Airship Pirates (Semi-open)

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RP set in the world of Abney Park's Airship Pirates RPG. If you wish to join PM either me or 3quency, alternatively join this group and we can accept/talk there http://www.escapistmagazine.com/groups/view/Airship-Pirates-RP

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The sun was just peeking its first rays over the horizon of the great deciduous forest that stretched for hundreds of miles in every direction. But for those aboard the large Airship known as The Deterrent the day had begun quite some time ago. The deck lit by flickering lamps, providing just enough light to work by. Floating a couple hundred feet above the forest, well out of reach of the many beasts that lived below, The Deterrent was stuck. Broken down, a prime target for the Imperial Army to come take them out without a challenge. It was of the utmost importance that the ship be repaired post hast so that they could continue their voyage. This is where our story starts. Aboard the broken ship, the dawn of a new day, the start of a new adventure.


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[Fiad]

Characters

PCs

Spoiler: Leo-01 (Fiad)

Name: Leo-01

Age: 6

Gender: Male

Culture: Automaton

Background: Doll/servant. While not a doll in the traditional sense of a prostitute, he was created for the purpose of amusement. He is the first and only of his line, a somewhat failed prototype commissioned by an upper class family to be a toy for their child. He was designed to be a playmate and a basic guardian of her.

Appearance: He is only a little bit larger than an 11 year old child, standing at roughly 4 and a half feet. He does not have any skin, rather his brass parts are showing where he has no clothes covering himself. His creator did a good job making the machinery appear human though, letting him convey a wide variety of emotions with his face. He wears a slightly tattered gray suit and bowler hat. His left arm has the ability to create a charge that can give a shock to people, comparable to a weak taser. Though he can not use that ability very often as it takes a large toll on him. His hand on the right arm can pivot around to be replaced with a short blade. He carries a sturdy cane with him as well.

Personality: He is a quirky, but friendly person. A bit insane some might even say. Will often get distracted by small things and change subjects often. He has the habit of using his childlike appearance to his advantage, putting on an act to gain pity or sympathy. But do not let his looks deceive you, he is not a child in mind. He does still hang on to his originally task that was set to him, being a guardian. He will protect those who he considers his friends to the last. Not caring about himself in the process.

Biography: As mentioned above he was commissioned to be a playmate and protector for an upper class family's daughter. A few days after his creation is when he first met her. They became quick friends, after all it is what he was made to do. Time continued on just fine for a few months. But it was then that his other function would be put to the test. Late one night a couple men broke into the house looking for a fast profit. When they came into the girls room Leo attacked them and was able to subdue one of them, but in the meantime the other had grabbed the young girl. In the end the girl was killed and the man escaped. As punishment for Leo's failure, his owners locked him into a crate in the basement of their large mansion. This is where he remained for the next 5 years until fate decided to shine on him. Once again a thief had come into the house, this one opting for a stealthy approach. He took the sealed crate containing, unknown to him, Leo. The crate along with other wares were all sold to smugglers who took the stuff out of the city to trade with the caravans. This is where Leo was brought back into working order after being picked up by a caravan. Though not without repercussions, you don't spend that long in a box without issues. While grateful for their help he felt he could not stay with them. He dreamed of being on one of the skyships that he had heard about during his short time with the young girl. He eventually made his way to a port where he managed to stow away on The Deterrent. In his spare time he enjoys singing or playing music, a pan flute being his favorite. He is quite good at it as it was one of the things the child loved.

Spoiler: Zachariah (IFS)

Name: Sir Zachariah Donald Worster the Third
Age: 24
Gender: Male
Culture: Neovictorian, upper class
Background: Air Navy Officer

