Nalket says, "Where we shall find clothing for all of these... people... I do not know."
"More to the point, do they need food and water?"
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Further examination of the sarcophagus answers Nalket's query about clothing, as a drawer full of fitted garments pleasing to the eye opens under Andromeda's sarcophagus. She casually dons a silvery gown and pair of silken slippers....
Does this attire please you, Zed?
Andromeda seems to have bonded in some way to Zed, and can't take her dark blue eyes off of him, nor can she stop smiling and blushing a pale azure hue when he returns her gaze....
The next sarcophagus opens to release a balding, graying, grandfatherly android, who rises up with an almost sheepish expression, like one caught napping on the job....
T-t-t-top o' the m-m-mornin' to ye! I be Androphilus John, b-b-b-but my engineers call me Gramps.
Gramps grins and presses a catch on his sarcophagus, causing the drawer to slide out and produce a robe for "Gramps" to don, along with some slippers.
"Hello Gramps, could you tell me what you task is"
She says coming over and checking he is fine.
Nalket's brow furrows, and then she haltingly said, "These people speak as if... as if they were... made for some purpose, each of them?"
"O they where, there we made in, mechanical wombs, there is more craft about them than chance."
She says reading off her small black slab.
Nalket looks briefly shocked, then curious, then she rests one hand on her abdomen and says, "I suppose about once per month I would not mind if my womb were mechanical instead of a cramped knot."
"Heh. If mechanical, could fix design flaw." Gnaarrg commiserates, touching her abdomen absentmindedly as she moves to the next pod. "Make hurting stop, replace with color indicator instead. Zed. Good job. Explain what we woke them for."
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I be made for t-t-t-tellin' tall tales and fables to y-y-young'ns ages 5 to 13 Androffan years. Once they get much p-p-p-past their early tweens, they d-d-don't have much use for old G-g-g-gramps' takes o' dwarves 'n giants 'n fairy princesses 'n the like....
I am made for personal assisting type Alpha-hetero male adult humanoids, and can be taught to serve and provide affable company in many capacities.... (Still smiling demurely at Zed....)
Zed looks absentminded as he looks at Andromeda.
He then looks to Gnaarrg for a moment.
"Okay I'll t-try to explain what's h-happening?"
He then looks at the androids that have been woken up.
"I suppose about once per month I would not mind if my womb were mechanical instead of a cramped knot."
Now Zal looks shocked, then goes over and whispers in Nalket's ear.
"Do you humans not have control over your menstruation by means of menstruation magics. They ease the pain and relive the discomfort. I had a contraceptive magic procedure done a few years ago and it really does help. It lots of ways and its reversible. I can point you at a healer when we find one."
She adds with a smile.
The next android awakened is a curt and surly fellow....
Meeeeaaaahhhh! Meeeeeaaaaahhh! I say, why'd ya go n' wake me up while I was havin such a nice dream, eh? What's the big idea, eh? She was just about convinced, I tell ya! An' yous' guys come along and-and-and pop my nice cozy bubble, see!? Neeeeaaaaahhhhh!
The grumpy android opens his drawer and selects a pair of pinstriped pantaloons and a checkered yellow-and-black shirt. He dons them huffily, adding a pair of sparkly green shoes with upcurved toe....
The fourth android awakened, another female, stretches and yawns as she rises from her sarcophagus....
Hi, y'all! I'm Andrea Sue! I don't s'pose we have any gaveh brewed up yet?
She turns to look at Geirmur and grins....
My! You sure are a tall drink o' water! What's your name, handsome?
Seeming to suddenly realize that she is naked, Andrea Sue leaps out of her Sarcophagus, giggling, and frantically jabs at the catch that opens the clothing drawer....
Good heavens, I'm naked as a purlingjay! This here dress looks purdy.... whadya think, handsome?
Andrea Sue holds a simple frock with floral patterns up to her shapely body and looks endearingly at Geirmur....
Geirmur stares, mouth agape for a moment.
