Pygmalion

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Pygmalion

Postby almighty_smiley on Tue Apr 15, 2008 12:48 am

The warp of hyperspace fluxed outside the viewport. Crow paid it no mind. Instead of focusing on the insanity-inducing flow of space and time moving around them, the droid's concentration was staring squarely at the young woman before him. However, he says nothing. He only stares for a moment, running through the best course of action.

Detecting it, the giant moves away, toward the cold storage located nearby. Opening the door, he vanishes for a few seconds, returning with two bottles of Corellian ale. Not even looking or noticing, the machine places its thumbs on the caps of the bottles, sending the little magseals flying. One of the seals followed a path previously calculated by Crow, and it landed squarely in a small corner, out of everybody's way. Another, also calculated, but along a different trajectory, hit gun thief-to-be Leo square in the eye. Crow simply moves toward Peko, ignoring Leo's curses and screams of agony.

"Figured you may want one."
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Re: Pygmalion

Postby SomethingDifferent on Tue Apr 15, 2008 1:04 am

Peko turned her head at the sound of her friend's voice and saw the bottles. The inscrutable look on her face melted into a smile; creepy or not, the Crow always seemed to know, didn't he...

"Yeah, I could. It's been a long day." She reached for one of the bottles, still slick with cold; after the heat of the city, and the combined warmth of the engines of the crew-not to mention the flush that comes when hearing the worst kind of news and not showing it-it felt like salvation in hand. "Let's go somewhere less crowded. I probably shouldn't be on the bridge anyway, aside from debriefing. Not a mechanic's place, you know."

As she turned towards the door leading out, she glanced towards the corner, where one of the newer crewmen-Leo, was it-was cursing and clutching at his eye. No one seemed to pay him any mind. She, however, gave the Crow a sideways glance. "Huh. Wonder what happened to him."

She already had a guess; after all, this wasn't the first time someone on the Pygmalion had lost an eye.
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Re: Pygmalion

Postby almighty_smiley on Tue Apr 15, 2008 1:21 am

Crow followed in step, tailing Peko like a wary huurton. The machine studied her, analyzing her for any movement similarities between her and his target. It was hard to see any; his attention was constantly being called back toward the bridge for some reason or another. While the majority of the calls were for other things, the machine only focused on one as the two walked: anything involving Leo's sudden lack of vision in his right eye. While he had by no means lost it, it wasn't working any time this week. The almost-cybernetic synthskin responded in kind, tightening some of the "muscles" around the mouth area and loosening some others...

...it was the first time Crow had ever cracked a smile, and nobody saw it.

The corridors grew tighter and narrower, and seemed to meander more as the two friends descended. As they passed one door and moved onto the engines, Crow stopped dead in his tracks, looking at the door, and then down to the icy brew in his unfeeling hand.

"It's highly likely that the prisoner could use a beverage."
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Re: Pygmalion

Postby SomethingDifferent on Tue Apr 15, 2008 1:32 am

Now that came out of nowhere. Crow, offering help to Berlin? Crow? Lecter's right-hand-man, THAT Crow? Something about it stank, especially considering the episode earlier. The idea of him getting some extra calories was appealing, but she had already brought him the liquor from the Green Wookiee. He would survive a little longer, until she could find a way around the ration. She could afford to eat a little less to maintain appearances, right?

"Eh, he'll be all right. You saw him, he's not about to starve just yet," She said, in a convincingly hardened tone. " He don' need anything this fine to live on, that one." She didn't look down at him as she grabbed a bar with her free hand and swung herself down into the engine room. Once down there, she opened a few vents to the cooling system. The engines wouldn't fry in hyperspace, and she could afford to relax while she drank with her friend, tried to absorb Lecter's orders, and looked for a way to delay the inevitable.
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Re: Pygmalion

Postby almighty_smiley on Tue Apr 15, 2008 1:53 am

Crow followed suit, not bothering with the bar as he simply jumped down to the lower level, the metal floor almost denting under the impact. He made his way to the engines, leaning against the massive propulsion unit. Turning to Peko, he eyed her and her booze intently. Something was wrong. Peko was normally a cheery organic, one that was not easily dismayed. Yet here she was, eying her ale, but doing absolutely nothing.

"You're upset about this mission."

Crow didn't understand how he knew so quickly. Fast though his CPU and calculators were, and as keen as his sensory receptors were, there was no way in any of the Nine Corellian Hells that they could have made a huge leap in deductive logic such as that. What Crow didn't understand was why she, as a smuggler, would be so tense or demoralized by a simple kidnapping. Unless...his target would have the same capacity for despair as Peko was showing right now, wouldn't she? Crow, knowing that there were too many variables for rationale, just asked.

