets in this star system, and eight moons, five above our outermost planet, one circling the fourth, and three circling this planet. There would have been nine moons, but one was dropped on Lor just recently. Other than Lor, we have settlements on several of the planetary bodies in our system, but they are not too large, so they will be easily evacuated..." He continued onwards.
"As for our enemy... this enemy was inherited by us when we were forced into signing ourselves into the Yamatai Empire. Since then, the Mishhuvurthyar have been advancing on our position. They are some sort of highly psionic race which look like floating skulls with tentacles... a rather unpleasing thought. Of course, I have not studied them much, unlike my LSDF counterparts."
"Why don't you trans-locate the system?" Rebeka announced as she continued to work, feeling the polished steel exterior of the unit provided become quite warm now as it worked to decode the information into a format the Lorath were comfortable with before passing it onwards into the Palace databanks.
"Trans-locate? The difficulty of that task goes beyond my scope of knowledge... but it may be something within your people's grasp." Dico stated as he absent mindedly reached behind his back and stroked at the tip of one of his feathered wings.
Rebeka's eyes settled upon the wings as she allowed the Maras to complete the task at hand. "What are those?" she queried. She had seen them upon everyone she had set eyes on and yet she still had no idea what they were for.
"I would think you'd know... they're wings..." Dico frowned slightly as he began to recite something from reflexive memory. "Two to three generations ago, we were exiled beneath the surface of Lor by the Helashio, during that time, our wings became vestigial. Prior to the exile, we were capable of short and long distance flight. At this time, only our royalty and the Shamanistic caste is capable of using their wings for flight due to inherent capabilities within their genetic structures."
"I see... Are they sensitive?" she asked as her fingertips rolled across, fascinated by what to her was a unique shape and form, one she had never tried to replicate.
"Not at all, at one point they were, at least that's what our documentation of the pre-exile states. I tend to mess with my feathers out of habit." As Dico explained, he watched the Ambassador. I guess she is curious about us... might as well indulge the Ambassador.
The smile that almost took her features finally settled in as she stroked and fingered between the feathers, tentatively flexing his wing like an arm out and then watching it slowly slide back toward his body. "Very strange..." she murmured as the computer announced the upload to the palace had been completed.
"If you are interested in the function of fully usable Lorath wings, I would suggest you ask one of the Lmanel which you may see around here... the ones who can fly often have birds that they keep in their company." Dico explained as he reached to his side and thumbed in a communication on a data pad to his superiors that the transfer was complete.
As his fingertip completed the operation, there was a sharp "pip" sound as she plucked a single feather and rose it to her face, memorizing its complex form. She cared not whether it hurt him or not, fascinated by the strange wisps and tiny tubes that made the feather's form.
"GYAH!" Dico winced as he restrained the urge to abruptly hit the Ambassador. "Excuse me, I would like to inform you that doing that stings, and those take a long while to regrow."
Rebeka's eyes rose from the feather in her hands which she idly stroked to Dico's expression. She didn't apologize but she slipped the feather into her pocket and stepped closer, pressing his back up against the heavy computer. Her expression was calm, delicate and yet barely sultry. "How should I compensate you?"
"Ambassador, I can not be properly compensated for a portion of my body which has been removed from me. Despite that, I would appreciate an apology." Despite the fact that Dico had been pushed between a machine and a soft spot, he seemed to be rather calm. Apparently, the wings were a somber matter to the Lorath.
"I am sorry" she said, her words clumsy. The concept of an apology didn't exist in her language in a formal manner so the concept was strange to her. She remained up against Dico, monitoring his every action in hope of gaining some insight into the way his mind worked.
"Gladly accepted." Dico looked upon Rebeka with a rather skeptical expression. "Ambassador, I would assume your people have no concept of 'personal boundaries'?"
"Personal boundaries?" Rebeka said in a skeptical tone. She mocked as if she knew the meaning of the word though it was painfully obvious she had no comprehension.
Dico nodded, he figured as much. A woman who communicated so openly would have to have no concept of such matters. "Ambassador, personal boundaries are physical and emotional distances which we place between ourselves and others. The way you are pressing against me for example, would often impose upon some people's personal boundaries. Some may enjoy such an intrusion; others may react in some degree of hostility." As Dico explained himself, he seemed quite composed, considering that there were a large pair of alien breasts pressed against his chest.
There was a pause as the alien in question weighed up his responses and then decided she wanted them summarizing. "How do you respond?"
