[ He didn't build it but he designed it, something that sophisticated. Sturmhond can't help smiling. That appeals to the inventor in him, and no mistake. He wants to know how it works.
How something that's a computer could seem so real.
Korol is treating the lion like it's real, anyway. He straightens when it starts to circle him in turn, and then breathes out a huff of acceptance. Head held high, he meets the lion halfway, moving to get used to its scent. The lines of blue that glow down Korol's sides get a little brighter. Sturmhond recognises this ritual. Korol is similar with Ringo, the other male berserker. The posturing is the same, the unwillingness to seem subservient.
Sturmhond lets them get on with it and looks back at Trip. ]
I'm in Blue Team, and was with the first Drop this crew experienced. All of us were given eggs. When they hatched, we cared for them, and some were allowed to keep one. They grew very quickly. Later, they disappeared, and when they returned there were fewer of them.
And they dragged the others behind them, dead.
[ He still doesn't totally know what all that was about. That had been a taxing week for other reasons. The only sign of that is a slight tension in his jaw, but he also moves on quickly. ]
When Korol came back, he was this size. He bit my hand. [ Sturmhond holds it up, showing the little scar from Korol's dual rows of teeth. He hadn't used a nanite on this wound; it hadn't seemed right. ] After that he started to glow. I believe it may be some form of empathy, though...I don't know everything about his species yet.
He seems to like your friend, at any rate.
[ By which Sturmhond means Korol isn't trying to bite the lion's head off. That has to be a good sign. ]
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For Trip (Neheda drop log)
How something that's a computer could seem so real.
Korol is treating the lion like it's real, anyway. He straightens when it starts to circle him in turn, and then breathes out a huff of acceptance. Head held high, he meets the lion halfway, moving to get used to its scent. The lines of blue that glow down Korol's sides get a little brighter. Sturmhond recognises this ritual. Korol is similar with Ringo, the other male berserker. The posturing is the same, the unwillingness to seem subservient.
Sturmhond lets them get on with it and looks back at Trip. ]
I'm in Blue Team, and was with the first Drop this crew experienced. All of us were given eggs. When they hatched, we cared for them, and some were allowed to keep one. They grew very quickly. Later, they disappeared, and when they returned there were fewer of them.
And they dragged the others behind them, dead.
[ He still doesn't totally know what all that was about. That had been a taxing week for other reasons. The only sign of that is a slight tension in his jaw, but he also moves on quickly. ]
When Korol came back, he was this size. He bit my hand. [ Sturmhond holds it up, showing the little scar from Korol's dual rows of teeth. He hadn't used a nanite on this wound; it hadn't seemed right. ] After that he started to glow. I believe it may be some form of empathy, though...I don't know everything about his species yet.
He seems to like your friend, at any rate.
[ By which Sturmhond means Korol isn't trying to bite the lion's head off. That has to be a good sign. ]