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Tson

gearshift48 KrankysFirebrand48
There is a sound like gunfire that seems to be CETA's approximation of a laugh, he looks to storm.
---Do not fear, no puny fleshling could ever destroy the might of CETA. I thank you for your expression of weak mortal emotion small man, it most gratifys CETA.---

gearshift48

Tson “hey if we are actually going to do somthing around here.....where the hecc is the exit we will go through to look for stuff?”
dark storm teleports across the room near CETA and looks around

KrankysFirebrand48

Tson ”When I was observing your nation I was impressed. But seeing how you act you are no longer considered a worthy opponent. As I said, putting a psi blade through your data card wouldn’t be advisable here. Though I still admire your strategic capabilities. So will you accept me into the group or not.”

Drakador_Chaos

Tson
...upon CETAs inquiry, the pirate which had arrived before them was one of the last ones to answer...
"My name is Gal'qud Rách, been spacepirate, been with the 'Undead Roses' if that tells anyone anything.
I´ll tell ya right away I won´t leave the bar anyways, so I´ll skip on all the fighting and talkin skills, but I´ve beena round the place quite alot, so I can provide you with basic information about some of the areas you´ll find...if you amke it back to the bar that is."
He seemed to be contemplating, but either his fleshy mind couldn´t come up with any more information, or he thought that all which had to be said had been said...
As the conversation went on he later answered the question of the metalskinned imbecile, which had asked how to get out of this bar...
"Well if ya wanna get going you gotta go outta the main-entrance of th´ bar."
Then he went silent again.

Amazing_Goob
...Gal'qud looked at him and lifted an eyebrow...
"Well, all I can tell you is that you wouldn´t be able to do it and that I wasn´t able to do it either when I came here, ya gonna need plenty of experience to do that and trust me, you don´t wanna be here long enough to gather that much experience..."
He turned away and proceeded to stare down into the table he was sitting at he looked somewhat...absent?
After a few minutes when the metal skinned warrior asked a question he looked back up...
"Well if ya wanna get going you gotta go outta the main-entrance of th´ bar."

Fort_Master_Gustav
...Lila smiled and nodded: "I´ll be right back!"
Then she turned around and went through the kitchen door which closed behind her...
A few minutes later, whilst he was still talking to the other...participants? ...individuals? ... guinea pigs?
Elohim was uncertain what to call this group...
Regardless of that the door opened again and Lila came back in, a large plate on her arms with a big slice of fish, grilled perfectly and with suitable side dishes...
She put the plate down infront of him and smiled again...
"There you go, have a nice meal!"

gearshift48
When Dark Storm asked where the exit was Gal'qud looked up from his table and looked at him...
"Well if ya wanna get going you gotta go outta the main-entrance of th´ bar."
So the main entrance... somewhat logical looking at it in hindsight...
But what was logic even worth in this place?

Tson

KrankysFirebrand48
---While of course CETA would make the best leader of any here, this group is not mine, we are all involuntarily a part of it, though even if I were able to refuse you I would not, due to my earlier statement. CETA is further amused by the mortal's ideas of threatening words, for even if it could get it's blade past his psionic and corporeal shielding, destroying this chassis would do nothing to harm CETA, for CETA's brain is not housed within it, instead in a ship many lifetimes travel away with your small fleshling ships. CETA is also confused, as he does not belong to a "N a t i o n", this term is an outdated one that seems to relate to planetary divide designations, does the Small one's people still use such antiquated terms?---

gearshift48

Tson “nation, empire, country, faction, it’s mostly used for anything, mostly to sound I timidating.”

KrankysFirebrand48

Tson gearshift48 ”You are so ignorant? Your not the only one with a psionic field. We’ve destroyed countless Protoss heretics before and their shield proved no match for us. But someone as analyzing as you may have noticed this argument is going nowhere. I’m with the group. Let’s not waste more time.”
he turned towards dark storm. Still speaking so everyone could hear. ”Perhaps I underestimated your intelligence.”

Tson

KrankysFirebrand48
---Argument? CETA does not argue, merely correct the incorrect views of the young races. What pray then, is CETA's "nation", if he is so ignorant to not know himself, for CETA was under the misapprehension that he belonged to none. My psionic shielding is not psionic in nature, it is a certain type of field generated to prohibit psionic intrusion by removing the psychic membrane in a small area, thus the ability to activate or pass abilities through the intermediate space is removed, though I doubt one who seems to take every opportunity to try and assert their nonexistant dominance will be able to understand these complex theorems, CETA suggests that the time it is using to try and threaten CETA would be best used as the small one suggests, in logical and serious thought, though I doubt this will be the case.---

KrankysFirebrand48

Tson ---Argument? CETA does not argue, merely correct the incorrect views of the young races

“That’s what arguing is dummy” said a random person in the bar.

gearshift48

Drakador_Chaos “hm. So i guess group, we should probobly start early and get a hang of how this works, eh?”

