On The Subject Of Scrapheaps

[John Silver]

"Easy does it" Silver grunted to his longboat of all things as he guides the small craft towards the ground. The ursid had been getting a well deserved rest up in the peace and quiet of his personal ship and was now just returning to camp having also brought along a few extra ingredients from the galley. "Ahoy Mulan!" Silver greeted the woman as he steps out of the boat and to the ground with a soft thud along with a hiss from his mechanical leg, he flinches slightly as there was still that dull pain shooting up it from all those years ago from his run in with Jim in the galley. "You look like your searching for someone. anything i can help with?" he gives her a grin

[Huela]

"Were you here for the crash, then? That must've been a sight to beho--URSID."

The downside of small company, as Mulan was most likely already aware, is that they're rather wiggly and fast. And Huela is no exception. She's already lept clear off of Mulan's shoulder, landing with a dull thud before scrambling towards Silver at high-speed. She doesn't seem to have brakes, either, having to grab onto his mechanical leg to skid to a stop across the dusty ground. Though, coming across something mechanical... Let's hope Mulan remembered why they were looking for someone!

"Oh, wow, this is beautiful. Is this hand-crafted? Metal could be of a higher resiliency, but this alloy certainly does the trick... There's some minor damage in here, you get in a brawl? I could fix that if you want me to-- HAND."

Aaaaand now she's up Silver's side, getting a better look at his mechanical arm. Goodness.

[John Silver]

Before said ursid could even speak the little creature was on his leg he was baffled for a moment at her sudden speed. A second later the little creature was spouting out questions.

"Oh, wow, this is beautiful. Is this hand-crafted? Metal could be of a higher resiliency, but this alloy certainly does the trick... There's some minor damage in here, you get in a brawl? I could fix that if you want me to-- HAND."

"I'm humbled luv but-uh no- brawl? I uh-i wouldn't call it that" Silver chuckled, trying to get his words out as she now was climbing up his arm. With a quick motion his snatches Huela with his flesh hand. "Calm yourself lassie, calm yerself!" he laughs "First off who are ye?" he glances up at Mulan as if she would help him with his overexcited new friend.

[Mulan]

"Ahoy Mulan!"

  The young woman perked, eyes darting upward in time to see Silver's feet hit the dirt. "Oh, Mr. Silver!" A smile pulled the corners of her mouth, and her hand rose to greet him in a wave. There was scarcely a moment to react, however, as Huela flew from the end of her outstretched hand and into the dirt. "Huela..!" Even less was the amount of reaction time she had to watch the lizard scramble up Silver and onto his arm. Mulan sighed, at least Silver was able to get a handle on her. No real harm done.


  "Please, excuse us both." She began, with a pointed, though not necessarily upset, look in Huela's direction. "This is Huela. She's interested in the machine that Zamora crashed in. She said it has some potentially dangerous parts inside." Mulan held her chin in her fingertips, brows knitting together in thought.


  "Actually, it's good that you came when you did." Mulan smiled amicably at the cyborg. "I'm not experienced enough with... um, offworld objects. But perhaps you could lend some insight to our situation?"

[Huela]

Huela grunts as she’s plucked up, sitting still in Silver’s grasp as Mulan explains and introduces her. It’s when she brings up the pod does she begin to wiggle, squirming until she’s escaped up to her thighs. Once there she seems content enough, sitting on his closed hand and looking up at him, “Eh... sorry about that. It’s a Geck thing. We can get a little... excited when it comes to machinery. And your limbs are amazing! Nothing like Federation tech, they’ve got so much personality— paying attention!” Little hands tug on her horns as she shakes her head.

“Like Miss Mulan said, you’ve got a Theta-Class long-term survival pod about a half-mile from your camp. Looks like it had something alive and nasty in it, but now it’s just full of ‘dead and nasty’. Those pods were put out of legal commission about an Earth-decade ago due to the Xenoplastid survival cores being utilized in the black market for high-powered weaponry, but it looks like the ship that dropped that pod either didn’t get the memo, or didn’t care. I came asking if it was alright for me to gut the pod and dispose of the core. I don’t usually travel this far to get scrap, but apparently there’s some sort of weird Earthling war going on? I don’t know what for or why, but if anyone uses that core in a weapon, it could be catastrophic. And, since it’s near your camp...”

