Deviation Actions
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Short synopsis of the story, thus far:
The Irken ship that had suddenly exploded in space, had let loose its cargo which contained a mechanical arm, upon the unbeknownst arachnidean, pirate ship. Soon after wards, the arm goes onto a bit of a rampage to retrieve the body which landed on the insectoid's planet. Now, deemed a collaborator with the mysterious Irken, the Captain and crew must cooperate with the Inspector to show their innocence. A private discussion help on the Inspector's ship, together with Catherine and the tall behemoth. In the meanwhile, the left hand of the mechanical being has remained aboard back on the ship, cruising along and meeting with her crew. This is where we continue.
In the confines of the cabin, the lone Quartermaster has been readjusting the few materials the mechanical hand had came in contact with. But to one’s surprise, the machine’s prodigious size hadn’t dissuaded it from plucking the tomes out from its shelves to read; witnessed its capability to balance out each of the appendages to perform simple tasks within its limited form. The visit may have been short before the eye trotted off to meet with the eager narrator, the minimal rummaging done by it, the memory of its actions and movements still persisted with clarity. “Amazing…”a word muttered underneath the grasshopper’s tongue, “Perhaps this is an opportunity to document our peculiar guest.” A combined smirk and a scoff, followed by a slight realignment of the star map to match with the corner of the desk. Rather blunt at first to to see the machine walk right in and and take a look-see without further permission, after the first invite, but still managed to place the books and materials back into their places. Even implied an inquiry to the grasshopper's oneself, after searching through the owner's possessions briefly, and before leaving to meet with the awaiting fly. “A true testament to Hamlet’s curiosity….hm?” Interrupted by the knock at the door, a crewman peeks to give a report. “The Cap’n, she’s made it back.”
At the upper decks, the longboat carrying the vigilante Captain and the estranged stranger had docked itself to the side of the Athena. Catherine, the first to disembark with a simple hop, gestures the Irken to follow suite off the compact craft. The mechanical being guided by its right arm, rises from the position and trots upon her ship. In the meanwhile the Quartermaster has joined the two in their return, “Ah Wilkins, I trust there hasn’t been any commotion during my short leave?” Her words alone resonated in assurance after the brief meeting with the Inspector; the hand which she had rested upon her hilt at the time of departure, now placed at her side. “About the only commotion to be had was that of left behind by our esteemed visitor.” replied the grasshopper, eyes already locked at the Irken’s left appendage, only the sleeve where the forearm would start is shown dangling by the towering figure. At first Catherine too had glanced over her shoulder to notice the missing hand, now faced the opposite, at the currently present eye. Staring back at the captain at a fair space in between, leveled exactly at her vision with each fingers positioned away, it retains its spectating notion.
Staring back at the being with narrowed eyes, the momentary ponder strikes a thought into Catherine’s mind. For to start, she calls for the boatswain’s attendance, whom was just conducting maintenance over the rope-works. Quick was her current handiwork before she immediately attends to the Captain’s call, almost as swiftly as to her subtle distaste when her eyes met again with the metal serpent. “During our meeting with the Inspector, we’ve come to terms in a cooperation to better understanding our sudden visitor. In exchange, he will arrange a pardon for us.” Catherine notices the two exchange glances with each other. Wilkins fared with raised eyebrows, though Adessi showed doubts with her furrowed brows and preventing herself from compulsively questioning the whole matter. The spider couldn’t help but chuckle to the differing reactions of the two before continuing. “Adessi, ready the crew to their positions, we’ll be heading for the rho opiuchus asteroid belt. Speaking of which, were you able to contact the doctor, Wilkins?” The grasshopper promptly replies, “Yes, I’ve managed to grab hold of her attention of our arrival; she has agreed, for the time being.” The captain gives a nod to the report, “Thank you, Wilkins. Now, please set the coordinates and I will meet with you, shortly.” The two offer their affirmation to rally the vessels and the crew, leaving the spider and her guest to look for the missing hand.
It didn’t take much to hear the boisterous enthusiasm of the fly’s voice echoing in the lower decks of the ship. Before following the breadcrumbs of the storyteller’s voice, Catherine instructs the right arm to wait for her in the cargo hold, to which she saw it head on its own. The latter part of the hull contains smaller crates mostly containing miscellaneous items and bits of food, though enough space for a diminutive figure as Hamlet as one of his spots. Being that it was located right underneath her cabin, she remembered the times of hearing him recite passages during his creation of new tales. Enough so that she would rather not tell him about it, yet.
A sight to behold, the two occupants found at the spot with one sitting forward on a closed case, bombarding with comments and questionnaires, further bolstered by each notes being jotted down into his hard-covered book. The array of words tossed at the guest vary in the following: The relations to the host Irken it is currently attached to. Tidbits of references compared to Hamlet’s own stories or others, and managing a path to implement, notes upon notes collected into the book on his leg shows small sketches of the hand drawn in detail; to be honest a very simplistic design as compared to the automatons on her homeworld.
On the other side, the metallic hand remains fixated upon a tome at its feet---meticulously turning each read pages with its single available appendage at the top. Although, a hunch tells her that it is actually absorbing both the written words and his bountiful quotes at the same time. “Good evening, gentlemen.” Catherine appears before the two with their attention caught. “Oh, welcome back, Captain! Forgive me for not noticing you sooner, I had been quite preoccupied with our guest. Although it doesn’t seem to return arm form of replies, but I cannot help but be continually drawn into this characteristic entity!” A puff from his smoke with a friendly smile stretches across. “I understand this will have to be held off for another time, til then my esteemed friend!” An arm is held out towards the metal hand, once again it showcases its familiarity by resting its tip of the appendage into his palm, shaken a few times in a friendly handshake manner, before skittering off together with the captain.
On their way to the body's location, she comments to the foreign guest, “For something that has caused quite the ruckus to the town square and branding the crew and myself as collaborators, you are surprisingly adaptive….or should I say, persuasive?” quipped the spider.
Down into the cargo hold sits dormant the entire figure, now joined by its wandering component. Catherine brings both hand’s attention with a cleared throat, “As of right now, we will be headed to a place where we can examine and try to have a better understanding of you.” At this moment her expression turns stern to the next part,”While I will overlook your urge of expedition on my ship, it will not be the same at the laboratory. Can I trust that you will follow my instructions and stay in one piece, for the duration at the new destination?” With the new circumstance explained, she watches both eyes lower themselves and rest at the edges of the Irken’s crossed legs, confirmed further when the two nod simultaneously to the captain.
The stern expression slowly fades, into a comforted smile by Catherine. “Thank you, this will make things easier for all of us. Admittedly, I too am quite intrigued to know more about you and your host.” With that said, she leaves to hold to meet with Wilkins, ready to sail.
Hamlet's general excitement over his new and unfathomable guest is the best part. The man is such a sucker for a good mystery.