Author Topic: Grymn Fluff - The Duplicate Adventures - Finished.  (Read 15950 times)

Offline Inso

  • Global Moderator
  • Really Like Totally The Most Doomey Thing Ever
  • ****
  • Posts: 9014
  • I am a Velociraptor; hear me ROAR!!!
    • View Profile
    • Inso's World
Grymn Fluff - The Duplicate Adventures - Finished.
« on: January 13, 2012, 02:49:20 PM »
The Duplicate

As the dim light filtered through the drawn blinds, Thorred’s vision returned and he realised straight away that there was something very different. He tried to blink but was unable to so he continued to try to focus. He panned left and right and noticed that his vision had become pixellated rather than unclear and any small movement that he made was accompanied by a faint buzzing noise. He tried to sit up but was restrained and it was then that he realised he was strapped to a gurney in what appeared to be an operating theatre. Thorred tried to speak but as soon as the first words left his mouth, he was stunned into silence; his voice was not his own and had a metallic, rasping undertone.
“Ah, you’re awake” said a rather officious sounding voice “I imagine that you are feeling a little confused so just wait a moment and I’ll let you know what is going on”.
Thorred heard the Grymn click a few switches and felt his vision flicker for a fraction of a second. It was as if he had just had a memory implanted into his head and he was suddenly aware of his situation.
“That should explain things” said the woman.
“Yes” He replied, “it does”.
“Alright then; if you are happy then we’ll get you unstrapped and you can find your feet”.
“Thank you” Thorred replied; his voice didn’t seem so strange now. It was like he had always spoken the same way.
Once the straps had been released, he swung his legs over the side of the gurney and stood up. He could hear all of the strange whirring noises but they seemed familiar to him. He steadily walked forward and was guided to a painted yellow circle that was marked on the floor. He stood still while various medics and technicians scanned and poked at him and after a few minutes he was told that they had finished and that he should leave the room and wait outside. With deliberate steps, Thorred made his way out of the room and was met by a rather striking female doctor.
“How are you, Thorred?” she asked.
“I am fine now that I know what has happened” he replied.
“Are you ready to meet your partner now?” she said with a tiny note of anxiety in her voice.
“Yes”
“Excellent!” she said as she pressed the door release.
It was almost surreal for Thorred to be looking at himself. It was like looking in a mirror and the Thorred in front of him was looking rather anxious as he approached and put out his hand in order to greet his charge.
“This is a bit weird, isn’t it Thorred?” said the Grymn.
Thorred looked down as he put his hand into the other Thorred’s and made a note of how inhuman it looked; a plastic coated, metal version of a hand.
“It is”, he replied.
The female doctor then stepped forward and said to Thorred “you have been designated T87 and that is how you will be addressed from now on. You are no longer Cpl Thorred Oakarm, you are T87”.
He looked at her and nodded. He realised that things were going to be very different and that adjusting to a new name would be the least of his trials.
T87 shook Thorred’s hand “it is good to meet you” he said.
“Likewise” replied the other Thorred.

Over the next few days, T87 shadowed Thorred in all of his duties. It hadn’t taken him very long to get used to his synthetic body, although he had to exaggerate certain movements due to the limitations on some of the joints but in the big scheme of things, he was performing exactly as he would have expected if he was still himself; in Grymn form. All of his memories and skills were still there and he was still able to carry out all of the tasks he would have been expected to complete before but there were definitely differences in his abilities. He was much stronger, didn’t feel any pain, didn’t get tired, didn’t need to eat or go to the toilet and he was able to move extremely quickly (especially now that he had got used to the differences in his joints). All he needed to do was monitor his power levels and top up fuel rods and he was good to go.

T87 was a Reploid. He was a synthetic humanoid with the implanted brain patterns from a serving soldier. To all intents and purposes, he was a robotic copy of a living Grymn with all of his life experience, all of his skills and all of his personality. The only difference was a name change and a body change. The whole process was created to protect the valuable lives of Grymn by finding those with the right sort of selfless bravery and copying their lives into a robotic body that could go into the most dangerous of battles without risking anyone’s life. The Grymn chosen for this process had to have the right mentality otherwise they may refuse to go into battle. Each of the Reploids had a completely synthetic neural cortex that was encased in an almost indestructible (and exceptionally expensive) material so that even if they were practically destroyed, they could still live on in another new body.

There were a lot of psychological issues generated by the process but mostly it came from the non-Reploid who had allowed his brain patterns to be used. They tended to get over-protective of their synthetic copies and not want to send them into the danger areas. The Reploids tended to become proud and have a feeling of invulnerability but this could often be toned down with programming and conditioning. Other more natural urges were also treated with conditioning so that they were not distracted by sexual desire or the obsolete need to reproduce. Early in the planning process, it was decided that each of the Reploids would be mentored by their brain-pattern donor so that they could learn together and know each other’s limitations. On very odd occasions, both mentor and Reploid would carry out the same mission together, with the mentor acting as the leader. Occasionally there were issues but it was noticed that, generally, the pairings didn’t argue because they were on the same wavelength.

After a couple of months, T87 was deemed fit enough to be added to the Reploid army so he and Thorred were enlisted. Thorred was transferred from the standing infantry and T87 just turned up on unit and was designated a charging booth in the barrack room that Thorred had been allocated.

As part of the process of joining the Reploid army, T87 had his left forearm and hand replaced with a pulse gun. The pulse gun was only armed prior to action and was generally covered with an energy absorption cover which would safely dissipate any energy, should the weapon fire accidentally. He was also issued with an assault axe which he stowed in his charging booth. He had his number painted on his shoulder carapace and was programmed with all of the orders, authorisations and contact details he needed to carry out his duties and various maps and route plans so that he could find his way about. T87 viewed the programming as one of the better parts of not being made of flesh because it saved him an awful lot of time reading and memorising things.

Thorred’s introduction was a little more long-winded because he had to do a lot of reading and attend lots of briefs and while he was doing that, T87 was familiarising himself with tactical doctrines and learning of the threats that he may be required to face. Thorred was issued a headset which enabled him to see what T87 could and also to communicate with him. It was an important piece of equipment because it enabled him to share experiences and gain an appreciation of what the Reploids were expected to do and also of their strengths and weaknesses. One of the side effects of this was the introduction of better tactical doctrines as a result of the Grymn controller (being a service veteran) coming up with better ways of doing things. When this happened, the Reploid in question, trialled the doctrine and the recordings would be ratified. If they were deemed suitable, all of the required Reploids would receive additional programming.

After a couple of weeks, Thorred and T87 had finished all of their arrival admin and began to find their feet with the training. A lot of the time, T87 would be out on the ground, being put through his paces while Thorred was in one of the link booths, monitoring and mentoring him. Thorred still found it a little strange to be talking to a synthetic version of himself but T87 was exceptionally grounded about it. He knew the reasons for his creation and was quite happy getting the opportunity to push his abilities further than he would ever have been able to do as a Grymn. As time passed and training continued, T87 felt less and less like Thorred and more and more like T87; his own identity. After a while, his personality changed as a result of his capabilities and the restrictions his body placed on certain movements. His gait changed; he tended to swagger and swing his arms more now. His accent changed so that his metallic voice could be better understood. When listening, he tended to turn his head to get a better reception. In order to better adjust to life as a Reploid, he managed to get certain memories of a personal nature to Thorred, removed so that he wouldn’t embarrass his controller. It also made it easier because he wasn’t distracted by past happenings that he had no control over and had little relevance to him as a separate being. He removed all family memories apart from the knowledge of what family Thorred had. In his mind, this action was the one that finally allowed him to be his own self. With all of the changes, it also made Thorred stop seeing him as a copy of himself but as a separate being and he was able to interact better and start to treat T87 as a friend and associate. 

During the following months, training was accelerated to encompass all aspects of Reploid-based fighting. Initially, the Reploids would be fighting on their own, with their controllers monitoring from booths. After a while, the controllers would be in the field with their charges and were learning to both act along side them and also use their strengths and weaknesses to build shelters, forge rivers, build defences and carry out all manner of other tasks. Teams were put together that enabled the better candidates to help the less able ones. Doctors and psychiatrists were on hand to monitor all of the trainees and any hints of problems were picked up quickly and if they couldn’t be solved straight away, then the affected controller/Reploid pair would be removed for further evaluation. Usually, they returned but occasionally, they were permanently removed. Thorred found the training tough but rewarding. He learned how to use his field headset and found constant communication with T87 to be a novel experience. For a start, he always had someone to talk to and share a laugh with. On the down side, T87 sometimes forgot that Grymn needed to sleep and had a knack of waking Thorred up at unsociable times of the day or night.

After the rigours of training had finished and the evaluations were complete, Thorred and T87 were put onto the active list and were correctly equipped to deploy when the call came. For a couple of weeks, general admin, training and duties continued until the notice to deploy arrived. It was a hostage retrieval situation that needed a small team and it looked like it was time for Thorred and T87 to put their training into action.

....To Be Continued
« Last Edit: April 12, 2012, 09:59:59 PM by Inso »
The light at the end of the tunnel is just someone with a torch, locking the gate.

Visit my blog at:  http://insosworld.blogspot.com/    It could save your life!

Do you like Grymn?  This is for YOU!:  http://grymnoutthere.blogspot.com/

Thar be Dragons: http://reptiliad.blogspot.co.uk/

Offline Hasslefriesian

  • Likes to think he's an
  • Administrator
  • Tyrant of the NetherHells
  • *****
  • Posts: 5589
  • KEVINICUS - FIR MEIT
    • View Profile
    • http://www.hasslefreeminiatures.co.uk
Re: Grymn Fluff - The Duplicate.
« Reply #1 on: January 13, 2012, 06:13:53 PM »
Thinking of ways to include your robots in to your Grymn army, Inso? :drevil2:

Nice piece of creative fiction. Reploids can be added to the official Grymn Kevviverse codex  :applause:
In the war-torn darkness of the future, there is only Grymn.

Deep Space Nine: Officially not as good as Stargate.

If you field an overwhelming force against a paltry number of defenders, whatever you do, make sure the defenders are not English!

Offline Ajsalium

  • Fallen One
  • *
  • Posts: 2702
    • View Profile
    • Role 'n' Roll
Re: Grymn Fluff - The Duplicate.
« Reply #2 on: January 13, 2012, 09:33:32 PM »
:tsk:

Good that you have already sculpted Almos and Hogan, because A.I. can only go terribly wrong. We all know how this is going to end; with grymn being reduced to a ragtag fleet seeking a legendary planet... Kevrth.
Blog updated Jan 21st
ROLE 'N' ROLL

Tell the truth, do what's right, and face the consequences. -Me.