She motions here with her hands, in a ‘you see where I’m going’ sort of way. Chatty thing, but she seems to know what she’s talking about.

[Michi]

A tiny grey head poked around the wall of one of the tents, ears twitching as she picked up on a voice that she had never heard before. Someone new must have arrived in the camp, and Michi's curiosity got the better of her.
She noticed Mulan and Silver, but couldn't quite find the source of the new voice.

Tilting her head, she walked up to the two,
"Hey guys, I thought I heard a vo- oh!"
There was someone else there, a tiny lizard looking creature sitting on Silver's hand. Michi shut her mouth and listened as the creature babbled on about some kind of... well, she wasn't sure what, but it sounded like something that could be dangerous.
She did manage to catch the word 'pod' several times though, and figured that meant that big hunk of metal that Zamora had crashed down in a few weeks back.

[John Silver]

"This is Huela. She's interested in the machine that Zamora crashed in. She said it has some potentially dangerous parts inside."

"Good to meet you then Huela, and uh Dangerous eh?" Silver's right eye whirls and flickers for a moment, before he zooms in on the abandoned pod some miles away.

"Actually, it's good that you came when you did."

"I'm not experienced enough with... um, offworld objects. But perhaps you could lend some insight to our situation?"

The ursid gives another chuckle then grins. "I'll take it from here then Mulan" he assures her before turning his attention to Huela

“Like Miss Mulan said, you’ve got a Theta-Class long-term survival pod about a half-mile from your camp. Looks like it had something alive and nasty in it, but now it’s just full of ‘dead and nasty’. Those pods were put out of legal commission about an Earth-decade ago due to the Xenoplastid survival cores being utilized in the black market for high-powered weaponry, but it looks like the ship that dropped that pod either didn’t get the memo, or didn’t care. I came asking if it was alright for me to gut the pod and dispose of the core. I don’t usually travel this far to get scrap, but apparently there’s some sort of weird Earthling war going on? I don’t know what for or why, but if anyone uses that core in a weapon, it could be catastrophic. And, since it’s near your camp...”

Silver mulls over this ton of information for a long moment, the wheel literally turning on the side of his head as he thinks. "Yer more then welcomed to that hunk of junk as far as i'm concerned, bring it back here, disabled of course and do whatever your wee little heart desires with it. Of course, we should also run this whole thing by Jasper." he glanced towards Mulan now. "As for me being a cyborg, ask away Huela but i do like to boast a bit" He flicks his sword out a second later, clearly showing off to the little alien before returning to his hand giving a wink to Michi who had just arrived 

[Mulan]

"I'll take it from here then Mulan"

  Mulan gave an acknowledging bow and a smile. While she was certainly curious about what was going on, she had her own duties to attend to, and she felt the matter was now in capable hands. As she was turning to take her leave, she caught sight of Michi, whose own curiosity had led her to approach the trio.

  "Good afternoon, Michi." Mulan beamed, kneeling down to greet the cat at eye-level. "I'm sorry if we disturbed you." Mulan couldn't help but harbor a special fondness for the cadets of the Freedom Fighters, and Michi was no exception. Perhaps it was that she remembered feeling so inexperienced, once upon a time. Or perhaps seeing so many young here created a maternal instinct in her. In any case, she was always happy to help when she could.

[Huela]

Oh, the stars in those eyes. It’s obvious the little creature is just itching to get the story behind and a better look at Silver and his limbs. Fat tail curls upwards towards her back, and little hands clasp on either cheek as the Ursid shows off his blade.

“You can boast as much as you like, Mr. Silver.”

Though starstruck, the little alien is jolted from her awe by a voice, bringing her to lean over Silver’s hand to try and peek, “Aww, Earth kitties are so cute— talking.” There’s a freeze here, before she offers a gentle, almost sheepish wave, “Uh... hi there!”

Huela’s head tilts slightly, to look up at Silver, ”Is that normal around here?”

[John Silver]

“You can boast as much as you like, Mr. Silver.”

Silver gives another chuckles before gently dropping the little gecko like alien onto his shoulder, the mechanical one so she could get a better look. When she asks if talking cats were the norm around here Silver gives a simple nod of his head. “Aye, it seems like every Earth creature and speak with humans now” he explained, a hand stuffs itself into his coat pocket to pull out his pipe for a smoke.