"With people of my own race, I respond with some degree of irritation but tolerance due to a diplomatic mindset. With you, I respond with neutrality due to you being unfamiliar with our customs. With my mate, I respond with an emotional response of contentment."
She gradually felt things slipping into place as she noted his response and stepped away, putting a good meter between herself and the engineer. Her hands grasped the railings as her eyes explored the machine, through the entire process having been working upon a solution. Her response came after a long awkward silence of her own making. "I think your system can be relocated."
"Well, I'm not the person you should be informing... I would think you should inform the officials at the palace maybe the High Priest?" Dico suggested as he seemed completely at ease with the situation. "Do not worry, he'll be okay. We're keeping him well fed and tending to his needs so he will be comfortable." He spoke in reference to the vessel which was their focus of attention until mere moments ago.
She smiled and laughed quietly to herself. "I think you're... Heh. Spoiling him... To be honest. He has a very slow metabolism: One good meal every few months and a working reactor do the job."
"We want him to feel comfortable with us, which he should. A little spoiling goes a long way in such matters, it may make him feel at home, which will make him relax, and in turn, make him easier to communicate with." Dico explained as he smiled slightly. "Its like welcoming home a son or daughter who has come home from a long trip. A bit of spoiling helps to put a person... or ship... at ease."
Rebeka slowly shook her head, a laughter in her throat. "And when do I get my requests to be spoiled taken seriously?" she queried.
"From what I recall, you were given a rather large meal consisting of meat, more meat, some more meat, and an additional serving of meat, at your request this afternoon." Dico countered with a small smile. "Your other requests may take some time due to our evacuation efforts."
"For someone who only eats once a week, it isn't a stupidly large meal but it is... Accommodating." Rebeka said. Her ruby eyes shone as she reached into her pocket, taking the feather she stole from Dico. She fluttered it over her palm and smiled as she turned and made her way toward the exit door. "I'll keep this as a memento."
"I hope it carries fond memories." Dico gave a short nod to acknowledge the Ambassador's leaving. "Oh! Ambassador!" Dico almost forgot. "We have received a message from that private group which was on Nepleslia. They seem to have encountered some issues and have a desire to speak with you when you get a chance... they mentioned something about that wretched Princess."
Rebeka pondered for a moment, unfamiliar with Nepelsia's ruling. "Princess?"
"The Yamataian Princess Hanako." Dico explained as he gained an expression of disgust. "I would suggest you look into the matter, they requested that it be communicated to you and the royals."
"It will be done" Rebeka announced, recalling Hanako with distaste. Her uniform gave a soft clink as she turned to face the door and marched on to discuss plans for the transposition of the Lorath system and the situation on Nepelsia though she kept the feather close at hand.
Not too long after the Yggdrasill and the Maras had landed, the Lorath had shifted a large portion of their scientific focus upon the landing strip, and the alien vessel landed upon it. A short while later, they moved the ship into an enclosed hangar as they continued to communicate and examine the vessel. All the while, keeping him fed.
The Sourcian Ambassador surveyed her prize within the airy hanger, arms crossed over in Lorath uniform. Her head turned as she heard the engineer she had been speaking to return though only slightly as her attentions were upon the gunship. "...This is like calculating the weather on an abacus. Did you manage to procure the adaptive module?"
"Yes Ambassador, this one has been modified from the one used on the landing pad earlier. It has been outfitted with a newer neural processor pack that has been upgraded with enhanced processor materials... it should be able to keep up with your capabilities." The Engineer explained as he wheeled over the rather large computing device. Indeed it was large, but it was also functional, it broke the rules of 'Progressively smaller technology', instead, it incorporated the best technology in the largest package.
"And is the central computer prepared to accept the volume of data I'm going to be working with?" Rebeka queried, finally settling her eyes on the engineer.
"I assure you, the palace computer is able to hold a massive volume of information. But incase of data overflow, we've also networked in some of the computers which we have obtained from the Yamataians, which are independent from their network of course." The Engineer smiled slightly as he explained, the situation was exciting to say the least. "We're ready when you are Ambassador; at least it seems such unless you have additional instructions."
A smile almost took the ambassador's features as she motioned toward the awkward looking machine that had been assembled, gracing her fingertips over the polished rounded shell for a few moments. "Alright. I'm still quite unfamiliar with your ways. Could you please instruct me through the connection procedure mister...?"