"Why?"
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Re: Pygmalion

Postby SomethingDifferent on Tue Apr 15, 2008 2:14 am

Crow was acting oddly today. He was normally very perceptive; if he noticed an emotion, he never had to ask why, he just assumed and was normally right. This time, however...was he bluffing? Did her want her to admit what she was doing all this time? Why she had been sneaking down to the brig and keeping Berlin alive? Why the name of Jade out of Lecter's smiling mouth sent an icy chill down her spine? He couldn't possibly know about what she had done to the tracking computers...

No. He couldn't know any of that. She took a deep draft from the bottle, gasping as she pulled it away from her lips. "I'm not upset about the mission, per se. It's just not normal. All this hunting down of a single person, the stockpiling of weapons that should have sold for a profit months ago...we're acting more like gang of bounty hunters than honest smugglers."

She fell into a seat with a soft fwump, resting her feet on a nearby cable. "I din' sign up to run around the Galaxy chasing a bunch of Jedi that might not even exist. Remember when he was so set on finding that Wanderer chick?" She waved the bottle idly in his direction, bidding him to sit.
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Re: Pygmalion

Postby almighty_smiley on Tue Apr 15, 2008 2:25 am

"Wanderer...yeah..."

Crow sat, heavier than he would have liked. He then turned to Peko, eyes intent as ever. While he had to know why she was upset, it was for himself, not for Lecter. Hell, had it not been for his situation, Crow would have leveled the captain where he stood in the brig. But not now. Now wasn't the time to lay the captain to rest. Right now, Crow needed the information.

"Peko, I swear to you. Lecter will hear nothing you tell me. You know how perceptive I am, you're lying to me. You're afraid I'll tell Lecter, and Berlin will be endangered because of it. Peko, please, tell me. Why are you so upset?"

The droid leaned in, actually feeling somewhat sincere. At that moment, Crow decided that as soon as he found this virus, he was going to eradicate it from the galaxy.
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Re: Pygmalion

Postby SomethingDifferent on Tue Apr 15, 2008 2:48 am

Peko leaned back, matching the Crow's leaning forward, looking at him curiously. "I told you already. I'm a mechanic. I'm not a hunter, I'm not a kidnapper, and I certainly don't hunt down ghosts and stories."

She laughed lightly, and stood, raising out her arms. "I mean, we both heard the tales, about Jade and the Wanderer and thier ken. Sentient goo? Avengers, droids with living brains, clones with memory? ASHLA?? There's no way any of it can be real, Crow. Those people, it's not possible for them to be real. Lecter's just chasing after legends, when we should be doing business, making a profit, living our lives. Some of the crewmen have families to feed, and they haven't even seen them in almost two years because we're looking for NOTHING!"

Peko was getting agitated. Something in this explanation had stirred her blood-or perhaps it was the alcohol; her face was flushed, and she was looking at the Crow with something like frustration. "It ain't right. I'll obey his orders, I'll fix his engines, but I won't believe any of it, and I won't say that what's been happening on this ship is right."

She stopped for a minute. Perhaps this wasn't something she should be saying to someone Lecter depended on. It was getting too...personal.
"You know what, never mind. Just forget I said any of that. It's not important." She slumped back down in her chair, taking another deep swig from her bottle. She didn't look at the Crow.
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Re: Pygmalion

Postby almighty_smiley on Tue Apr 15, 2008 3:27 am

"Perhaps it's true?"

While not much of what Peko just blurted out rang a bell, the first thing did. Project B18 was one of his creator's first experiments, one that Crow was programmed with an extensive knowledge of, should he need it. The thing had escaped on some backwater planet during a training session, and after Formidonis went to retrieve it, all contact was lost. Though the droid didn't know anything about any Avengers or Ashlas, he did know that, if sentient goo can be classified as impossible when it was real, then there's a good chance that the others could follow.
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Re: Pygmalion

Postby SomethingDifferent on Tue Apr 15, 2008 3:41 am

Now that was an unusual thought coming from him. And not necessarily in a good way. Peko looked at the Crow in what looked like surprise, the bottle halfway to her mouth.

"I never pegged you to be the one to actually believe crazy stories like that. Honestly, what're the odds that the Wanderer girl, or the Jade the Captain's looking for now, or any of them, exist? No one we've asked has ever seen them, or just tells us the same stories. From what we heard, even if she's real, she's probably already dead. All the stories, if they're possible, would leave them all dead. Either way, this goose chase of the Captain's is pointless." She drained the bottle. Perhaps the booze had removed some of her inhibitions, for her next sentence was something she never would have said sober.

"If Captain Lecter Siralis needs a teacher, he should find one that's actually real."
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