KrankysFirebrand48

Tson

CursedPh4nt0m (Drakador_Chaos )
CETA turns to look at Nate.
---CETA is not a robot, CETA is a mainframe, there is a severe difference. He would also like to point out that he did not attack you, man-who-came-from-the-refuse-chute, he merely removed you from it firmly. BNo harm was intended or inflicted.---
He turns away again in the manner of any busybody who has done his share of correcting for the day, then adresses the room generally, in a louder voice.

RandomCommander Fort_Master_Gustav gearshift48 CursedPh4nt0m Amazing_Goob KrankysFirebrand48 Drakador_Chaos
---CETA does not wish to appear impatient, but he thinks that the relaxed attitude of those here is rather out of place, CETA suggests we start our journey immediately, let us make no further excuses, come, for just because this place seems to remain safe does not mean it will be so, we do not know what we are dealing with here. Come I say, let us sally forth and explore these strange chambers.---

CursedPh4nt0m

Drakador_Chaos (So, I'm getting no reply because it isn't really necessary or because I somehow missed the last turn?)
Assuming it would be a good idea to gain some reserves, besides the fact he hadn't eaten for quite some time now, Nate decides to continue following the conversation from the barcounter, choosing a free chair at random and waiting for Lila to finish interacting with the lionid and the lizardman while thinking about what to order. Turning around enough to watch and listen to the others in the room, he opens his book again, three pages before the end, and starts writing a diary of sorts, including his activities and thoughts about the situation, though nothing too personal.

Tson

Drakador_Chaos (gearshift48 )
CETA nods at Gal'qud.
---Very well, thank you for the advice.---
He turns to storm.
---It appears that at least two of the members are eating, therefore I do not advise an early start as it will either provoke annoyance on having to leave nutritional input or result in the group splitting, which as I have stated is possibly the worst case scenario.---
He surveys the room again, before waiting, still standing by the bar.

RandomCommander

Tson Fort_Master_Gustav (Drakador_Chaos )

Kar'Guraad's ears bend outward, then he turns his head to glance at the other members of CETA's 'expedition,' realizing that they are waiting on the both of them. He turns back towards the counter and attempts for the Musavian's attention.

"Eh-hrrm. Mr. Elohim, I realize you may be dining on what the Musavians consider the finest meal of a lifetime that obligates one to take their time consuming it, but it appears that the rest of the expedition is waiting on us to finish. I cannot forsee the average level of patience amongst the ones currently waiting, so I wish to emphasize that the amount of time you take is important."

He's not sure if leaving the 'amount of time is important' bit as vague as it is would be wise, but Kar'Guraad would rather not be rude to a Musavian, considering they could be pretty easy to annoy and hard to calm down.

Fort_Master_Gustav

CursedPh4nt0m
"Thankyouverymuch"

The Musavian says, as he acquired the cutlery onto his hand. using the knife, he taps on the surface of the roasted fish, which makes the roasted part pop out, being easily reloved by a precise and hasteful swipe of the fork. Revealing the succulent and juicy interior of the meat. He looks at the Lionoid, who'd probably be thinking that the fish was to be some sort of weapon, but quietly whispers:

"Don't worry mate, it's just fish, no poison or anything"

The delicious dish of Eo'kvian side, a wonder to behold indeed. While he was lying about being a cop, he did not lie that this was something that he hasn't eaten in a long time, in fact, he has never even eaten it, but he got to know that it existed by watching the Musavian equivalent of Gordon Ramsay, on the Musavian equivalent of Youtube, on the Musavian equivalent of the internet. It was a fish with interesting properties, for some reason unknown to Elohim, but probably known to keen aquamarine biologists, the fish deposited a special oily compound on the outer-most layer of the skin, resilient against temperature changes. That compound, when put on a grill, made the meat inside be cooked like if it was in a natural oven, though, without places to escape, it kept the juices in, a pretty easy but quite tasty dish nonetheless. He started eating it.
He kept on listening to the others as they discussed, chuckling under his breath at the atrrition between Dhas and CETA, maybe he should throw more wood in the fire, maybe get them to fight. "Nahh, it's too much of a hassle."-He thought to himself, if they were to kill themselves they ought to do it later and where he couldn't become a bystanding casualty. Thusly, he just nodded and agreed.

Drakador_Chaos

CursedPh4nt0m (Fort_Master_Gustav )
Whilst the rest of the group seemed to be talking with each other about what skills or equipment they may have Lila has been standing behind the bar, apparently listening as well, as Elohim talked to her, expressing his concern about having to leave the meal behind she looked at him witha rather strict look on her face...
...then she smiled again isntead: "Just eat up next time, ok?"
She took the plate and carried it off into the kitchen, returning moments after...
This time she turned towards the man calling himself 'Prophet'...
"So? Any orders sir?"

CursedPh4nt0m

Fort_Master_Gustav (I assume there is a reason you replied to me instead of Drak besides not interacting with Nate at all? I mean, yeah, those two lines of conversation he probably hearn only one of, but still...)