Offline snailracer

  • Chosen Heretic
  • ***
  • Posts: 331
    • View Profile
Re: Grymn Fluff - The Duplicate.
« Reply #3 on: January 13, 2012, 09:45:02 PM »
I like it. Am I allowed to say it reminds me a bit of the Eldar wraithlords and their spirit stones?

Is this fluff to explain the big robots in your tunnel fighters army?

Offline Inso

  • Global Moderator
  • Really Like Totally The Most Doomey Thing Ever
  • ****
  • Posts: 9014
  • I am a Velociraptor; hear me ROAR!!!
    • View Profile
    • Inso's World
Re: Grymn Fluff - The Duplicate.
« Reply #4 on: January 13, 2012, 09:59:22 PM »
:mrgreen:



The mechs are piloted by Grymn:



...and just wait for what is lined up for T87 when the action starts :) ...

...And I was thinking more of Rogue Trooper than BSG.
The light at the end of the tunnel is just someone with a torch, locking the gate.

Visit my blog at:  http://insosworld.blogspot.com/    It could save your life!

Do you like Grymn?  This is for YOU!:  http://grymnoutthere.blogspot.com/

Thar be Dragons: http://reptiliad.blogspot.co.uk/

Offline Penfold

  • Dark Overlord of Hell
  • *****
  • Posts: 2031
  • ooh-ech
    • View Profile
Re: Grymn Fluff - The Duplicate.
« Reply #5 on: January 13, 2012, 10:13:53 PM »
BIG :respect:
Ernest Penfold master of Kung Moggie
                   For 2014
Figs brought: 0    Figs Painted:0

Offline Inso

  • Global Moderator
  • Really Like Totally The Most Doomey Thing Ever
  • ****
  • Posts: 9014
  • I am a Velociraptor; hear me ROAR!!!
    • View Profile
    • Inso's World
Re: Grymn Fluff - The Duplicate.
« Reply #6 on: January 17, 2012, 05:02:12 PM »
Thorred looked around the passenger space and counted 5 seasoned reploids, T87 and himself. This was scheduled to be a routine hostage rescue with limited risk because the captors were deemed as ‘low tech’ at best. The idea was to get dropped off a mile from the target building and work towards it. They were all camouflaged and had adaptive camouflage ponchos to further hide them. The reploids were going to actually assault the captors and Thorred was there as the human interface once the hostages had been rescued. He was chosen because he needed a first run and he needed to be on hand for T87, should there be any problems.

The hostages were taken from a tourist bus while it was travelling between sites of interest. It was stopped by ten men from a local settlement and they were armed with primitive machine guns and wore masks to hide their faces. They removed the only five Grymn from the bus and told everyone that they were part of a pro-humanist organisation that was against the integration of alien societies into the human populace.

It was viewed by the Grymn high council as a despicable act of terrorism and it was decided that this incident would be used as an example to other groups who may be planning similar actions. It would not be tolerated and would be dealt with using the maximum force necessary to provide safe passage to any hostages with no regard to any captor’s life.

Fortunately, each of the Grymn were wearing their military ID disks and that meant that they could be electronically traced…it was always a handy thing that all Grymn willingly underwent a two year period in the military and were permanently on reserve status. In this instance, they had all been traced to a small settlement that was made up of four habitats and a small number of barns and out-houses. There was no boundary fence, and were no obvious defensive positions. There was no reason to expect anything more dangerous than rifle bullets and machetes… so the reploids would be impervious to damage.

The drop off went to plan. The seven soldiers were dropped off a mile from the farm and were able to quickly take stock in the cover of a small copse. Each of the reploids chirruped to one another in data-speak while Thorred checked his cuff-mounted digital map. His sensors had four of the Grymn in one of the out buildings and one of them inside the largest habitat. There were other life signs but at this range, he couldn’t tell how many but he suspected that there would be ten or eleven (because of witness reports at the kidnap site).

The plan was simple. They would wait until nightfall, traverse on foot to the edge of the settlement and split up. Thorred, T87 and one of the other reploids would secure the hostages in the out-house while the others would assault the habitat and rescue the final Grymn. Thorred would be carried to the site by T87 so that they weren’t slowed down too much.

Now all they had to do was wait for darkness.

Thorred stood up and all of the reploids followed suit. It was time to go. T87 proffered his forearm and Thorred sat on it like a seat. He could hear the various servos whirring in order to compensate for the extra weight and with a nod, the group of soldiers set off towards the settlement at a loping run. In a matter of moments, they reached a safe distance from the buildings and went to ground. The reploids chirruped to each other and they split up into their respective groups. Keeping low, Thorred, T87 and S98 jogged over towards the out-house where the four hostages were, while the four other reploids flattened themselves to the ground in an almost insect like posture and scuttled off towards the main habitat.

As Thorred’s team neared their target building, they spotted two human guards. S98’s icon flashed up in Thorred’s head-up display (HUD) with a sniper icon next to it. Thorred nodded and the two guards dropped to the ground in silence. The team moved in closer and Thorred popped a periscope up to the window and looked inside. His scanner had not picked up any life signs, other than the four Grymn and this was confirmed when he looked though the window. T87 acknowledged that it was safe to proceed and shattered the lock with his servo-assisted grip. The team went inside and immediately made their way to the four Grymn that were tied to garden furniture in the relatively empty building. They were all hooded so Thorred removed the hoods and before he removed the gags, whispered for them all to remain quiet and professional. The gags were removed and each of the Grymn were untied. The Grymn hostages looked frightened but very happy to see a fellow Grymn serviceman. Thorred looked at the Grymn; there were three males and a female. The males looked like they had been roughly treated but the female looked unharmed. However, the glazed look in her eyes told of mental abuse and Thorred did not want to think about the horrors that she had suffered at this time… there would be time to worry about that once they were all back in the debriefing room. T87 chose one of the captives and asked about the one held in the habitat. It turned out to be another female and she was likely to be held upstairs in the bedroom. On hearing this, T87’s gaze flicked to Thorred and they could both understand exactly what they had in mind.

Without warning, there was an explosion from the habitat and three reploid icons flashed amber in Thorred’s HUD. Instantly, S98 took up a defensive posture at the door and T87 ushered the four Grymn to a safer position towards the rear of the building. Further explosions could be heard as two of the icons flashed red and disappeared. Thorred checked his scanner and the only indications on the screen were two reploids and a Grymn…there were no other life signs. He told T87 and S98 to remain on alert and keep the hostages safe while he scouted the habitat. He checked his pulse-gun and was about to open the door when it burst inwards. One of the reploids from the habitat team lurched forward; throwing a female Grymn into the room as he rose into the air and was forcibly dragged back outside. Instantly a third icon turned red and went out.

Chaos ensued. T87 broke through the rear wall and began ushering the hostages through. He carefully picked up the female from the habitat and followed them outside. S98 pushed Thorred behind him and braced himself; his weapon trained at the doorway. Thorred could still see the green icon of the last member of the habitat team and it was moving around like a fly trapped in a glass. The noise out side was getting worse. Plasma fire was mixed with automatic weapon fire and the clash of blade against blade.S98 pointed for Thorred to go through the rear of the building and he followed T87 and the hostages into the night. As he left, the fighting reploid icon turned amber and red in quick succession before being extinguished. He didn’t look back but told everyone to run. T87 carried the female and kept to the front, setting a manageable yet hastened pace. Thorren remained at the rear with the hostages in between. They managed to get about 150 metres from the out-house before S98’s icon flashed red and went out. In moments, the rear of the building erupted with splintered wood flying out in all directions. Standing in the gaping hole, was a warbot. It stood about twice the height of a human, had a large bladed claw on one hand and a heavy machine gun (HMG) fitted to the other shoulder. It paused for a second before lurching towards the fleeing group of Grymn. Thorred was about to take a knee and start firing when T87 thrust the Grymn female into his arms and tore across the ground towards the behemoth; his pulse gun blazing as he went. All of his shots were hitting the hip joint and after a succession of hits the warbot stopped with smoke pouring from its joint. It raised its HMG to fire but after three rounds it stopped because it had run out of ammunition. It lurched forwards and raised its claw to attack. T87 was barrelling down on the beast. His pulse-gun stopped firing as it over heated and he switched bias towards his axe-arm. As he got to 20 feet away, he leapt into the air and threw himself, feet first at the beast’s torso. Thorred could hear the clash as he hurried his charges away. His helmet link showed him everything that T87 could see and at that moment he was seeing T87’s left leg being torn from his body. An amber icon flashed on his HUD but still the reploid battled on.

Thorred was nearing the recovery point with the 5 Grymn. He was struggling under the weight of his kit and the female that he was carrying. One of the others noticed and between two of the hostages, they carried the woman to allow Thorred to get a grip of the situation. The noise from behind had stopped and so had the camera link. All Thorred could think about was the amber icon that was holding fast to his HUD. There was no movement anywhere and he was worried that T87 had fallen. He tried to contact T87 but there was no response. Thorred could hear the gentle drone of the recovery grav-vehicle and realised that they were now at the recovery point. They all hid in the cover of the trees and waited for the vehicle to arrive whilst watching the route back to the out-house.

“Hey, can you hear something?” said one of the Grymn.
“Yes!” said another “it’s coming from behind us…some sort of motor sound!”

Thorred dashed into cover, readied his weapon to fire and waited for the warbot to attack. He tensed, slowed his breathing and trained his pulse-gun in the direction of the closing noise. In the distance, the recovery vehicle was getting closer and Thorred didn’t want to jeopardise them as well. Time slowed and Thorred was about to fire…

T87 stumbled around the corner. His right arm and left leg were gone. His pulse-gun had a length of steel pole jammed into it and was acting as a crutch. The right side of his face had been sheared clean off and his cranial casing could be clearly seen. Hydraulic fluid was smeared over him and he was scratched and dented all over. Thorred immediately lowered his weapon and went to stand up but T87 broke the silence…

“You think this is bad, you should see the other bloke!” he said in his metallic voice “The warbot has been neutralised”.

There was no international incident.

Knowing that the hostages had been safely recovered meant that a clean-up crew could move in and collect the cranial cases of the fallen reploids for re implanting. The settlement was investigated and raised to the ground. The warbot was recovered and after much probing it was found to have been a re-programmed robot that was stolen from a military repair shop many months prior to the rescue event. All of the humans involved in the kidnapping were killed during the rescue and as a result, a clear message was sent to the human population not to upset the Grymn.

The hostages were de-briefed and it turned out that one of the Grymn who helped to carry the injured female had a broken ankle. The other one had cracked ribs and a dislocated shoulder. All of the males had been systematically beaten whilst in captivity and the women were sexually brutalised by all of the criminals. All of them received a lot of counselling but none of their spirits were broken…they were Grymn, after all. 

Thorred looked at the shiny reploid in front of him. It was brand new and had a yellow number painted on its shoulder. It walked over to him and put its hand out to shake. Thorred looked at the hand; all metal and coated in plastic and looked up at the reploid. T87 was painted on his shoulder.