"It should look lovely on you ma'am."
He looks away politely.
"But this is indecent. I apologize, I had no intention of...
He seems lost for words from embarrassment.
Gnaarrg continues to awaken androids, which rise from the sarcophagi and don outfits from the drawers. Each seems to be more or less friendly, or at least indifferent toward the adventurers, and curious about where they are.
Nalket seems to be processing this whole experience. A series of thoughts cross her face, and she frowns frequently while hanging back and watching the mass awakening.
Looks each of them over and explains to them, about the crash and the situation they are all in.
The adventurers now have a considerable number of androids that could be trained in defense in preparation for the coming Technic League siege. There is, of course, the question of how to feed so many people, but this problem also provides an opportunity for training in the skills of hunting, which translate well into training for war....
Nalket and Geirmur can train these androids in the skills of hunting and warfare, and they should help us turn the tables against the Technic League and Black Sovereign! To supplement the food acquired through hunting and foraging, I do believe Gnaarrg, Zed, and Lady Zal to be capable of restoring the matter duplicators in the cafes and restaurants within the Silver Turret, given time to salvage and tinker....
Gnaarrg nods. "I can fix. Need time, parchment, quill and ink. Will also need parts." She offers.
Gnaarrg salvages parts from the wreckage of the levels thus-far explored, and collects sufficient materials to attempt a fix on one of the less damaged matter duplicators.
Nalket and Geirmur begin to train the androids in the arts of hunting and warfare.
Zed follows Gnaarrg to assist as required.
"I will a-assist in the repairs."
Nalket clearly finds the whole business unsettling. Artificial people? Created and stored away like smoked meat kept over winter? Though she shares her survival skills, she always seems a bit nervous around the androids, looking somewhat askance at them and not exactly "friendly."
"We are making a tribe of our own," she says to her companions, "but these lands are very dry and barren. We might not survive if we scavenge forever. We need ways to make food and tools."
Nalket trains the androids well on the first day, teaching them what the scouts of the Ghost Wolves teach children about living off the land, going unseen,and stalking prey....
With Zed's and Lady Zal's help, Gnaarrg restores a food replicator in the cafe on the Promenade deck to working Order with salvage taken from other damaged machines. The food replicator can create enough food to nourish 8 people per hour equivalent to a day's caloric intake!
Gnaarrg attempts to instruct the androids on how the replicators work, and also the turret's controls. She won't actually *fire* the weapons, but she wants to make sure that if one of the party is disabled they could contribute to the defense.
spends her time looking over the computer and her tablet of kn.
She will look for power suits and weapons.
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Zed begins gathering his equipment. "P-perhaps we s-should try the s-security deck or the medical deck."
"Medical deck it is then." Gnaarrg decides. "Good idea."
The adventurers arrive on the Medical Deck, emerging from the west elevator shaft into the nurse's station....
Lounging on the floor around the central desk are 4 more of the blue, tentacled, lion-like beasts! They immediately rise up and turn toward the party, poised to pounce!
"How did so many creatures survive in here for so long with no food?" wonders Nalket incredulously.
"Looks like w-we have company."
Zed says as he reaches for his weapon.
Med Deck Massacre: Round 1!
Zed!
Nalket!
Gnaarrg!
Akatas!
TBD: Geirmur
Zed unsheathes his Chain-Sword and powers it on. The buzzing of the blades whirling into life.
He then moves to stand his ground in between the creatures and his comrades.
Zed unsheathes his Chain-Sword and powers it on. The buzzing of the blades whirling into life.
He then moves to stand his ground in between the creatures and his comrades.
Instinctively, the four monsters pause in respect for the destructive power of Zed's mighty Chain-Sword....
Darn. I guess this campaign is officially dead lol.
I think there have been so many delays that people gave up.
My apologies for my part in that. Was hoping we still had a few players checking in. :/
Anyway, thank you for your participation and good RP while it lasted. Might start up another PBP in the future, when a fun idea grabs me.