Amazing_Goob

Fort_Master_Gustav Nathan stands up, pockets the Manual and walks over to the bar. He sits down next to the tall Musavian, and says:
"Well, we're probably going to be stuck together for a while, so might as well get to know each other. The name's Nathan Biraz. Whats yours?" He holds his hand out to shake.

Fort_Master_Gustav

Amazing_Goob
Elohim is sitting hunched over the bartop, with his clawed feet hovering over the ground as he lacks the height to reach the ground with his legs, Musavians are naturally quite short compared to the rest of the galaxy. He holds the cuttlery with a certain brutish finesse, one can see that his strikes cutting the steak carry vigor and gusto, though they also seem somewhat precise, he may not be unfamiliar with cutting weaponry. On his right hand, the fork, a tool more known to the farmer, standing upright in the glimering silvery-ness of the dining utensil it brings back the memories of his far-away home, one'd even wonder what is happening there, how his fellow men reacted to his sudden dissapearence, did they put posters up? Did his wife cry in lonely nights for the missing husband? What if he were to die on this place? Would his generations remind him in kindness, or would his memory dissipate into oblivion, forever forgotten and alone in this cold unforgiving uni--

"Name's Elohim, nice to meet you Nathan, I hope we can be good friends, you seem like someone nice."

The Musavian extended his right hand towards him, and shook Nathan's hand, his smile was heartwarming and the grip was strong as he motioned the hand upwards and downwards, snapping him out of the questioning and wonder. It was the first true smile Elohim emanated from his face, one of appreciation for the common man, Nathan was not an assasin, not a failed experiment nor a golden robot, not a lion man or a demi-god, he was the common man that everyone threads over, he was one of the only types of people Elohim respected.

RandomCommander

Amazing_Goob Fort_Master_Gustav

"I'm Kar'Guraad of the Tekmo pride, if you were wondering, though you might have already heard that while having the manual translated." Come to think of it, didn't the Farmer turn in his manual for translation soon after the Lionoid received his? Not to mention, he seems somewhat... commanding? Or is it just the intimidation factor of a buff cat in a power suit?

"And..." He's addressing Elohim now, "I really don't think the food would be poisonous, unless, you know, you're eating something not of your diet. Come to think of it, I sincerely doubt anyone has anything to gain from poisoning one's food. Not right at this point, anyway."

gearshift48

Tson “fair enough” you really like to sound important with your speech though that’s probobly the factor of your effectively a sentient ai he says in his head

Fort_Master_Gustav

RandomCommander
_The Musavian seems a bit distracted, at first he doesn't realize that Kar is speaking to him, however, after a few seconds he does get a grip of what's happening, and after the fellow lionoid is done with his small monologue, he lays the fork and knife onto the nigh-finished plate of food, and raises his right index finger up, looking Kar'Guraad.
He keeps it that way for a few seconds of course, for he is still chewing the food, and then swallow, and then speak:

"Look...
At that man."

Elohim points the previously-raised right index finger at Gal'qud.

"He said that he's been here for, if I recall correctly, a few... decades.
Now I reckon that if that remarkable translating gentleman has lived for a few decades here, you can all live for a few minutes appreciating me acquire sustenance.
...
However...
Since we are in the spirit of cooperation, I shall make an exception for you, my furry friend."

As he says that, his index finger goes from pointing to lightly tapping Kar'Guraad on the chest, before he turns around facing the counter, and talks now to the bar lady.

"Well excuse me miss, as much as I wish to enjoy this amazingly delightful meal, it seems that my... travelling companions here insist on my hurrying along. I know that it is a proverbial sin to waste such a work of art, but I fear that such must be done, I am sorry if you take any offense on it."

After that, he grabs a napkin and cleans out his maw for any remains of food. He'd brush his mouth, if there were any brushing devices with him, but such wasn't present and he must now hurry. He spun around 180º on the bar stool, and dropped upright into the floor, as he headed more towards the center of the room together with the other subjects.

"Now gentleman, we must prepare our next steps."

He voiced towards everyone present.

RandomCommander

CursedPh4nt0m Drakador_Chaos (Fort_Master_Gustav )

The Lionoid's eye twitched uncomfortably when Elohim tapped his suit of power armor. Albeit he had not felt a single thing, the nerve of the Musavian to do so after he tried his best to be nice as possible wasn't pleasant. Had he been a volunteer for a Trader-Primary class of the Dimensional... Reformed... Whatever Collective, he probably would have had better luck in--

Analysis of Musavian unit 'Elohim' reaction complete - determined 'best case scenario' in regards to Musavian behavior.

...Okay then.

His circlet went on to suggest having the leftover fish packaged in a box as well, since a Musavian's usual diet is of aquatic-based lifeforms, and it is unknown if the rations the 'Prophet' ordered contained such attention to detail... if he even planned on sharing.

Kar'Guraad agreed. "Hey, do you mind if you get a box for his leftovers, too, while you're at it?" The former Patriarch points to the half-eaten fish beside him as he speaks to the barmaid, "It's like the good lizardman said, shame to leave it to waste."