“Welcome back T87” Said Thorred.
“It is good to be back!” replied T87.




« Last Edit: January 17, 2012, 05:52:30 PM by Inso »
The light at the end of the tunnel is just someone with a torch, locking the gate.

Visit my blog at:  http://insosworld.blogspot.com/    It could save your life!

Do you like Grymn?  This is for YOU!:  http://grymnoutthere.blogspot.com/

Thar be Dragons: http://reptiliad.blogspot.co.uk/

Offline Hasslefriesian

  • Likes to think he's an
  • Administrator
  • Tyrant of the NetherHells
  • *****
  • Posts: 5589
  • KEVINICUS - FIR MEIT
    • View Profile
    • http://www.hasslefreeminiatures.co.uk
Re: Grymn Fluff - The Duplicate Part 2.
« Reply #7 on: January 18, 2012, 10:09:14 AM »
 :thumbup:

..... although I was waiting for them to go rogue and kill Thorred and all the hostages :whistle:
In the war-torn darkness of the future, there is only Grymn.

Deep Space Nine: Officially not as good as Stargate.

If you field an overwhelming force against a paltry number of defenders, whatever you do, make sure the defenders are not English!

Offline Inso

  • Global Moderator
  • Really Like Totally The Most Doomey Thing Ever
  • ****
  • Posts: 9014
  • I am a Velociraptor; hear me ROAR!!!
    • View Profile
    • Inso's World
Re: Grymn Fluff - The Duplicate Part 2.
« Reply #8 on: January 18, 2012, 04:47:23 PM »
I haven't ruled that sort of thing out but the pair of them have had a change in direction...

Things have certainly taken a turn...

...but you'll find out in the next instalment :) (coming soon).
The light at the end of the tunnel is just someone with a torch, locking the gate.

Visit my blog at:  http://insosworld.blogspot.com/    It could save your life!

Do you like Grymn?  This is for YOU!:  http://grymnoutthere.blogspot.com/

Thar be Dragons: http://reptiliad.blogspot.co.uk/

Offline Penfold

  • Dark Overlord of Hell
  • *****
  • Posts: 2031
  • ooh-ech
    • View Profile
Re: Grymn Fluff - The Duplicate Part 2.
« Reply #9 on: January 18, 2012, 07:51:33 PM »
 :applause: really enjoyed the story great work
Ernest Penfold master of Kung Moggie
                   For 2014
Figs brought: 0    Figs Painted:0

Offline Inso

  • Global Moderator
  • Really Like Totally The Most Doomey Thing Ever
  • ****
  • Posts: 9014
  • I am a Velociraptor; hear me ROAR!!!
    • View Profile
    • Inso's World
Re: Grymn Fluff - The Duplicate Part 2.
« Reply #10 on: January 18, 2012, 08:13:37 PM »
Cheers :)

Just wait until Captain Drackus turns up ;)...
The light at the end of the tunnel is just someone with a torch, locking the gate.

Visit my blog at:  http://insosworld.blogspot.com/    It could save your life!

Do you like Grymn?  This is for YOU!:  http://grymnoutthere.blogspot.com/

Thar be Dragons: http://reptiliad.blogspot.co.uk/

Offline Inso

  • Global Moderator
  • Really Like Totally The Most Doomey Thing Ever
  • ****
  • Posts: 9014
  • I am a Velociraptor; hear me ROAR!!!
    • View Profile
    • Inso's World
Re: Grymn Fluff - The Duplicate Part 2.
« Reply #11 on: January 19, 2012, 02:24:27 PM »
Over the next few months, T87 and Thorred were involved in a number of take and hold actions and were quite often separated; with Thorred acting as an observer from one of the link booths. Over time, the pattern of briefing, action, debrief, reprogram, test, confirm became second nature to them both. The HUD that Thorred wore was becoming en extension of his own body and it was common for him to forget that he was wearing it. T87 was gaining experience with his synthetic body and was now able to use it in a highly efficient manner; extracting every ounce of strength, durability and stamina from it. Thorred and T87 were growing as a team. They were learning from each other due to being linked on operations (whether Thorred was actually in theatre or not) and sharing in all of their battlefield experiences. Thorred learned about how to carry out simple repairs on T87 in the field and was able to better judge how he could be used as a tool because T87 would let him know his views on what he was capable of. In fact, they were becoming great friends.

Thorred was relaxing in his room when T87 stirred in the charging unit and told him that they were required to attend a brief immediately. They both got ready and went straight to the briefing room. It was empty except for them and a single officer. The briefing was a simple one; they were to prep for a long term posting aboard a mercenary freighter and they would be acting as military advisors and security specialists. The reason that they had been chosen was because of the way they had become so comfortable in each other’s presence and it was seen as a handy attribute for long term space travel. Their mission was to advise the captain during initial contacts and to protect the crew should military action be required. In order for Thorred to do this effectively, he would be given the rank of Master Sergeant and all of the benefits and responsibilities that went with the rank. Effectively, Thorred had been jumped 4 places up the promotion ladder and had suddenly received a massive pay rise. The mission would start in four weeks so Thorred could attend the required promotion courses and tests before he and T87 deployed. He would be expected to find out about the ship and crew on his arrival because very little was known about them, apart from the Captain’s name and the name of the ship.

The promotion courses were pretty straightforward and after three weeks Thorred returned to find that T87 had been attending the workshop in order for modifications to be carried out in the run up to the posting. When they met the following day, Thorred immediately noticed that T87 had two standard arms with hands at the end, rather than a replacement pulse-gun, and on both arms, there was a silver band around the upper arm that looked to be a coupling of some sort. It turned out that there were a number of different limbs that could be attached at the coupling and they ranged from weapons to lifting devices and a selection of other heavy maintenance tools. T87 had also been programmed with various maintenance modules so that he could help with repairs aboard the ship if the need arose. T87 was obviously glad to have both hands back because he kept flexing the new one and looking at it. He also teased Thorred about his new rank and suggested that he would now be able to afford a round at the bar (knowing that he couldn’t drink fluids due to being a reploid now). Thorred was just glad to see that T87 was still ‘Grymn’.

The time had come to go and meet the Captain and board his ship. They had packed everything they needed and a few things beside. Most of their kit (including weapons, ammunition, personal effects, Reploid components and charging bay) had been sent on ahead of them so they only had a small case to take with them. They boarded the port transport and set off for Port Bridge; a fairly standard shuttle port used by a range of civilian and military ships as a place to load and off-load. When they arrived, they made their way to bay A-13 and had their documents checked prior to meeting the captain. Unfortunately, the bay was empty and the shuttle that was expected had been delayed due to visa difficulties that were currently being negotiated. Thorred and T87 waited with their kit in the empty waiting area. There were so many empty chairs that Thorred couldn’t help remembering a human film that he had seen about ‘waiting at the gates of heaven’ and he chuckled to himself. T87 looked at him, looked around and remembered the same film. He let out a brief chirrup of data speak that passed as a laugh and turned towards the docking area… still no ship.

After a couple of hours, Thorred began to think that they were going to be waiting forever so he stood up and went to a vending machine. He popped in his card and got a drink and a stick of candy and returned to his seat.
“Nothing for me then?” said T87 “I quite fancy a Bagel.”
“Sorry mate” He replied “they don’t make food for people with no mouths here!”
T87 chirruped again and they both looked towards the docking area as the door opened and an extravagantly dressed Grymn strolled through it.
“Are you guys ready?” He asked “I’m in a bit of a hurry.”
With that, he turned around and walked out. T87 grabbed the handle of the trolley with all their kit on and both he and Thorred followed the Grymn down the passage way and through the docking clamp into the shuttle. As soon as the doors closed behind them there was the clang of the clamps being withdrawn and the shuttle lurched into the air. Thorred had to steady himself against the wall as the floor tilted but T87 just seemed to behave as if there was no movement. He saw Thorred staring at him and said “it’s the electro magnets in my feet”. Obviously, weapons were not the only modifications that had been applied to the reploid while he was away.
“Welcome fellow travellers” the Grymn said “I am Captain Drackus Smith, and I run The Obituary”
“You are well met captain” replied Thorred and T87 in unison.
“Does that happen a lot with you two?” asked Drackus “the answering the same thing at the same time malarkey?”
“Yes sir, I guess it does” replied Thorred.
“Well I’m sure I’ll get used to it” replied Drackus.
They all found a seat after stowing their kit and watched as the view from the window changed from the blue of the day to the dark of space. There was a brief moment of unease as the gravity system kicked in and then it was a case of a short trip to the ship.

The Obituary wasn’t a large ship. It looked big enough for about thirty crew and had about enough cargo space for a dozen containers, at best. It looked like a standard ‘Theoline’ freighter apart from a number of metallic domes that were placed strategically over its surface. The bridge was at the front and there were engines and thrusters dotted about over the surface. It looked in very good order and Thorred was glad to see that he wasn’t boarding a junk heap.
“She’s a treat, isn’t she?” Said Drackus “unassuming but efficient.”
“She looks a fine vessel, sir” replied Thorred “and in good order as well.”
“It pays to keep her ship-shape in my business” Drackus flashed a leering smile “you never know when you need reliability.”
“And what business would that be, sir?” asked Thorred
“I’m sure you’ll work things out, soon enough” retorted Drackus “Yes, soon enough.”

The shuttle docked with The Obituary and the occupants boarded with all their kit. They were met by what could only be described as an eight foot tall, hairless, purple gorilla that looked straight past Thorred and T87 at the captain.
“All sorted, captain?” asked the creature in a very deep, booming voice.
“Indeed it is” replied Drackus “prepare to depart”.
The creature nodded, threw a sideways glance at Thorred and T87 and lurched off towards the front of the ship.
“Don’t mind Sally” said Drackus “he’s always suspicious of new additions to the crew…especially when they are military”.
“Sally?” asked T87.
“Yes, Sally” the captain replied “short for the longest name you have ever seen that begins with S.”
“Oh.” replied T87.
“He’s my security officer and he is rather good at it” Drackus continued “not many people want to argue with an 8 foot tall creature so his attendance is usually enough to calm things down…that and him being practically bullet-proof!”
“What race is he?” continued T87
“YES” replied Drackus with a grin, “there will be time for meet and greets later…we need to get under way before they realise what we have borrowed.”
T87 and Thorred looked at the captain and were about to launch into a host of questions when the ship’s engines fired and the ship lurched forward, banking sharply as she accelerated. Thorred stumbled but was steadied by the captain “no worries” he said “you’ll get your sea legs soon enough”. He propped Thorred against the nearest bulkhead and strode off towards the bridge as the rattle of energy fire rippled across the skin of the ship.
“Ha HAAA! It’s going to be an interesting trip” the captain hollered “splice the main-brace and batten down the hatches, the weather is fruity today!” and he disappeared through the main hatchway to the bridge as the ship fired its main engines and sped away from the shuttle.
Thorred and T87 stood and wondered what they were going to do next when a female Grymn appeared in front of them after emerging from a side hatch.
“Excellent!” she said, looking at T87 “I like you…have you brought extra bits and bobs?”
“What?” he replied.
“You know…arm attachments?”
“Some.”
“Good. I can use a hand in the cargo bay” she replied “I am Tulley, the engineer and I have been chosen to show you to your bunks. I’ll get you sorted first” she looked at Thorred “and then I’ll sort your charging station and stowage out” she said while looking at T87.
“Thank you” they both replied in unison.
“SQUEEE! That is SO cute!” she squealed as she beckoned them towards the crew areas.