"Dessat, at least that is my name here on Lor, to off-worlders, I am known as Dico, Officially titled 4th Degree Communication Specialist." Dico moved closer to the Ambassador as he slid open a small panel on the machine. "You can operate it through tactile communication or telepathic communication. I've set it up so you can open the communication by pressing this button here..." He pointed upon a rather large red marked button on the panel. "It'll be ready to accept the data as soon as you desire."
Her fingertip plucked at her glove, sliding it from her left hand to stuff it into the right side pocket. Her hand rose to caress Dessat's cheek, looking over his features to memorize them. Her expression softened for a moment as she read his reaction from the acidity beneath her fingertips in his skin. "Di-co. Do you know what the strategic situation is at the moment?" she asked as her fingertip slid over to the red button from his cheek, squeezing it down against its hull with a soft click to initiate the device.
"The strategic situation is quite... grim, it has not improved since you last asked Ambassador." The communication specialist sighed. "We're preparing for a large scale exodus it seems... I've had to work on establishing communication lines to every settled position on Lor to prepare as many people as possible for evacuation and fortification. We've also managed to gather two thirds of the population's neural and genetic data, so we will be able to evacuate them through a cloning method, but I assume you were already aware of our evacuation proceedings."
"I am aware. What is the size of this solar system and what information can you provide me on the enemy?" she queried. The machine to her left strummed as it sifted through thousands of complex records aboard the Mara-S, giving a complete duplication of both its own memory and experiences and the schematics held in place of many of its star-charts.
"Well, I don't recall things like the exact mass of the system, and other such technicalities, but I will tell you what I learned back in my basic educational course... " Dico seemed to think back for a moment before he spoke again. "We are circling a Red Giant star; there are five planets in this star system, and eight moons, five above our outermost planet, one circling the fourth, and three circling this planet. There would have been nine moons, but one was dropped on Lor just recently. Other than Lor, we have settlements on several of the planetary bodies in our system, but they are not too large, so they will be easily evacuated..." He continued onwards.
"As for our enemy... this enemy was inherited by us when we were forced into signing ourselves into the Yamatai Empire. Since then, the Mishhuvurthyar have been advancing on our position. They are some sort of highly psionic race which look like floating skulls with tentacles... a rather unpleasing thought. Of course, I have not studied them much, unlike my LSDF counterparts."
"Why don't you trans-locate the system?" Rebeka announced as she continued to work, feeling the polished steel exterior of the unit provided become quite warm now as it worked to decode the information into a format the Lorath were comfortable with before passing it onwards into the Palace databanks.
"Trans-locate? The difficulty of that task goes beyond my scope of knowledge... but it may be something within your people's grasp." Dico stated as he absent mindedly reached behind his back and stroked at the tip of one of his feathered wings.
Rebeka's eyes settled upon the wings as she allowed the Maras to complete the task at hand. "What are those?" she queried. She had seen them upon everyone she had set eyes on and yet she still had no idea what they were for.
"I would think you'd know... they're wings..." Dico frowned slightly as he began to recite something from reflexive memory. "Two to three generations ago, we were exiled beneath the surface of Lor by the Helashio, during that time, our wings became vestigial. Prior to the exile, we were capable of short and long distance flight. At this time, only our royalty and the Shamanistic caste is capable of using their wings for flight due to inherent capabilities within their genetic structures."
"I see... Are they sensitive?" she asked as her fingertips rolled across, fascinated by what to her was a unique shape and form, one she had never tried to replicate.
"Not at all, at one point they were, at least that's what our documentation of the pre-exile states. I tend to mess with my feathers out of habit." As Dico explained, he watched the Ambassador. I guess she is curious about us... might as well indulge the Ambassador.
The smile that almost took her features finally settled in as she stroked and fingered between the feathers, tentatively flexing his wing like an arm out and then watching it slowly slide back toward his body. "Very strange..." she murmured as the computer announced the upload to the palace had been completed.
"If you are interested in the function of fully usable Lorath wings, I would suggest you ask one of the Lmanel which you may see around here... the ones who can fly often have birds that they keep in their company." Dico explained as he reached to his side and thumbed in a communication on a data pad to his superiors that the transfer was complete.
As his fingertip completed the operation, there was a sharp "pip" sound as she plucked a single feather and rose it to her face, memorizing its complex form. She cared not whether it hurt him or not, fascinated by the strange wisps and tiny tubes that made the feather's form.
