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Emerald Crumble
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[[[Ugh, not really happy with this bit, the writing didnt flow as well as it should but i need to get it out, fortunatley its not a info dump -,-]]]
You take sevral deep breaths, forcing yourself to calm down as Korrok and Lolumalus nervously watch you.
Amy: Im sorry, this is all just.. getting to me you know? All this crazyness, like that lizard thing following us, the meat fungus growing everywere, the vanishing robots, (Lolumalus: What?. Korrok: tell you later.) theres a room back there full of things in jars, one of wich looked for all the world like my arm that i lost twenty damn years ago wich is bad enough, but now i find out this place is actively messing around with me, like it thinks im a toy that needs fixing or something! i mean, nightmare fuel on its own but this place is so messed up i dont know what its trying to repair! is it just fixing my arm or is it going to change my weight? my height? gender? Species!? This is all just..its just..
Amy sighs the deepest of sighs.
Amy: Im sorry to freak out at you like that.. im struggling to keep a hold on all this..
Korrok walks over and places a comforting hand on amys shoulder. at least it was supposed to be comforting, but the combination of his bizarrely proportioned limbs and strange dual thumbed, clawed hands lends the whole gesture a strangely disquieting air.
Korrok: Dont beat yourself up over it, your actually doing realy well. hell, first time i went of world i freaked out so badly i locked myself in my room for a week! just take your time to process all this and youll be fine.
Amy: heh. you know, now that i stop and think about it, i do have a lot of questions, i mean why would they grow a arm if there just gonna stick a robot on there? and why did they waste energy creating wormholes to rooms three foot away? And how the hell have you had a peaceful society that's lasted Eight Hundred Thousand years when one of the founding species is comprised of violent sociopaths?
Lolumalus: well we dont have time for a in depth history lesson, but long story short, peaceful? HAH! There has not been a single day in all history were some race hasnt been kicking the hell out of another, the only thing about the Aius is that there up front about it, no black ops or deniability, they just flat out state there planning to kill you!
to be hoinest, the main factor stopping all out brawls is less the other council races talking you down from fights and more the sheer size of space it self. Billions upon Billions of empty worlds just there for the taking, so fighting over territory is frankly stupid, add to that the massive increase in population that follows colonization means that any army big enough to invade a world is a nightmare of logistics, so fighting it out in the council becomes a far cheaper solution.
Korrok: i cant rember who but someone once told me a metaphor for the council that i thought worked well, The council is the designated driver who has to stop his drunken, racist friends from bieng idiots, the councils motto should be "Brah, no brah, its not worth it Brah, cmon Brah lets go back, i got some killer weed!"
Lolumalus: a worryingly good comparison. anyway, if youve calmed down enough i feel we should move on. i recomend taking the pistol with us.
You crouch down and gingerly pick up the strange alien tech.
Amy: ok, so what am i looking at here.
Korrok: nothing special, just point and pull to fire a blast, hold it down to fire a stream of flaming plasma, standard stuff. that read out on the side tells you how many shots you have left, i think it uses something like two shots a second for the stream? so, should we stick with searching the rooms or dose anyone have a better idea?
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