Thorred’s billet was small but comfortable. It was single berth with a fold up bunk above a sofa. The sofa doubled as storage if you lifted the seat and there was enough room for all of his kit. He had a sink with a mirror and a small hanging space for trousers and shirts. There was a table that folded down so that you could use it while sitting on the sofa. It was functional and efficient and Thorred was quite happy with it. The only thing missing was T87 and his charging station and that was a shame but there obviously wasn’t the space for him.

T87 was housed in the maintenance area of the cargo bay and his charging unit was next to Tulley’s billet. It was exactly the same as it had been whilst stationed with the reploid army with the exception of added locker space for the various arm attachments and servicing tools. Tulley had insisted that he should have a cork board next to his charging point so that he could pin notes on it. T87 humoured her but knew he would be very unlikely to use it. Tulley had taken quite a shine to him and excitedly squealed whenever he did anything remotely interesting…something that troubled him a little but she was young and he didn’t want to upset her so he kept quiet and let her get on with it.

After settling in and unpacking, Thorred and T87 were collected and taken to the crew area by Tulley. When they arrived, the door slid open to reveal a luxurious social area with sofas, loungers, vid-players, lavish decoration and plenty of small windows so that you could see the star-fields outside. There were food dispensers and areas where you could sit and eat. There was also a bar which Thorred found quite unusual but he had been briefed to ‘go with the flow’ before he left so he just noted it and moved on. Tulley ushered them to a pair of comfy chairs and said that the crew would be arriving shortly to say hello and no sooner had they sat down when the door slid open and the crew began to filter in.

The Captain was last in and the door shut behind him. The crew consisted of twelve personnel, including Tully, Sally and the Captain. Most of the crew were Grymn but Sally and another character stood out as being extremely alien. One by one they all introduced themselves. Chook was a bipedal Lizard about five and a half feet tall. His heavy scales were a deep emerald green and he was the ship’s ambassador. Sally was, of course huge and purple. He was the security chief and he had two heavy-set, male Grymn; Sig and Benn, as officers. Tulley was the engineer and she was currently sat, grinning at T87. Tyra was a pallid looking female Grymn and she was just referred to as the passenger. Fran and Jela were Grymn and they were female twins. They, along with Gregor, Stobart and Trev were all general crew and they completed the compliment. Of course, there was the Captain; Drackus and he was currently accompanied by what looked like a bright blue weasel that was wrapped around his neck like a scarf. On first glance, Thorred thought that the complete lack of uniform or dress regulations was inappropriate but he soon switched off his military thinking and treated it as an additional aid to recognition. After the introductions, Thorred and T87 followed suit and mentioned that they had been assigned as military advisors with a view to bolster the security. Almost in unison, the crew turned to Sally who looked to be suppressing laughter at the suggestion that he needed help with security…but he said nothing. Thorred and T87 were greeted with a mix of welcome and distrust but it was only to be expected from a tight knit crew like this one obviously was.
“Right then!” said Drackus “time for a drink!” He got to his feet and walked to the bar. Sig was now behind it and was pouring out shots for everyone.
“I must apologise, but I am unable to drink” said T87.
“Whether you drink it or not, my crew all get treated the same” he replied and picked the tray of glasses up so he could bring them over to the crew. Everyone took a glass and the captain raised his to the air.
“A toast” he said “To all those in The Obituary…may they live to their limits…and some!”
“To all those in The Obituary” the crew replied and everyone drank the toast except for T87 and Tyra who dipped a finger in her drink and dabbed a tiny amount on her wrist.
“I’d just like to welcome Thorred and T87 to the crew…although T87 will need a nick-name because I’ll soon get fed up with quoting numbers” said the captain “They will both be assigned to Sally but Tulley has first dibs on our synthetic friend if repairs are needed” he continued “and for the new guys, have fun…but my cabin is strictly out of bounds at all times. If you need to get in touch with me, you will use the comms in here.”
Thorred and T87 nodded.
“Taters!” squealed Tulley “that’s what we’ll call him; Taters!”
Thorred stifled a laugh and he could almost feel the horror emanating from T87 at his suggested nick-name.
“Excellent!” boomed Drackus “Taters is a grand name!”
It was settled…
Once the glasses had been emptied, the captain returned to his cabin and the crew filtered out to return to their duties. Sally beckoned to Thorred and Taters and they joined Sig and Benn as they went off to their security office. Once they arrived they were shown the armoury, the cell and the briefing room. There was a database that had contact details of all their associates and continually updating information about threats in the area of their ship. Pirates were always a problem and it paid to keep an eye on what was happening in the areas they visited. In addition to this, there was a defence station which had controls for the hull cannons and missile batteries (Thorred had suspected that the silver domes on the outside of the ship had housed weaponry but had no idea that so much could have been packed into so few turrets). There was also a toilet and Sally made it perfectly clear that it was the only one big enough for him so he always expected it to be empty. After the walk round, Sally made it clear that all weapons were to be stowed in the armoury, including blades and Taters’ arm weapons so, reluctantly, Thorred and Taters returned to their quarters to fetch what they had.
“I know what you brought on board” said Sally “so I’ll expect to see it all”. It was obvious that Sally was good at his job so the pair of them did as they were told.

Over the next couple of days, they began to socialise more with various crew members and although they were viewed with suspicion, Thorred and Taters were treated well. They quickly learned that Sally was a philosophic character who was very slow to anger and had an immense amount of patience. He was warm and genuine and Thorred quickly became fast friends with him. Tulley was besotted with Taters and Thorred felt that he had to keep an eye out for him. The day after his nick-name was given to him, Taters activated after a charging cycle, to find that his number had been replaced by a hand painted name tag with a frame made out of a chain of smiley faces. It was all he could do not to remove it…but he saw the pride on Tulley’s face and decided to leave it where it was. The five main crew members were professional Grymn and Thorred viewed them as the most military people aboard. They were a tight-knit team and they behaved like comrades so Thorred and Taters fitted right in. Chook was aloof, arrogant and kept a distance from almost everyone aboard apart from Tyra and the captain. He usually wore a bright coloured flight suit with a high collar and short-cut legs that stopped just above his calves. Tyra was rarely seen but when she was, she was always serene and respectful. She always wore an ankle length, silk dress and two-toed, soft leather, boots with a cord binding them in place. Although she appeared overly pale, she was full figured and had a sharp gaze. Sig and Benn were typical security officers. They were brash, heavy drinking and abrupt. They always wore camouflaged fatigues in various patterns and spent a lot of time in the cargo bay because that was where a makeshift gym was set up. They were easy to get along with because they wore their hearts on their sleeves and you always knew that what you saw was what you got. Captain Drackus was rarely out of his cabin. On the odd occasions that he wandered around the ship, he was inspecting, so he didn’t have much time for chat. The only thing Thorred knew about the captain was that he had no dress-sense, could not co-ordinate colours and had a pet weasel called Blue. He also found out that no matter how he scanned the captain’s cabin, he could not get any readings passed the bulkhead; which appeared to be made of the same material as a reploid, cranial case.

Thorred was frustrated. He was light-years from home, on a ship that appeared to have no mission and he was part of a crew that he knew very little about. He double checked the orders he was given and they were so vague and so few that he was utterly confused as to why he was there at all. The captain wasn’t helping matters because every time Thorred tried to meet up with him, he was either busy or didn’t have enough time for an in-depth chat. To add to everything else, Thorred had no way of contacting his command at home because the ship was running on radio silence for most of the time and when it was broken, the comms channels were filled up with personal chat and official signals. Thorred shared his concerns with Taters and all he said was that they must be there for a reason and that he was sure it would make itself apparent when the need arose.

Time passed. The Obituary continued to travel at speed and the crew went about their duties without receiving orders or commands. Thorred was impressed at how well the ship was run and how everyone knew their place. Drackus kept his occasional inspections going and seemed to soak up every minute detail, picking up problems and suggesting solutions. When the area being inspected was a good standard, he beamed and praised those responsible. If it was not up to speed he was silent and moved on. Eventually, the security section got inspected and Drackus was extremely happy with it. It was obvious that Sally was proud of his inspection record and that the new recruits hadn’t lowered the standards of his team. It was during this inspection that Drackus said “the section is spot on Sally…but what of the new recruits?”
“What do you mean, sir?” replied Sally.
“I think we need a test of ability, just to see how they play!” said Drackus.
“Melee sir?” asked Sally.
“Excellent idea!” the captain grinned as he strode off “17:00 should be about right…in the cargo area”.
“Right you are, sir” said Sally as he went into the office to sort out arrangements.

Thorred and Taters arrived at the cargo bay at 16:55 and were met by the crew, including the captain and a small roped off area. Thorred was wearing his combat trousers, boots and a vest and had been warned to expect close combat training. Taters had his normal arms on and had been told to expect the same.

“Let’s get started then!” bellowed the captain with a big smile on his face” Sig and Thorred first”.