"GYAH!" Dico winced as he restrained the urge to abruptly hit the Ambassador. "Excuse me, I would like to inform you that doing that stings, and those take a long while to regrow."
Rebeka's eyes rose from the feather in her hands which she idly stroked to Dico's expression. She didn't apologize but she slipped the feather into her pocket and stepped closer, pressing his back up against the heavy computer. Her expression was calm, delicate and yet barely sultry. "How should I compensate you?"
"Ambassador, I can not be properly compensated for a portion of my body which has been removed from me. Despite that, I would appreciate an apology." Despite the fact that Dico had been pushed between a machine and a soft spot, he seemed to be rather calm. Apparently, the wings were a somber matter to the Lorath.
"I am sorry" she said, her words clumsy. The concept of an apology didn't exist in her language in a formal manner so the concept was strange to her. She remained up against Dico, monitoring his every action in hope of gaining some insight into the way his mind worked.
"Gladly accepted." Dico looked upon Rebeka with a rather skeptical expression. "Ambassador, I would assume your people have no concept of 'personal boundaries'?"
"Personal boundaries?" Rebeka said in a skeptical tone. She mocked as if she knew the meaning of the word though it was painfully obvious she had no comprehension.
Dico nodded, he figured as much. A woman who communicated so openly would have to have no concept of such matters. "Ambassador, personal boundaries are physical and emotional distances which we place between ourselves and others. The way you are pressing against me for example, would often impose upon some people's personal boundaries. Some may enjoy such an intrusion; others may react in some degree of hostility." As Dico explained himself, he seemed quite composed, considering that there were a large pair of alien breasts pressed against his chest.
There was a pause as the alien in question weighed up his responses and then decided she wanted them summarizing. "How do you respond?"
"With people of my own race, I respond with some degree of irritation but tolerance due to a diplomatic mindset. With you, I respond with neutrality due to you being unfamiliar with our customs. With my mate, I respond with an emotional response of contentment."
She gradually felt things slipping into place as she noted his response and stepped away, putting a good meter between herself and the engineer. Her hands grasped the railings as her eyes explored the machine, through the entire process having been working upon a solution. Her response came after a long awkward silence of her own making. "I think your system can be relocated."
"Well, I'm not the person you should be informing... I would think you should inform the officials at the palace maybe the High Priest?" Dico suggested as he seemed completely at ease with the situation. "Do not worry, he'll be okay. We're keeping him well fed and tending to his needs so he will be comfortable." He spoke in reference to the vessel which was their focus of attention until mere moments ago.
She smiled and laughed quietly to herself. "I think you're... Heh. Spoiling him... To be honest. He has a very slow metabolism: One good meal every few months and a working reactor do the job."
"We want him to feel comfortable with us, which he should. A little spoiling goes a long way in such matters, it may make him feel at home, which will make him relax, and in turn, make him easier to communicate with." Dico explained as he smiled slightly. "Its like welcoming home a son or daughter who has come home from a long trip. A bit of spoiling helps to put a person... or ship... at ease."
Rebeka slowly shook her head, a laughter in her throat. "And when do I get my requests to be spoiled taken seriously?" she queried.
"From what I recall, you were given a rather large meal consisting of meat, more meat, some more meat, and an additional serving of meat, at your request this afternoon." Dico countered with a small smile. "Your other requests may take some time due to our evacuation efforts."
"For someone who only eats once a week, it isn't a stupidly large meal but it is... Accommodating." Rebeka said. Her ruby eyes shone as she reached into her pocket, taking the feather she stole from Dico. She fluttered it over her palm and smiled as she turned and made her way toward the exit door. "I'll keep this as a memento."
"I hope it carries fond memories." Dico gave a short nod to acknowledge the Ambassador's leaving. "Oh! Ambassador!" Dico almost forgot. "We have received a message from that private group which was on Nepleslia. They seem to have encountered some issues and have a desire to speak with you when you get a chance... they mentioned something about that wretched Princess."
Rebeka pondered for a moment, unfamiliar with Nepelsia's ruling. "Princess?"
"The Yamataian Princess Hanako." Dico explained as he gained an expression of disgust. "I would suggest you look into the matter, they requested that it be communicated to you and the royals."
"It will be done" Rebeka announced, recalling Hanako with distaste. Her uniform gave a soft clink as she turned to face the door and marched on to discuss plans for the transposition of the Lorath system and the situation on Nepelsia though she kept the feather close at hand.