Appearance: Fairly tall (about six feet tall) with short, messy, blonde hair, and a bit of stubble on his face. He still wears his old military uniform, though it is ragged and has many of the more identifiable features removed to prevent him for being mistaken as an IAN officer. He is rarely seen without a revolver at his hip, and he has been known to wear a sword when he wants to make an impression.
He keeps a variety of things in the pockets of his uniform, including his pair of reading glasses, spare ammo for his revolver, and his journal (in which he makes notes about the weather or airships).
Personality: Zachariah can be stiff but is friendly to others on the crew of his ship, he is well-educated (though it is a Neovictorian education so he is understandably biased) and is fond of reading. He is stubborn but very loyal to the rest of the crew, though he struggles with his tendency to look down on others.
He is fond of cold and windy weather and feels quite at home in the sky. He struggles a bit with new ideas, and still harbors some sentiment towards the Empire, though not nearly as much as he used to. He is a very determined man, and his morality is centered on keeping the crew and the ship safe, threatening another crewmember, regardless of whether he likes them or not, will inevitably lead to him opposing you.
Biography: Born and raised in the Northern city of Old Borealis, Zachariah was always fascinated by the IAN, from their sleek and elegantly designed airships to the sense of duty and service to the empire. As soon as he was old enough he enlisted and soon found himself an officer in charge of a ship, and began to make a name for himself as a skilled tactician. Unfortunately one of his superior officers noticed that he had been observing and adapting the tactics of skyfolk and even pirates, and that these were dangerous new ideas. He was to be stripped of his command and court martialed, but he slipped away and soon signed on to a pirate ship, as it was the only way he could think of to stay aboard an airship.
He makes no secret of his past to his fellow pirates, and is more than willing to perform any tasks that need to be done, though he belives that his talents are best used in a commanding position. He prefers to fight alongside his fellow pirates and is both an excellent shot and skilled with his saber, though he rarely uses it. He is of a more military mind than most, and while he has grown used to the noise and the mess of a pirate ship he tries to keep things as orderly as possible. He is well versed in airship tactics, both those of the IAN and those of skyfolk and pirates.
He loves working on an airship and being in the sky, and greatly enjoys the sense of adventure and exploration that accompanies serving on a ship.

Spoiler: Gidgit (Ultraman950)

Name: Patricia "Gidgit" Meteora

Age: 21

Gender: Female

Culture: Skyfolk
Background: Gadgeteer


Appearance: Petite build, around 5'7". Neck-length green hair, emerald-green eyes, big steampunk goggles, greasy halter top and brown vest, form-fitting cargo pants with tools in every pocket, tattoos of gears all along her arms, often wears thick leather gloves when working. All her clothes are fire-proofed. She's usually covered in grease.

Her goggles enhance both her repairing abilities and aim with her Lighting Rifle and simple pistol. She's no stranger to hand-to-hand and sword-fighting, either.

Personality: Patty tends to be distant when talking with people, but can't stop smiling when she's tinkering. It's been joked that she would sooner marry a robot than anything living. Her reply?

"They're not wrong."

She's very difficult to keep down for long, either emotionally or physically. Sheer tenacity and determination always keeps her upbeat, even in the middle of a battle. The only thing that seems to get her very upset are when something she's fixed gets destroyed somehow (although there are other things that get her upset).

Biography: Patricia comes from the floating city of High Phoenix, where she spent many of her early years. Her father noted her skill with machines when she single-handedly took apart her toy airships, and put them back together because she was afraid she would get in trouble for breaking things... and then they actually started flying. Her response?

"What? It wasn't hard. All I had to do was [technobabble]."

She sought to join the crew of an airship at a young age, and wasn't picky about which one. She just loved the idea of flying around in the air, the romanticism of it all, the stories, and it gave her the perfect opportunity to flex her tinkering muscles. She was eventually moved to The Deterrent, where she hopes to become Chief Engineer. It was here that she built her goggles and Lightning Gun (she bought the pistol from her hometown a few years before).

Spoiler: Mario (LordDPS)

Name:Mario "Cretin" Johnson

Age: 18

Gender: Male

Culture: Neo Victorian
Background: Criminal lower class

Appearance: He wears A leather coat he mugged off of a middle class man, buzz cut, White Causican skin, clean shaven,
Personality: Likes to pretend he's a charming rouge but he's only slightly more educated then the rest of the lower classes, has the arrogance of youth and it's gotten him into trouble before he seems to think he has something to prove.