Thorred climbed through the ropes and into the training area. He faced Sig while he did the same. Sig was dressed in the same kit as Thorred but instead of the muted grey pattern, was wearing an orange and red camouflage. Sig was a much heavier built Grymn than Thorred was but seemed to be a little over confident. The bout was going to be a simple case of going for a submission or knocking the opponent out. They both limbered up, faced off and without any warning, Sig threw himself forward in an attempt to grab hold of Thorred. He failed as Thorred quickly sidestepped him and as he passed by, dropped down on his back with his elbow contacting firmly in the kidney area. Sig slammed to the floor, rolled and caught Thorred with a punch to the lower jaw that he felt all the way to the tip of his toes. Thorred staggered backwards while he tried to regain his feet and was barrelled to the floor as Sig shouldered him in the stomach with all of his weight. Thorred hit the ground, rolled and flipped Sig over him so that he landed on his back. Thorred leapt up and put a short distance between him and his opposition. He knew that he would have to use his agility and skill against Sig’s powerful attacks. Sig got to his feet and charged again. Thorred waited until the last moment, dropped to his knee and punched him in the stomach, using his own weight against him. Sig groaned as the air left him. Thorred quickly followed up with a downward punch to the jaw and Sig hit the deck, out cold.
“Excellent!” shouted Drackus “Benn, in you go!”
Benn cleared the ropes and leapt at Thorred, catching him across his chest in a powerful grip. Thorred remained standing but was helpless against the crushing strength of Benn. He could feel the darkness of unconsciousness falling on him and knew that he had to act quickly so he jabbed his foot down against Benn’s knee and felt his grip lessen as the pain flooded into him. Thorred twisted hard and freed his arm enough to elbow Benn in the throat. He stumbled back, releasing Thorred whilst clutching his throat and gasping for air. He took a knee and raised his had to submit and the captain cheered again
“Super!” He cried “Tyra, your turn.”
To Thorred’s surprise, Tyra stepped gracefully into the training area. She was still wearing her long dress and two-toed boots. She stared right through Thorred as if he wasn’t there and casually walked towards him. She moved so fast that he didn’t even see it…but he felt the blow and it knocked him straight off his feet and on to his back, winding him in the process. He tried to stand but found himself in a snake-like grip around his neck and shoulders. He was out cold soon afterwards.
When he came too, Tyra had gone and Sally was looking down at him with a big grin on his face. “Didn’t expect that, did you?” he said as he helped him to his feet “don’t feel upset though, she always beats me as well.”
Thorred just looked at him, he was feeling a little sore and disoriented and was in need of a drink.
“Taters, it’s your turn” said the Captain “Sally!”
“My turn” said Sally to Thorred as he propped him in a chair and climbed into the arena.
Taters stood stock still and watched Sally as he approached. It was as if he was fighting in slow motion because of his super fast reflexes. He easily dodged Sally’s blows and remained rooted to the spot. Even though he was half the height of Sally, he was almost as heavy and was using his foot magnets to aid his balance. He could feel the power raging against him but his synthetic body was easily able to cope with the pressures exerted and he was able to restrain Sally in a headlock and gain a submission very quickly. Seeing as Sally was the only one available to mount any sort of challenge, the trial was halted and the Captain called for everyone to cheer for the fighters.
“Excellent stuff!” bellowed Drackus “Time for a drink, I’d say! Stobart, fetch the medipack and bring it to the lounge with you!”
“Aye Cap’n” replied Stobart as he walked off to the med bay.

The competition had been a team-building and measuring exercise. Drackus now knew how effective the newcomers were and in the process had developed a respect chain amongst the security team. He had specifically kept Sally away from fighting Thored because he had an inkling that Sally could have lost and that would have brought disharmony to the crew. He knew that Taters would beat Sally but needed Sally to know how effective the reploid was. With Stobart and Jela attending to cuts and abrasions it was obvious that over the last couple of weeks the new-comers had been accepted and the little trial had cemented their acceptance into the team as a whole. Drackus smiled. It had been a good day and it seemed that he would soon be able to share a small amount of what was planned with Thorred and Taters.
“Hmmm…Interesting times” thought Drackus.
« Last Edit: January 19, 2012, 03:09:26 PM by Inso »
The light at the end of the tunnel is just someone with a torch, locking the gate.

Visit my blog at:  http://insosworld.blogspot.com/    It could save your life!

Do you like Grymn?  This is for YOU!:  http://grymnoutthere.blogspot.com/

Thar be Dragons: http://reptiliad.blogspot.co.uk/

Offline Inso

  • Global Moderator
  • Really Like Totally The Most Doomey Thing Ever
  • ****
  • Posts: 9014
  • I am a Velociraptor; hear me ROAR!!!
    • View Profile
    • Inso's World
Re: Grymn Fluff - The Duplicate Part 3.
« Reply #12 on: January 20, 2012, 03:28:28 PM »
Taters awoke from his charge to see Tulley beaming at him. He wondered what she had done to him this time but greeted her sincerely. He looked over at his cork board and there was a medal pinned to it. It was made from polished metal and had been etched with the words ‘Champion Wrestler’. He looked at Tulley and chirruped a laugh which immediately made her blush.
“Do you like it?” she asked “I made it just for you.”
“It is very nice” he replied “but I can’t wear it or Sally will be upset.”
“I know that, silly” she replied “that’s why it’s on the board!”
Taters disconnected himself and was about to leave for his security work when Tulley stopped him.
“You’re not going to security today…you’re all mine for now!” she was beaming now “we have some modifications that need to be done to the secondary drive and you are much stronger than me so you can do all the heavy stuff.”
“Okay” said Taters “where do we start?”
Tulley squeaked, grabbed his hand and led him off towards the secondary drive. Taters knew it was going to be a very long day.

Thorred reported for duty and was told that he had to go to the lounge to see the captain so he turned around and went there. Drackus was waiting for him when he arrived and Thorred noticed that Tyra and Chook were also present.
“Excellent” said Drackus “I thought it was about time that I put you in the picture.”
“Sir?” queried Thorred.
“Why you are here, son!” said the captain as he flashed a crocodile smile at him. “I have Chook and the passenger here because they are entwined in the little mystery and have a direct interest in everything I am about to tell you…so buckle up and listen to what I have to say.”

Thorred sat down and for the next two hours learned why he was there, why it was so important that T87 had come along and the importance to the Grymn high command of the success of the mission. He asked all of the questions he needed to and got all of the answers in a completely honest and straightforward manner. What he learned came as a great surprise to him and he felt cold by the time he left. Now he understood why his initial briefing at base had been so short because he wouldn’t have accepted the duty if he had known more information. Thorred also knew that T87 would be horrified by what he had to say and was dreading telling him.

That night, Thorred dreamed…

…he saw the Father running through the corridors, hacking at scientists as he did so. Blood mixed with chemicals as the shattered bodies clashed with test-tubes and beakers. No lives were spared as the Father rampaged through the facility. Eventually when all was quiet, the Father gathered together the bio-capsules and fled on a captured star-ship. He travelled far until he came to Planet One, the founding home-world for the Grymn race. He nurtured the bio-capsules and eventually they bore young Grymn. The Father had been clever and had selected all of the available capsules that could be paired up so that they could be used to start a race of people. Over the years the Grymn flourished but in the darkness of space, the scientist’s deaths had given root to a deep hatred and the Sleiti were out for revenge. They created a hunter race in their laboratories called the Bohkin and sent them in heavily armoured ships across space so they could find and destroy the escaping Grymn. Many wars were fought and the Grymn were forced to flee world after world in order to remain safe. Eventually, the Sleiti stopped sending Bohkin and hunted the Grymn themselves; culminating in the war to end wars. That was a terrible war. Many Grymn died and if the Delsertis hadn’t turned up, it was widely believed that the Grymn would have been wiped out. However, the Delsertis DID turn up and they decimated the Sleiti with their strange weaponry and they left only one alive; Ieuan who was sent back to his home-world with a treaty. The treaty was a simple one…’leave the Grymn to live their lives in peace or be annihilated’…and that was the last contact the Grymn had with the Sleiti…or so it was believed.

Thorred awoke to the sound of his headset beeping. He picked it up from the hook by his head and put it on. Taters began to tell him about his work on the secondary drive and how he was enjoying trying out all of his new tools for real. Thorred looked at his watch and discovered that it was 03:00 and he wasn’t due to wake up for another four hours.
“T87, do you have any idea what time it is?” he asked.
“It is 03:01:47…48…49” replied Taters “Why?”
“I was asleep and you woke me” Thorred said “do you have anything important to tell me or can I go back to sleep?”
“I thought you would be interested in my news…but I guess I was wrong” he replied.
“Sorry mate, I am interested it is just that I have had a long day and am tired” Thorred yawned as he spoke.
“So…how did your meeting go today?” asked Taters “did you find anything out?”
“I found EVERYTHING out but I want to talk to you about it face to face” he replied “there is something you need to know and I don’t think you will like what I tell you.”
“I’ll be there in two minutes” said Taters.
Thorred sighed. He wished that he could have dealt with this at a more healthy time but he realised that there was no arguing with Taters because he knew that he would act the same way…
Taters arrived shortly afterwards and joined Thorred on the sofa.
“So, what is the beef?” he asked.
“I’ll keep it very brief because there is no easy way of putting it” Thorred said with a stunned look on his face “we are going to the Sleiti home-world.”
There was a palpable silence as Taters thought about what he was told.
“Further more,” continued Thorred “the reason we are going is because the Sleiti are the only race we know of that produce the metal that is used for reploid cranium cases…like the one you have.”
Taters remained quiet.
“Not only that” he continued “but they are also responsible for the manufacture and assembly of the whole unit…including the empty neural net and interface.”
Taters’ head tilted forward as his gaze turned to the floor yet still, he remained quiet.
“Our role is to liaise with the Sleiti to acquire more cranium cases and to demonstrate how far we have come since the last time they had contact with us.” Thorred continued “They always traded through a third party before and have now decided that they will only deal directly.”
“I am a demonstration model?” replied Taters “and a Grymn inside a Sleiti construct?”
“I am sorry mate, I really am…but you are right I’m afraid” said Thorred in a downcast fashion “The only bit that is Sleiti is the cranium case though…the rest is Grymn built.”
“I think I need to find a quiet place” said Taters as he rose to his feet and slowly left Thorred’s quarters.
Thorred was truly upset for his neural twin and wished that the universe could swallow him up. He couldn’t even begin to think how he would react to the same news and hoped that Taters would be able to cope. He realised that he would find out in good time…but he was desperately hoping that his friend would be able to come to terms with the news.

When Thorred reported for duty that day, Taters wasn’t there so he assumed that he was still working on the secondary drives with Tulley. He asked Sally if he could take a stroll and got an ‘of course you can’ glance from him so he went to the cargo bay to see if he could find Taters there. When he got there, Tulley was on her own and mentioned that Taters hadn’t been in his charging unit that morning and that she could still use his help with the work. Thorred said he’d find him and went off to the lounge. The lounge was empty apart from Chook who looked down his nose at Thorred when he walked in.
“Excuse me sir” asked Thorred “do you happen to know where Taters is?”
“Yes” replied Chook as he continued to read his data-tab.
“Where, sir?” said Thorred, trying to suppress his impatience.
“Tyra has him in the captain’s cabin” Chook said with a malicious grin “he WILL remain undisturbed for now…do you understand?”
“Yes sir” replied Thorred “Thank you for your time.”
There was no reply because Chook was reading again. Thorred turned and left. He wondered what was going on but doubted if he would be able to get a link through the captain’s impregnable cabin.

Taters was gone for the rest of the day but when Thorred eventually bedded down for the night, his headset beeped so he put it on.
“How’s it going, mate?” He asked.
“I’m good now…just needed to get my head around things” replied Taters “it seems that there have been many things that have been hidden from us for a good many years.”
“Yes…it’s a bit of a shock to find out that we have been trading with our creators for so long” said Thorred.
“It begs the question of what else the high command has kept from us.” Taters mused “maybe there have been wars fought since the big war against the Sleiti and we didn’t know it.”
“I don’t think that the high command could have kept that from us” replied Thorred “but I must admit to being more than a bit angry about the current situation.”
“I know what you mean but I know that we would still be here, even if we knew the circumstances” Taters replies “we are honourable Grymn and wouldn’t have been able to refuse.”
“I guess so” Thorred replied.

