Current geographic charts...

[biiowiired]

Characters: The Helmsman / The Ψiioniic (OU) [OPEN]
Date: Oct 05
Format: Whatever; i will action spam unless told not to :P
Content Warnings: none?
Summary: Helmsman exploring the city during off hours.

It gets chilly in the early morning. This is the quietest time, after the nocturnal have gone to sleep, and before the diurnal wake. He is wrapped in one of his friend's cloaks. The smell is comforting.

The Helmsman scheduled his navigational tasks later to allow his body to recover from his arrival. It is a considerably more calm and stable Helmsman who floats above the city and its outskirts, collecting visual data. What good is a helmsman system if it cannot map out the surrounding area? He is here because of duty and programming, not curiosity.

Still, it disturbs him that there are no stars. Yes, he was kept in a ship's navigational block for ages, and is still anxious about going outside. But half that time his head was filled with visual input of stars as he drove the Empress's battleship. By them, he always knew exactly where in the galaxy he was.

The caverns are brooding and primal. Thoughts of predators and stony, enclosed spaces fill his mind. Unsettling. He's not sure why. He'll leave exploring the outlying labyrinths for another time.

(He may or may not be wearing knitted wool cozies for his biowires. He was asked to wear them in the cold, okay?!)

Comments

[biiowiired]

[At the very least, Darstone was near people like the Krasp’rek Tribe, who weren't on the best of terms with the city. However, Helmsman still didn't know what the entire population was like, planet-wise.]

If government utherth pothethed the capabilitieth, the lake would be fully charted.

[Jussayin. The maps on the network look woefully incomplete to him. But then, he is a navigator. Not knowing about more than a few miles outside the city was making him antsy. And, though his voice doesn't show it, a little cross.]

[blitzkriegd]

[heh. England likes him]

Have you ever considered talking to them about this yourself? [his arms crossed, he tosses Helmsman a wry grin]

[biiowiired]

Many offithialth have preferred not to trutht new utherth. Thythtem hath not been able to obtain permithion.

[Despite his, ahem, vibrant engaging personality.]

[blitzkriegd]

I suppose that's true. [a brief pause. he's not certain what to say in response to that] That troubles me.

[biiowiired]

[He's honestly baffled why this user, or any user, should be concerned about anything he was interested in.]

Why ith uther troubled?

[blitzkriegd]

[he uncrosses his arms and tucks his hands into his pockets]

Because they don't trust us. We were brought here, against our wills, to assist them. Shouldn't they trust us?

[biiowiired]

Yeth. That ith the motht practical protocol.

[His formal tone has dropped a little, sounding.... darker?]

Helmthman Thythtem cannot allow interfereenthe in productivity by utherth other than Her Imperiouth Condethenthion. Thith includeth the munithipal authoritieth.

[As of now, that's the closest he can get to suggesting disobedience and insurrection.]

[blitzkriegd]

[er... that was a little creepy]

Her... Imperious Condescension?

[biiowiired]

The Empreth. She conquerth planetth and thivilithationth in the name of our kind. None have thucthethfully rebelled againtht her. [Unknowingly, his voice grows quiet.] None.

Helmthman Thythtem ith the navigational and piloting thythtem of her battleship.

[blitzkriegd]

[hmmmm... this is quite strange]

And so you are working in Darstone for her?

[biiowiired]

Thythtem ith on thtandby mode, awaiting further inthtructionth.

[blitzkriegd]

... [aha. England wonders.........]

If your Empress isn't here, then why not do your own thing?

[biiowiired]

[Lots of people seem to like asking this. It must be pretty standard among alien users. He gives his standard response:]

Thythtem may uthe functionth thuch ath autopilot and auxthillary navigation. However, Thythtem mutht not interfere with helmthman programming.

[blitzkriegd]

[tilts his head] What a shame. I suppose you won't be able to speak with the government then.

[biiowiired]

That will yield no rethultth. Munithipal authoritieth do not follow Alternian law. They will not thupply a royal helmthman with proper navigational toolth.

[He won't admit to being frustrated, but.... he's frustrated.]

[blitzkriegd]

[no reason you can't use that frustration to... you know. look into the government. not that England cares. he has already distanced himself from Darstone and its stupid leaders]

So what will you do? Just wait here without doing anything?

[biiowiired]

Thythtem will have to gather navigational data uthing materialth already provided, thuch ath the native communicationth devithe.

[Meaning his mirror. For all his griping, it's not as if they're directly interfering with his ability to function. He can't ask for anything more.]

[blitzkriegd]

[too bad. England would have liked to see some justice dealt. or maybe he just wanted everyone to watch a spectacle. whatever. this... robot? seemed pretty fixated on just playing by the rules. boring. but England still liked him for some reason. he liked the troll-people]

I see. Well, good luck with that, then.