Biography:It was a challenge yer see he thought that if he could go through a tour of duty on a pirate ship he would be "legit-like" then all those big shots would be sorry. Course, this is a guy everybody called "Cretin" including his own Mum( that was just before she tried to strangle him with his umbilical cord, mind). being raised by an alcholic father who thinks a Bear is Beer spelt wrong does little to provide role models for young impressionable children.
And it showed, after all how else do you work up the motivation to learn how to read just so you can read a book of curse words at your father? Cretin that's who! Well at least he's among Smellier, more ruthless and conniving role models now.I'm certain his sanity will remain intact (mostly)

Spoiler: Issac (3quency)

Name: Isaac Traynor

Age: 23

Gender: male

Culture: Neo Victorian

Background: Chuno Ggun

Spoiler: Appearance

Isaac is hunched. Years spent working on ships has left his back crooked and his spine twisted, making him appear much shorter than he actually should be. Whilst this doesn't affect his ability to move, it does mean he stands with a noticable stoop and has to crane his neck to talk to taller people. Overall, he stands about 5 foot 4 inches tall.
His hair is ginger and well-kept, usually in a clean crew-cut or short crop. He is clean shaven. Below his left eye he has a distinct scar in the shape of a crescent moon. His eyes are brown.
Isaac wears simple, loose-fitting clothing and an insulating sheep-skin jacket. The jacket contains a number of secret pockets that are perfect for containing small items - vials of poison, stiletto daggers, garotte wire or even just a small sewing kit. He has a decent pair of boots that look like they've seen their way through more than one owner, and honestly they probably have.
He still has a large portion of his spying kit squirreled away in his cabin and various other places around the ship. Whilst most of them are no longer useful - explosives disguised as fruit for instance - some of the disguises and other tools can prove useful from time to time.

When on deck he is most often seen consulting a small brass compass or a black sextant, looking up at the skies and frowning.

In his room he has a huge sheaf of maps and charts, which only he can sort through at any decent speed.

Spoiler: Personality

Quiet. Isaac tends to keep to himself unless the situation dictates a need for conversation. Whilst not a negative person, he's so quiet and indistinct that people often consider him to be quite dour, antisocial and stand-offish. This is not true. He just doesn't have much to say. Once people get to know him, they recognise that he isn't so much anti-social as just rather quiet. He'll usually happily converse with others, provided they don't mind him not saying much.

When alone his preferred activity is to read one of his many books, or to keep his kit cleaned and maintained. He doesn't drink.

Isaac's very cautious. He's not paranoid, and he's not prone to suspicion, but he likes things safe. Not only because he's seen what a lack of caution does to people, but he's terrified that the Chuno Ggun will find him. Terrified that the crew will learn of his past and judge him. As far as he's concerned his actions as a Spy for the Ggun were inexcusable, even if he wasn't entirely himself.

He has great respect for the Captain and would gladly lay down his life for her. He can act... uncomfortably around Neobedouin. He's always acutely aware of the things his comrades did to them, and on one or two occasions, himself as well. His opinion of Skyfolk varies from person to person, they're far too diverse for him to form a general opinion.
However, he is always a little cold with Neovictorians. He hated the Upper Classes for a long time and has never quite shaken that hate. Those from a poorer background he has less trouble with; after all, that's where he came from himself.

Spoiler: Biography

Isaac was born into the serving class of the Neo-Victorians, in the city of Desolation. His family were chartered as ship-hands, and from an extremely early age he has served aboard airships of various shapes and sizes.

Not long into his life he was selected for the Chuno Ggun training programs, and was submitted to a torturous ten years of training and psychological reprogramming until at the age of fifteen he was reborn as an agent of the Emperor.

Isaac was chosen as a spy. He was given a convincing background as a one of the few survivors of an Imperial attack on his tiny cloud city and sent out amongst the Sky-folk, continuing his work as a deck hand. As he spent time amongst the crew, he learnt he had a talent for navigation and as soon as his Chuno Ggun allowance and pay stipend could afford it, he took classes and became recognised as an official navigator.

It was around here that the Empire's hold on young Isaac started to slip.
It started simply enough; he and his fellow graduates were spending a night in town, in one of the music-halls on the outskirts. Isaac can't remember who was playing, or what they played but he remembers it being hauntingly beautiful. After the concert he made his way backstage to try and meet the musician.

