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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....
Um.... I believe the answer to your question about danger has been answered, My Lady!
Oh.... Hmmm....
But if we can make friends with it, it could massacre the combined armies of the Technic League and the Black Sovereign single-handed!
Suppose we awaken the 18 androids and program them to fight in defense of the Silver Turret? They would go at least a little ways toward evening the odds....
Or chemistry, the science of elements and their interactions.... Or demonology, the study of those malign entities that inhabit the Abyss....
The methodology of science involves observing phenomena, recording data without bias or speculation, only the provable facts, and experimentation to confirm or eliminate that which proves untrue....
And stalwart Geirmur, marksman and cavalier, a true soldier! I foresee great deeds being the stuff that makes up his legend.... Who can stand against his fearsome aim should he obtain a laser rifle within the Silver Turret?
Only time can tell what will become of brave Nalket, Shaman of the Ghost Wolves, who speaks with birds and beasts, and manipulates the very energies that thrum and vibrate through the natural world of Golarion.... She may rise up to be a mighty leader of her people.... Or she might have even larger scope in store....
Yes, My Lady Chamberlain. He is called Zed, wielder of the relentless Chain-Sword! His like has not been seen before by these Golarionites, and I suspect his legend will soon spread the length and breadth of Avistan! Zed, the Sawyer! Chain-Swordsman and and nanite sorcerer supreme!
And my Lady Zal, here, has such a wonderfully sophisticated intellect and curiosity, which has led her to discover the meaning of many of our Androffan texts from absolutely no context, and with only my meager assistance.... Soon, she will be a master of Androffan lore!
Oh, you'll find that Gnaarrg is rather clever, My Lady Chamberlain.... She has reconfigured the explosive slave collars that were once these young heroes' yoke and tether to the Technic League into a most marvelous and lethal piece of jewelry. She also understands how to use the computers aboard the Silver Turret, and has become quite formidable with the laser pistol she wears on her hip....
And then!? And then!?
I do, my sweet Chamberlain! These brave, young natives, who have rescued me from eons of ennui inside a medicine cabinet, and exterminated a band of insufferable vegepygmies, seem the most worthy to take ownership of the Silver Turret. Under their command, I feel that we may yet achieve greatness!
Worldwound? Demons? Devils? Chess? Oh, my! It all sounds absolutely dreadful, my Chamberlain! What are we to do??
Oh joy! Chamberlain! You're awake! Oh, this is going to be great fun, now! Chamberlain is an oracle, you know! A prophetess who sees the future! Clinger buzzes about ecstatically in response to the sonorous female voice that suddenly begins speaking at around midnight....
He seems to be rather well made, My Lady.... I can discern no off button, so to speak....
Egads! That was a nasty blow! Are you still operational, Master Zed!?
Braving the possibility of attack, Clinger flits around the brass gearsman, scrutinizing its construction in search of a weak point.... I'll just have a look, My Lady....
Oh, my!! So it's going to be that type of negotiation! I'm not well-suited to all that, so I'll, um, stay over here with Lady Zal by the elevator.... Good luck!! The aventurine dragonfly zips back to the service elevator shaft next to Zal....
In Taldane (Common): Well, he's counting down ten seconds before he enforces protocols, which will likely involve poking you with that spear in his hands, Sir Geirmur.
Hi there! Please, sir, there's no call for enforcing any protocols on us, we're here to take care of one tiny little problem outside the Silver Turret, and then we'll be happy to leave.... Spinning in the air to face the party: Unless, of course, we want to explore this level; I don't mean to speak for all of us.... What say you, my lords and ladies?
Clinger hesitates a moment, trying to decide whether to help Zed or Nalket....
.... Finally buzzing over to land on Nalket's shoulder, where he briefly glows with a similar golden light to that emanated by the healing wand. Nalket feels the vigor restored to her limbs immediately....
These shadows have severely weakened Master Zed and Mistress Nalket.... Shall I use my daily reserve of nanodrugs to heal one or the other of them?
Bravo, My Lady! Well done!
I suspect that traditional ballistics will have little effect on these entities, Master Geirmur! squeaks Clinger, hovering manically between Nalket, who is closer to the shadows, and Lady Zal taking cover back behind the others....
Perched on Lady Zal's shoulder, Clinger makes a low whistling sound. Those two have been dead for a long time.... and yet.... it seems that some darker part of their energy still lingers on here! And it seems to be....hungry....
I'm quite alright, thank you, Sir. It's a boor to be certain, but I believe we've come to an understanding....
Squeeeeee!!! Zip!!! Zurrrrrrrrrrr!!!!! Robot Jargon: Why, I oughtta!!!!
Turning around to face the party, Clinger makes a ticking, impatient sound.... This robot is a simple brute, My Lady, with no manners to speak of. I doubt we shall learn anything good from the likes of him! Turning back to the firefighter robot, the dragonfly buzzes angrily: Bidap bidap blip blibap, bloop blerrrrg!!! Robot Jargon: I'm not a gnat, you bottomdragger!!!
Flitting over to hover a few feet in front of the firefighter robot, Clinger begins asking a few perfunctory questions in his tinny, high-pitched voice. Bee bo bap blip? Robotic Jargon: Put out any fires lately, mate?
Of course, My Lady! What shall I say to this firefighter robot?