Taters and Thorred chatted for a couple of hours and put the world to rights. It turned out that Tyra was a very good councillor and was able to reassure Taters that he was safe in his shell, no matter where it was made or by who. Thorred asked about what was in the cabin but Taters was unable to tell him much because it was partitioned and he was kept in one section with a couple of couches, a small table and little else. He also mentioned that apart from them confirming that his cranial case and neural net were manufactured by the Sleiti, the captain and Tyra made little mention of the mission and kept to small talk. It seemed reasonable that the intimate details of the mission would surface nearer the arrival time so they were both content that nothing of too much importance was being kept from them. Thorred knew that it would be counter-productive for the captain to spring a surprise on him so trusted to his judgement…for now.

The Obituary had settled into a brisk cruising speed and was set to re-supply at a number of docks before arriving at the Sleiti home-world in two months time.



The light at the end of the tunnel is just someone with a torch, locking the gate.

Visit my blog at:  http://insosworld.blogspot.com/    It could save your life!

Do you like Grymn?  This is for YOU!:  http://grymnoutthere.blogspot.com/

Thar be Dragons: http://reptiliad.blogspot.co.uk/

Offline Penfold

  • Dark Overlord of Hell
  • *****
  • Posts: 2031
  • ooh-ech
    • View Profile
Re: Grymn Fluff - The Duplicate Part 4.
« Reply #13 on: January 21, 2012, 09:25:01 AM »
 :applause: :applause: great work Inso (having trouble sleeping again ?) :popcorn:



only one quibble CANDY ? didn't know Grymn were American, next thing you'll be dropping A E I O U's from words.  :lol:
Ernest Penfold master of Kung Moggie
                   For 2014
Figs brought: 0    Figs Painted:0

Offline Inso

  • Global Moderator
  • Really Like Totally The Most Doomey Thing Ever
  • ****
  • Posts: 9014
  • I am a Velociraptor; hear me ROAR!!!
    • View Profile
    • Inso's World
Re: Grymn Fluff - The Duplicate Part 4.
« Reply #14 on: January 21, 2012, 12:32:15 PM »
I used candy because this forum is multi-cultural and everyone understands the word 'candy' but not everyone would necessary get 'sweets'.

I have also kept to human style numbers and names...it just makes things more easily understood.

Sally's name would probably be something like Shrngggleausagashunar...try writing that a dozen times ;).
The light at the end of the tunnel is just someone with a torch, locking the gate.

Visit my blog at:  http://insosworld.blogspot.com/    It could save your life!

Do you like Grymn?  This is for YOU!:  http://grymnoutthere.blogspot.com/

Thar be Dragons: http://reptiliad.blogspot.co.uk/

Offline Penfold

  • Dark Overlord of Hell
  • *****
  • Posts: 2031
  • ooh-ech
    • View Profile
Re: Grymn Fluff - The Duplicate Part 4.
« Reply #15 on: January 21, 2012, 02:21:07 PM »
 Inso  :notworthy: :salute:.
 as for the other  bit was not name or such just didn't want you going down the colour road  :( . :angel:
Ernest Penfold master of Kung Moggie
                   For 2014
Figs brought: 0    Figs Painted:0

Offline Inso

  • Global Moderator
  • Really Like Totally The Most Doomey Thing Ever
  • ****
  • Posts: 9014
  • I am a Velociraptor; hear me ROAR!!!
    • View Profile
    • Inso's World
Re: Grymn Fluff - The Duplicate Part 4.
« Reply #16 on: January 21, 2012, 02:25:18 PM »
I am English; born and bred...I will spell as I have been taught :).
The light at the end of the tunnel is just someone with a torch, locking the gate.

Visit my blog at:  http://insosworld.blogspot.com/    It could save your life!

Do you like Grymn?  This is for YOU!:  http://grymnoutthere.blogspot.com/

Thar be Dragons: http://reptiliad.blogspot.co.uk/

Offline Ajsalium

  • Fallen One
  • *
  • Posts: 2702
    • View Profile
    • Role 'n' Roll
Re: Grymn Fluff - The Duplicate Part 4.
« Reply #17 on: January 22, 2012, 10:56:53 PM »
:applause:

Now I'm waiting for the next chapter... :popcorn:
Blog updated Jan 21st
ROLE 'N' ROLL

Tell the truth, do what's right, and face the consequences. -Me.

Offline Inso

  • Global Moderator
  • Really Like Totally The Most Doomey Thing Ever
  • ****
  • Posts: 9014
  • I am a Velociraptor; hear me ROAR!!!
    • View Profile
    • Inso's World
Re: Grymn Fluff - The Duplicate Part 4.
« Reply #18 on: January 23, 2012, 11:36:26 AM »
After a further week in space, The Obituary had to dock to re-supply with fuel and provisions. It was also a good opportunity to ‘do some fishing’, as the captain put it. They headed for a small planet that was locally known as Chigg’s World because the indigenous population were evolved from insects. Unlike Thorred’s home-world, this one had a docking station in orbit and it enabled The Obituary to refuel and resupply without having to go through the re-entry process. It also meant that there was no need for them to go to the surface which Thorred was quite happy about because he had been told that there were occasions where the local populace swarmed and when that happened, off-worlders had a knack of being eaten.

The docking station was clean and brightly lit. There were rather a lot of security teams floating about and they looked particularly menacing because they were of Siggarin origins. That meant that they were about six feet tall, walked in a bi-pedal fashion, had four arms and were covered in tough scales from head to foot. Their multi-faceted eyes protruded from their skulls above a mouth that had multiple mandibles and as they scanned the room, their mouth parts continually fidgeted. In their lower pair of arms, they carried a heavy version of a stun rifle and in their other arms they carried a stun maul about the size of a baseball bat. They were well equipped and really looked the part. Sally hinted that they would make a nice crunch if he got hold of one so the crew made an effort to keep him away from them.

Tulley, Chook and Taters remained on board The Obituary. Chook said he had no reason to go aboard so he stayed in the lounge, reading his data slate. Tulley and Taters supervised the fuelling and re-supply, with Taters fetching and carrying whilst remaining as the security presence aboard. Thorred joined Sally and most of the crew on a trip to the market area whilst Drackus and Tyra said they had business to attend to and strolled off in the other direction. Sally looked at Thorred and winked “no doubt we’ll be leaving in a hurry soon” he said “so stay alert and keep your wits about you”. Thorred checked his side-arm and looked around to make sure that he knew who was nearby. Fortunately, the security teams were keeping a safe distance from them so he knew that there would be time to mount a defence if it was needed. Sally looked at him and chuckled “not THAT alert” he said “you’ll attract attention to yourself”.

Thorred was amazed at the wide variety of items available in such a small market area. There seemed to be everything from food stuff (for a wide range of species), electronic items, weaponry and even slaves; something that Thorred found quite unsettling. Anything they wanted, that couldn’t be found, could be sent up in a matter of hours…at a price. He found that he was staring at the small, bald aliens that were chained by the necks and it was only when Jela nudged him that he snapped out of his stupour. “Different cultures have different ideals” is all she said to him as she grabbed his hand and steered him away from the poor creatures “stay there too long and they’ll sell you one.” Thorred looked at Jela and for the first time, took note of what she looked like. He hadn’t seen very much of her from the front because she was normally sat at one of the control consoles, typing away or chattering into her headset. He suddenly realised that she had one side of her head shaved bald with the rest of her hair being no longer than an inch in length. The bald area of her head had an elaborate, floral tattoo that was quite pale and subtle but he was astonished that he hadn’t noticed it before. She was fairly plain looking but had a smile that lit her entire face, making her quite beautiful.
“It is cool isn’t it?” Jela said “my tattoo.”
“Yes” replied Thorred as he blushed…he hadn’t realised he was staring.
Jela noticed that he was blushing and said “it isn’t my only tattoo, you know?” she said with an innocent smile “if you are very lucky, I may show you sometime.”
Thorred spluttered and looked away. He wasn’t used to such plain speaking from a woman and felt extremely naïve. He heard a chuckle from behind and realised that Sig and Benn had watched the whole thing and were currently raising their eyebrows in his direction.
“It’s just jealousy” said Jela with a big grin.
Thorred wished he could be swallowed up but just continued to blush as Jela pulled his hand and took him into a small refreshment area, away from prying eyes. All he could hear in the background were whistles and laughs and he knew he was going to be the butt of a lot of jokes when he returned to the ship.

While sharing time in Jela’s company, he learned a lot about her. She used to be a lieutenant in the Grymn air-force; acting as a technical officer aboard one of the many drop ships that were used for troop and supply landings. She had been brought up with service in mind and had reached lieutenant by the end of her five year service. She decided that the mandated two years wasn’t enough for her to get the experience she needed so she had extended, as so many others do. By the time five years were up, she had tired of authority and needed to travel so she hooked up with a small mercenary trading crew…and she had remained there ever since; currently eight years. Jela was in her early thirties and had blue eyes. She told Thorred that she had coloured contact lenses in because she could tell that he was confused…all Grymn had green eyes, without exception. He told her about his service in the infantry and the actions he had been involved with, how he had been chosen as a reploid controller and how he had gained so high a rank because he seemed a bit young for such a respected position (in the infantry, Master Sergeants were usually older, battle scarred veterans with a shout that could chill the heart of a new recruit at a hundred paces). He learned that Fran, Jela’s twin, had also stayed in the military but was less inclined to listen to orders. She had only reached Corporal in her five years but was still an excellent junior flight technician. She had joined the crew because she had nothing better to do and couldn’t face a return home as the lesser achieving twin. Jela said that one of the reasons for her hair style was to be different to her twin; which sounded strange because they looked quite different to each other but Thorred didn’t query her. It was at that moment that he realised they had been leaning towards each other, over the table and were holding hands. Jela caught the moment as well and before Thorred knew what was happening, she kissed him full on the lips. As they separated, they looked into each other’s eyes and it was clear that neither of them had a problem with what had just happened. They were just about to give it another go when Sally loomed in the doorway “no time for that now!” he said abruptly “the captain has been busy and we need to leave now.”

The dash back to the ship was quite eventful. Sally was shot by one of the Siggarin and had knocked the creature unconscious with his own rifle. Tyra had taken down four security guards before they had time to react and had done so with gentle strokes to their necks (apparently it was something to do with pressure points). The captain had meandered through the excitement with one of the small slave creatures in tow as if nothing was happening around him. Sig and Benn were acting as a rear guard; taking up a defensive stance whilst retreating towards the ship with the rest of the crew. When they all reached the ship, Taters was waiting at the hatch and had his pulse-gun fitted. The engines were running and Tulley was nowhere to be seen so Thorred assumed she was at the controls.

