[She hops down, glancing around at the controls.]Staying planted to the unit won't be an issue... Personally I'm just more concerned with working out how the heck I'm supposed to manage these controls. I thought you said I could try flying this thing!
[She grunts and straightens up, glancing around, half distracted by the sudden sounds of machinery while still making idle conversation:]
How can one species vary so drastically in its biology? I mean, there are different kinds of gems too, but when you get right down to it we all share at least a few of the same baseline gemetic functions. Like, a Pearl might not know how to fly a craft as well as a Peridot can? Because your average Pearl wouldn't have the knowledge or the skill to do so... but she would at least still be able to hook up to the system and try.
[She knows this from experience, natch. Of course, Peridot has long since accepted that the Earth Pearl is anything but average...
Much to her annoyance, reflecting on this means that she has to crush down a pang of longing for the company of her fellow traitors. Ugh.]
Because we're individuals, and the idea that everyone should perform just one certain function and nothing outside of it started the war.
[his tone is terse; riptide doesn't like thinking about how he was created for a single purpose.]
Our planet got bad, [he says, continuing to power up the rod pod.], bad enough that people who went outside what the senate saw as their function were hunted down and killed for being dissidents. It meant there was no value placed on individual life and those at the top would torture and murder to make sure it stayed like that.
10 DAYS LATER....
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[riptide flops onto the captain's chair, shrugging.]
I'm sure we can figure out a pulley system, or maybe you can fit in one of the turrets. The controls, I mean. Not the... actual turret.
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You guys are mechanical, aren't you? How come you don't just interface directly with the ship controls? That's what we do. It's much simpler.
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[he flips some switches, pausing to listen for the hum of the engines coming to life.]
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How can one species vary so drastically in its biology? I mean, there are different kinds of gems too, but when you get right down to it we all share at least a few of the same baseline gemetic functions. Like, a Pearl might not know how to fly a craft as well as a Peridot can? Because your average Pearl wouldn't have the knowledge or the skill to do so... but she would at least still be able to hook up to the system and try.
[She knows this from experience, natch. Of course, Peridot has long since accepted that the Earth Pearl is anything but average...
Much to her annoyance, reflecting on this means that she has to crush down a pang of longing for the company of her fellow traitors. Ugh.]
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[his tone is terse; riptide doesn't like thinking about how he was created for a single purpose.]
Our planet got bad, [he says, continuing to power up the rod pod.], bad enough that people who went outside what the senate saw as their function were hunted down and killed for being dissidents. It meant there was no value placed on individual life and those at the top would torture and murder to make sure it stayed like that.