My creator has made me with all that I require for self nourishment, but I thank you, My Lady. In 16 Golarion hours, I shall be fully replenished and sated on the energy that comes from the multiversal source of life. Some call this energy ki in the lands of the continent you know as Casmaron. Others call it panache, grit, or mana.... It is essential to all life as we know it, and resides to some degree or another in every living thing. The aventurine dragonfly lands on the tip of Nalket's longspear as it continues to speak in its tinny, buzzing voice.... Its the energy that binds and permeates us all with every other thing in the multiverse. It makes what some call "magic" possible in a variety of different ways.... Clinger rambles on for several hours, touching on myriad scientific and philosophical subjects in such a patient and courteous manner that the Artifact Miners find themselves spellbound by his wondrous stories.... Gradually, curiosity and wonder about the mysteries unearthed by chatting with Clinger and consulting the Genie display give way to fatigue and slumber, and the aventurine dragonfly lapses into a mode of making gentle, cricket-like chirps that lull the adventurers to sleep....
That, My Lady, is a Genie library display model manufactured by SyntaxCorp.... It appears to have "died".... er, that is to say, it must be charged before it will work again.... Assuming it is still functional at all, of course....
The aventurine dragonfly hovers near Lady Zal-Azra, buzzing impetuously at the vegepygmies....
The aventurine dragonfly dips in a midair bow at Saissha. Thank you, My Lady! As the airlock door to the waiting room is opened, revealing more vegepygmies, Clinger emits a series of high-pitched warning beeps! Vegepygmies!
Hmmm.... Well, some of the elements of the periodic table are required for proper human nutrition, such as sodium and calcium.... But I suspect that I might not have made myself entirely clear.... The somewhat amusing and ironic conversation continues as the adventurers position themselves to open the portside airlock door.... Beyond, they find an airlock identical to the one through which they entered the Silver Turret, except the door to the outside is sealed. The adventurers then prepare to open the door leading into the waiting area to the south....
Blue is a higher level of access than black, and black trumps brown. There are several other colors used aboard Divinity....
Clinger buzzes over to Nalket and examines the collar around her neck. I'm sorry, but I lack the proper appendages for that task. It appears that a green e-pick will be required to unlock this collar safely. Perhaps we can find one in this section of Divinity? Green is a rather high level of security.... but it would not be entirely surprising to find a green or better e-pick somewhere in this section....
The manufacturers of Divinity were the Androffans. They were not very different from other humanoids, like you, My Lady. My diagnostics indicate that your anatomy is very similar to Androffan human anatomy, with minor cosmetic variations, such as elongated and pointed ears, and a somewhat more slender structure. You also have twice the rods and cones in your eyeballs. But I digress! The Androffan humans were an industrious and adventurous race, My Lady. Pioneers in constructing wormholes to traverse inconceivably vast voids of space, the Androffans are a credit to humanity wherever it thrives!
Clinger buzzes momentarily, then bows neatly on the desk before Zal. Of course, My Lady! I am relieved to be free of that boring medical cabinet, and among more sophisticated conversationalists than the vegepygmies! Dreadful brutes, those vegepygmies! Obsessed with eliminating "meat creatures", as they call non-plant beings, and with staring like idiots at the display screens in the reception area! As if each message or image, which they have absolutely no context to even begin to comprehend the meaning thereof, were an omen from divine entities!
It was more than six millennia ago that the catastrophe struck Divinity and led to the circumstances of this section of the station crashing into the planet we are currently marooned on. Golarion, I believe, is its current designation? I doubt that any of my contemporary voyagers survived to the current date, unless the stasis pods have been operating all these many years.... The engineers that crafted Divinity possessed marvelous art, but entropy has a way of undermining even the most eternal ingenuities....
Clinger buzzes from Zed's shoulder to alight upon the desk where Zal has spread out the ancient medical ampules. Pointing its delicate aventurine antennae at a trio of yellow ampules: These are antitoxins.... I sense that the airtight ampules they are stored in and the preservatives mixed into the solutions have kept them viable even all these millennia after they were formulated.... Pointing at three red serums in similar ampules: Those are nanocellular solutions, for rapid tissue repair.... Still viable.... Examining the rest, Clinger clicks disapprovingly.... These others were antidotes for various diseases.... but they've all gone bad.... poisonous, now....
Once it seems sure that the adventurers have agreed not to take it apart to study it, the aventurine dragonfly briefly glows with a golden-green radiance, and Zed's wounds are completely healed! The patient is fully restored! My nanomedical reserves will regenerate in 0.7 solar cycles.
Resting between two cases filled with ampules of mysterious serums is an elegantly crafted figurine of a dragonfly made of sparkling green aventurine, its translucent wings delicately cut with intricate geometries.... As the sunlight reflects off its bulbous, multifaceted eyes, the wings begin to flutter so quickly they become a blur, and the aventurine dragonfly takes flight, hovering in front of Lady Zal's face.... It begins to emit a high-pitched, buzzing murmuring, which soon becomes intelligible speech: Thank you for liberating me! Those insufferable primitives must have thought I was a pathogen-spreading insect. They insisted on keeping me locked inside that dark medicine cabinet day after day, never considering the value of my medical capabilities! I am Clinger, prototype medical aventurine dragonfly, manufactured by Artificer Kwen Nazart of Healtex Incorporated, at your service, my lady! The aventurine dragonfly dips in a gallant mid-air bow, and then buzzes over to Zed and lands lightly on the android's shoulder. Diagnosis: Multiple superficial puncture wounds. Treatment: Nanocellular transfusion. Permission to use nanomedicine to treat the patient? Or shall I conserve my daily harvest? |