They all rushed into the ship and the hatch closed behind them. Tulley emerged from the cargo bay with a worried look on her face but said nothing as she stood behind Taters. The docking clamps clanged away as the ship started to lift off and Thorred wondered who was flying, if it wasn’t Tulley. The crew took station and Thorred met Taters in the security office as he was unclipping his pulse-gun and swapping it for a standard arm. It turned out that Tulley didn’t like conflict and Chook was piloting the ship. Tulley had busied herself in the cargo area while the incident was going on and was only happy to emerge once the doors were shut. It turned out that she had joined the crew at an early age because she was refused access to the military and her parents had disowned her as a result. The captain took her on board because she was a gifted mechanic and needed a place of refuge. He treated her like he would a daughter and always kept an eye on her to make sure she was content. That was why Taters was in her care because she was so excited when she heard he was coming on board. It had certainly been an educational refuelling stop.

Sally stuck his head into the security office. “Sig, Benn…top guns, Thorred belly guns…NOW!” he said abruptly as he disappeared again. They quickly dashed to the gunnery seats and fired up the weapon systems as the ship’s engines began to grow louder as they pushed out more power. In moments, little dots appeared on the targeting screens as a number of ships approached at high speed. Thorred could hear the patter of energy fire on the hull as he focused on the task at hand. This sort of thing was second nature to him and, within moments, he had destroyed three vessels.
“Save some for us!” said Benn through the comms-set “we haven’t had as much practise as you military types!”
It seemed odd to Thorred that, although the ship had accelerated, it was not making any attempt to out manoeuvre the attackers. They were coming in fast and he could hear their energy pulses hitting the hull but there was no attempt to evade them. He downed another couple as Sig shouted “Ha! Take that” because he had got his second kill. Benn was doing a little better with four now and as Thorred was about to destroy his next target, it veered away and was followed by the rest.
“Stand down” said Sally over the comms “they seem to have lost their appetite for the time being.”
When Thorred returned to the security office, he asked Sally why the ship hadn’t taken evasive action and was told that it had been ‘armoured-up’ and that the stun weapons of the attacking ships wouldn’t even have scratched her surface. The only reason they fired back was because it would satisfy the Siggarin’s honour and let them feel better about letting them escape so easily.
“There is a lot of stuff I know nothing about” said Thorred “how do you remember all these customs and codes?”
“Practice” said Sally with a smile.

The next week was uneventful so Thorred got to spend quite a lot of time in Jela’s company. She had kept her promise and Thorred was now fully aware of where all of her tattoos were. Fran was cool about everything and kept throwing Thorred a smile whenever she saw him. He was getting to know the crew fairly well now and personal histories and tales of their adventures were being freely shared as a result. Taters was also pleased that Thorred had a bit of a love life now. It meant that he didn’t feel as guilty spending so much time in the cargo area, working with Tulley. He felt that he was a sort of councillor or babysitter for her and he was quite content to spend time with her. He had learnt that Tulley saw him as a sort of ‘new toy’ and although she lavished lots of attention on him, it was all innocent and she was just being friendly. He had been finding out a lot about her and every now and then Drackus would turn up to make sure everything was alright; an action Taters found quite honourable.

During the week, the crew were introduced to a new member. It was the creature that the captain had picked up on the docking station and was stood in front of everyone wearing a new, red and green, silk, boiler-suit. It was exactly like the chained slaves that Thorred had seen and it had pale blue skin and wide milky looking eyes. The captain introduced it as Melkin and told everyone that it was more akin to a pet than a crew member so it would remain in his cabin for most of the time. He also warned them that Melkin was incredibly strong for its size so they shouldn’t tease it. He kept calling it ‘it’ because he didn’t know if it had a sex, let alone what sex it may be. He also explained that the reason they had to make a quick exit from the space dock was because Melkin’s previous owner had decided to mistreat him in the captain’s company so ended up with a smoking hole in his head carapace. The crew all nodded in general agreement to the swift punishment and welcomed the newcomer aboard. Melkin just stared back and followed the captain to his cabin when he left.

The next refuelling stop was completely uneventful. Everyone remained aboard The Obituary and the delivery of fuel and supplies went without incident. They continued on their way shortly afterwards and remained on course to the next destination, a desert world that had no space dock and would require careful bartering to get what they needed.

« Last Edit: January 23, 2012, 01:09:34 PM by Inso »
The light at the end of the tunnel is just someone with a torch, locking the gate.

Visit my blog at:  http://insosworld.blogspot.com/    It could save your life!

Do you like Grymn?  This is for YOU!:  http://grymnoutthere.blogspot.com/

Thar be Dragons: http://reptiliad.blogspot.co.uk/

Offline Penfold

  • Dark Overlord of Hell
  • *****
  • Posts: 2031
  • ooh-ech
    • View Profile
Re: Grymn Fluff - The Duplicate Part 5.
« Reply #19 on: January 23, 2012, 09:03:54 PM »
 :applause: are you trying to write a book  :paranoid2:
Ernest Penfold master of Kung Moggie
                   For 2014
Figs brought: 0    Figs Painted:0

Offline Inso

  • Global Moderator
  • Really Like Totally The Most Doomey Thing Ever
  • ****
  • Posts: 9014
  • I am a Velociraptor; hear me ROAR!!!
    • View Profile
    • Inso's World
Re: Grymn Fluff - The Duplicate Part 5.
« Reply #20 on: January 23, 2012, 09:22:25 PM »
I am just trying to revive my flagging enthusiasm...

...but I have 32 'book sized' pages so far and we haven't even got to the juicy bit yet...

...Getting there is a very small part of the adventure :) .
The light at the end of the tunnel is just someone with a torch, locking the gate.

Visit my blog at:  http://insosworld.blogspot.com/    It could save your life!

Do you like Grymn?  This is for YOU!:  http://grymnoutthere.blogspot.com/

Thar be Dragons: http://reptiliad.blogspot.co.uk/

Offline Inso

  • Global Moderator
  • Really Like Totally The Most Doomey Thing Ever
  • ****
  • Posts: 9014
  • I am a Velociraptor; hear me ROAR!!!
    • View Profile
    • Inso's World
Re: Grymn Fluff - The Duplicate Part 5.
« Reply #21 on: January 25, 2012, 02:10:42 PM »
Due to the requirement to undertake a planetary re-entry process, the ship was prepared for turbulence. All equipment was stowed, all doors were shut and locked and everyone reported to their stations and strapped themselves into their seats. Taters secured himself in his charging unit but before he did so, he made sure that Tulley was strapped in to her seat. The captain was at the helm with Tyra in the second seat. Chook was in the third crewmember’s seat and was monitoring trajectories and glide angles. After a couple of minutes wait, the ship started to gently vibrate as the friction of the planet’s orbit started to build on her surface. The vibration steadily grew until, Thorred started to feel uncomfortable but almost as soon as it started, the vibrations faded away and the blackness of space started to change into the reddish light of a desert planet. It almost seemed a waste of preparation for the short duration of re-entry but it was always good to do it in case something took a turn for the worse.

As they descended, they were hailed by the surface and warned that they would be escorted to the port. Sure enough, a moment later, two fighter aircraft arrived and flanked them as they followed the co-ordinates they had been given. When The Obituary landed and the outer hatch was opened, it was obvious that they were not being welcomed in an overly friendly manner because there were a number of armed security guards waiting for them. Thorred began to descend the ramp when Chook pushed him to one side and stormed down the steps “I’ll take this one, little man” he said as he passed.
“What is the meaning of this insult!?” cried Chook as he reached the bottom of the steps “where is the ambassador?!” he continued and to Thorred’s surprise, a brightly coloured crest had appeared from the top of Chook’s head and was displaying a continuously changing range of colours. The guards looked confused and one of them dashed off; returning a moment later with a garishly dressed noble who looked to be a similar species to Chook.
“My apologies,” said the new arrival that appeared to be squirming “I was not aware of a visit from a Drak of such distinction.”
“Who am I addressing?” replied Chook.
“I am Sullentus of Black Sand, Patriarch of the wastes and Master of this port” he replied “I wo…”
“Sullentus you are unworthy of my presence!” interrupted Chook “Where is Quaker Jarran?”
“His cycles ended three parts ago, your worship” he replied “I am his replacement.”
“A no-crest like you makes for a poor replacement” continued Chook, whose crest had straightened and flushed a glorious shade of crimson “No matter, I need fuel, resources and a place of worship.”
“We are at your service, your worship” replied Sullentus “If you would do me the honour of accompanying me to the arena my scralings will deal with your servant’s needs”.
“It is your honour” replied Chook as he was led away.
Thorred watched as they disappeared through an airlock and felt a slight amount of surprise at the eloquence Chook had displayed. He obviously had more bearing than Thorred gave him credit for. Moments later, a dozen or so smaller, lizard-like aliens came scuttling up to him. The leader bowed to Thorred and asked what his requirements were so he gave them a prepared list and they all scuttled about their duties. Some fuelled the aircraft, some dashed off and fetched provisions and some discussed the list with the leader who was scratching his head whilst nervously glancing at Thorred. A moment later, the leader returned, bowed even lower and said in a rasping voice “Sir, your honour sir but what is this potato you request, sir?”
Thorred thought for a moment and gave a broad description of what a potato was and the leader sent one of his team to get a vegetable that fitted the description. The scraling returned a short while later with a single root vegetable. It was crawling so low that its belly was dragging on the ground and had to stretch to pass it to the leader. The leader inspected it and passed it to Thorred.
“Honourable sir? is this potato, sir?” it asked.
Thorred inspected it and it appeared to be a root tuber of some sort so he took out his knife and sliced a small amount from it. It resembled sweet potato so he tried a taste and it seemed reasonable enough. He said to the leader that he would test it and would let him know. Thorred went into the ship with the vegetable and returned a few moments later to see the leader standing, still bowing in exactly the same spot.
“Yes” said Thorred “the root is as near to a potato as we would expect.”
“Sir, Thank you sir” said the Leader and he issued an order to two of the scralings who dashed off straight away.

Over the next couple of hours, all of the requested supplies were delivered to the ship and Thorred suddenly realised that he was the only one dealing with things. He would have expected the crew to be milling about or off exploring but since they had arrived, no one had ventured out apart from Chook and himself. He thought it a bit strange but carried on marshalling the deliveries and monitoring the fuel operations. After a further hour, Chook came strolling from the airlock with Sullentus in tow. He didn’t even turn to say farewell as he bounded on board the ship. “Is everything aboard and to our satisfaction?” he asked Thorred, who nodded “Good. Close the hatch and let us get on our way” said Chook as he walked off towards the lounge “and you should consider cleansing yourself” he said as he went through the hatch and disappeared. Thorred immediately looked at his reflection in one of the digi-screens and noticed that he had a dark tint to his face. He looked at his hands and although his palms were just as they had always been, the backs were turning a progressively darker shade of brown. As he was looking, he was alerted by a tannoy message…
“It washes off” said a giggly voice “but you may need to scrub a bit.”
Thorred smiled and made his way to the showers. It seemed that he was most certainly part of the crew if they were happy to play tricks on him.

It took a good hour for him to scrub away the colour from his skin and hair and by the time he had finished, he was a healthy shade of pink. Once he was dressed he went to the security office and was met by everyone except the captain, Chook and Tyra. As he walked in, they all laughed, and even taters chirruped in data-speak.
“Well…if you were that desperate for me to take a shower” said Thorred with a smile “you could have just told me!”
They erupted with laughter again and Jela went up to him and ruffled his hair in faux sympathy “you certainly smell good to me” she said with a cheeky smile and went back to her duty station. The rest of the crew followed suit until Sally, Taters, Sig and Benn were the only ones left.
“It is a spore” said Sally “it is in the air of the planet and once it attaches to your skin in flourishes on the salt…turns darker and darker brown until it goes completely black” he continued “It isn’t keen on moisture though so it doesn’t grow inside you.”
“Cheers, Sally” said Thorred.
“What did you learn today, son?” replied Sally.
“Sorry?” questioned Thorred.
“You didn’t do your homework or read the signs, did you?” replied Sally “you should check the database before we arrive at places to see if there is any info on it…and you should have realised something was amiss when we left you on your own to deal with the deliveries!”
“I guess you’re right” replied a crestfallen Thorred.
“Lesson learned then” replied Sally with a big grin “I would have let you know if it was dangerous but I can be forgetful so you need to get your own homework done, just in case.”
“Right, you are” he replied and realised that Sally was being a respectful mentor rather than an angry teacher.
Thorred looked at Taters and smiled. He knew exactly what he was thinking and realised that he may have been a little bit distracted from his duties. It wouldn’t happen again, he thought. Taters just stared back, through his glowing blue eyes and said nothing.

Taters awoke from his charge to the sound of etching. Tulley was sat, cross legged with her back towards him over by the main cargo door. She heard him stir and looked over her shoulder at him.
“Don’t come over here yet” she said “I haven’t finished.”
“Okay” replied Taters. He had become used to Tulley ‘squirreling’ about and found it quite amusing. He un-plugged himself from the charging unit and stepped out. Instinctively, he stretched and grunted a yawn even though neither was necessary and a yawn was impossible. It was a throw-back to his Grymn origins and although it looked strange, it was something that his makers and programmers encouraged. They said it gave him more character than a robot could ever have and he should be proud of his roots. He couldn’t agree more.
“What are we up-to today?” he asked Tulley.
“You have to go to see Sally today” she replied “he has something to tell you or something”
“Oh” he replied “will I be helping you later?”
“No” said Tulley in a curt manner “I have to do stuff as well.”
She sounded like a stroppy teenager that had been told off. Taters always found her immaturity charming because she behaved like a child, even though she was in her mid twenties. She was very clever though and Taters thought that a lot of it was habit and a way of getting what she wanted…but sometimes, she would appear so innocent that he couldn’t believe she was being completely deliberate all of the time.
Taters turned to leave but before he managed two steps, Tulley appeared next to him, thrust something into his hand and then dashed off without saying a word. He watched her go and then looked at what she had given him. It was a small bracelet, made of chain-linked metal and fastened with a clip. There was a small plate on the front that had been etched with the word ‘Tulley’s’. He didn’t really know what to think of the strange gift but put it on anyway and swaggered off to the security office to find out what he was required to do.

The security office was busy today. All of the security personnel were present, including Taters. Tyra was also there and when Taters walked in, she saluted him graciously and presented him with a box. He took it and was ushered to a seat in the centre of the office. He sat down.
“Open the box” said Tyra “and remove what you find inside.”
Taters opened the box and inside, was a transparent, robotic, arm. He took it out and noticed that it was a left arm and it also had a similar connecting socket to one of his own.
“Remove your left arm and fit this one” said Tyra.
Taters looked at her, then at Thorred and both of them nodded with encouragement so he did as he was asked and replaced his arm with the transparent one. As soon as it was connected, it glowed for a few seconds and then returned to its glass-like state. Taters felt a little odd. He could hear whispered data-speak similar to what he would expect from a briefing update but the words in this case were not familiar and he could feel changes occurring in his body that he wasn’t sure of.
“There will be no discomfort but you will notice that your body will feel different for a short while” said Tyra as she watched his head flicking from her to Thorred in jerky movements “it will only last a second or two.”
Almost as soon as she had finished, Taters seemed to get his old body back again and asked what had happened.
“The arm is a sentient robotic device” said Tyra in a monotone voice “the reason you felt a little strange is that it needed to learn your language and your body structure so that it could fully integrate with your systems” she continued “it is a state-of-the-art, multifunctional limb that will react to both the situation and your commands to give you the optimum tool for any situation.”
Taters looked at his new arm. It looked strange because he could see through it and it appeared to have no working parts. It just looked like it was made of glass.
He looked at Tyra again and she continued “this device will change form when you learn to use it correctly and will sometimes take decisions on your behalf, should your safety be in question”. With that, Sig appeared in front of Taters with a baseball bat and swung at his head. Taters saw what was coming and raised his new arm in defence. He quickly noticed that it had grown a small shield from the forearm and his hand had grown longer fingers to give a better purchase on the in-coming bat. He caught the bat easily and the wood splintered against the shield. Sig let go of the bat and returned to the group. Taters inspected his new arm and watched as the shield melted back into his forearm and his fingers returned to their original size. He was full of questions…
“What else can it do? Can it form projectile weapons?” He asked Tyra “is it just weapons or can it form tools?”
“It can form what you need and what you want” replied Tyra “that includes projectile, energy and concussive weapons, tools and various other devices.”
“Cool!” Said Taters and anyone who looked at him would have sworn that he had smiled…but he couldn’t have because he didn’t have a mouth.
He looked down at his old arm and noticed Tulley’s bracelet so he removed it and fitted it to his new arm.
“”It’s mine to keep, is it?” he asked.
“Yes” replied Tyra “but you will undergo tutelage in its use before we can properly confirm that.”
Taters nodded and looked down at his new arm. He flexed his hand and marvelled at how it moved without having any machined joints. If it was flesh coloured, he would have believed it was a normal, Grymn arm.

The next couple of days saw Taters practicing with his new arm in the cargo area with the rest of the security team and Tyra. Thorred kept an eye on things while Sally directed Sig and Benn to come up with interesting ways to attack Taters. Tyra took notes and instructed Taters on how to think to get the best response from his arm. He soon became able to form projectile weapons and was able to adjust power levels and range levels to suit different situations. He could create bladed weapons from the forearm and hand and was even able to form a dome that covered him and met the floor when he was assailed from multiple directions. Taters was extremely happy with his new limb and felt very lucky to have it. The most unusual trait of the arm was that it instinctively moulded its form around the bracelet he wore and in a relaxed state; it had neatly expanded to make a good seal under the bracelet so that it didn’t rattle. Once Tyra was completely happy, she said that Taters could keep the arm and she disappeared to the captain’s cabin. Taters would have grinned if he could but chirruped in data-speak because he was so happy with his gift.

When Taters was released from his training obligations, he returned to work with Tulley. She welcomed him with a smile but looked at the arm with a worried expression.
“I don’t like it” she said.
“Why not?” replied Taters.
“It looks spooky” she replied.
“You’ll get used to it once you can see how helpful it is” he said and instantly, his left hand turned into a large wrench and he whistled the jaws open and closed “see?”
Tulley looked at his hand, looked at him and didn’t look convinced but she smiled briefly and said “well, I suppose the power couplings won’t maintain themselves” and she grabbed his right hand and towed him over to the couplings.

A couple of days later, Taters began to hear unfamiliar data-speak while he re-charged. He told Tyra who said it was just the integration process and was nothing unusual. Thorred said that he didn’t know what to expect so Taters should accept what Tyra had said; she was the expert, after all. Tulley said that he should get rid of the arm because it was haunted or something. Taters didn’t know what to think but liked the arm so he continued to wear it. He also asked if there were other limbs like it and was told that they were extremely expensive and quite rare but an entire body could be made from the crystal material.
“Maybe, I can become wealthy enough to own a full set of limbs” thought Taters.
The light at the end of the tunnel is just someone with a torch, locking the gate.

Visit my blog at:  http://insosworld.blogspot.com/    It could save your life!

Do you like Grymn?  This is for YOU!:  http://grymnoutthere.blogspot.com/

Thar be Dragons: http://reptiliad.blogspot.co.uk/

Offline Hasslefriesian

  • Likes to think he's an
  • Administrator
  • Tyrant of the NetherHells
  • *****
  • Posts: 5589
  • KEVINICUS - FIR MEIT
    • View Profile
    • http://www.hasslefreeminiatures.co.uk
Re: Grymn Fluff - The Duplicate Part 5.
« Reply #22 on: January 25, 2012, 02:54:45 PM »
Uh..... ohhhhh.....   :hmmm
In the war-torn darkness of the future, there is only Grymn.

Deep Space Nine: Officially not as good as Stargate.

If you field an overwhelming force against a paltry number of defenders, whatever you do, make sure the defenders are not English!

Offline Inso

  • Global Moderator
  • Really Like Totally The Most Doomey Thing Ever
  • ****
  • Posts: 9014
  • I am a Velociraptor; hear me ROAR!!!
    • View Profile
    • Inso's World
Re: Grymn Fluff - The Duplicate Part 5.
« Reply #23 on: January 25, 2012, 07:33:41 PM »
Have faith Kev...it gets more confusing before everything clicks together.
The light at the end of the tunnel is just someone with a torch, locking the gate.

Visit my blog at:  http://insosworld.blogspot.com/    It could save your life!

Do you like Grymn?  This is for YOU!:  http://grymnoutthere.blogspot.com/

Thar be Dragons: http://reptiliad.blogspot.co.uk/

Offline Ajsalium

  • Fallen One
  • *
  • Posts: 2702
    • View Profile
    • Role 'n' Roll
Re: Grymn Fluff - The Duplicate Part 5.
« Reply #24 on: January 25, 2012, 09:10:24 PM »
Has that unfamiliar data-speak a sleiti accent?
What are Tulley's true sentiments towards Tatter?
Where are Jela's other tattoos?

All that, and more, in next episodes of the Grymn serial.
Blog updated Jan 21st
ROLE 'N' ROLL

Tell the truth, do what's right, and face the consequences. -Me.