At which point a cudgel collided with the back of his head and knocked him out cold. As it happened, the musician herself was actually a Chuno Ggun defector. She had recognised Isaac for what he was in the crowd, and had purposely altered her performance to fit in some melodies that the gun used during it's reprogramming. This had drawn him to her.

Rather than kill him there and then, she put him through a rigorous series of horrific physical and psychological tests. Each test he passed crumbled away a little more of the Chuno Ggun's grip.

Slowly at first, but a full month later Isaac was suddenly hit with the memories of every person he had ever betrayed to his masters. Every ship he'd sold out, every merchant strangled - and he wept for the first time in years.
It didn't take Isaac long to disappear. After all, he's been trained in the art since he was five years old and he had the help of a woman with experience avoiding their old task masters. Isaac isn't even his real name. He recreated himself yet again, this time as a defector from an Imperial vessel. He figured is was the closest he could come to the truth without being lynched by his fellow pirates, satisfying both his own conscience and his ability to lie.

He recently signed on with the Deterrent as the ship's navigator, putting his skills to use in a way that doesn't get people killed.

Spoiler: Vlad the Sure Shot(ruedyn)

Name: Vlad the Sure Shot
Age: 20
Gender: Male

Culture: Neobedouin
Background: Hunter

Appearance: He stands at around 6'1, with shaggy brown hair and dark brown eyes, that are usually sad when he doesn't think people are looking. He usually has his pet automata parrot near him at all times. He wears a pelt cape draped over his shoulder, and no shirt.

Spoiler

Personality: He is sociable enough, and seems to be in a state of constant inebriation. This is usually a deception, however he does love his drink. He is sarcastic and has a tendency to lie despite what the topic is, usually seeing how far he can take a story. He is especially so when dealing with Imperials.
He is cunning in combat, and prefers the high ground if available.

Biography: He has given many conflicting stories about this, but this is the most plausible story.
He was born the son of the tribes Shaman, and was raised as well as possible, indulged but never spoiled, taught right from wrong, etc. and generally led a normal life until his 14th birthday.
The day started off normal enough, sent out to hunt for the tribe, don't stray too far from the caravan, be back by noon at the latest. He did so with a few other men, 5 in total. They scored a large doe, but when they tracked down the caravan, the Imperials were gunning down his people, most of his friends and father dead. They mounted a small resistance, barely taking out 2 soldiers before being forced to retreat.
Vlad was lucky to find some Skyfolk in a nearby city who were glad to take in him and his remaining friend. He lived with them for several years, learning their ways and gaining his friend, Polly, the mechanical bird and his gun. After awhile, he bid them farewell and went off to enact vengeance on the Imperials. All he has to show for it is a Guppy class ship, and a legendary body count.

NPCs

Spoiler: Captain Devane

Name: Captain ?Black Bear? Devane
Age: 30
Gender: Male
Culture: Neobedouin
Background: Life-long pirate and proud.
Ship: The Deterrent.

Appearance: Captain Devane is a handsome, dark-skinned man that looks younger than his thirty years. Bizarrely, constant action seems to fuel him and as such he looks more spry and energetic than members of his own crew, most of which are much younger than he is.
However, in spite of all this he is a very serious man. Oh, he enjoys his life but it is work, and he is rarely seen to be smiling.
Devane dresses surprisingly sharply for a pirate, and wouldn't look out of place in some Imperial society function or a party in one of the richer sky-cities. He works very carefully to keep a well-groomed appearance and even after a serious battle he makes sure his clothes are spotless.

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Devane doesn't carry many personal items other than his Old-World service revolver and a small compass given to him by his father.

Personality: Devane lives for danger. Becoming a pirate was a life decision he has never regretted and he's thankful for it every day of his life. He will happily recklessly pursue objectives just for the challenge and actively welcomes all of life's little complications, as they tend to make things more interesting.

As a captain however, he is nothing but business. He keeps up a very firm façade of utter seriousness and expects his crew to act like professionals. He can be deeply critical of his crew's work, and will let them know the moment he has a problem with one of them, and expects it to be handled right away.
Not that he doesn't believe in cutting loose every now and then, he'll happily go out drinking with the crew, but such things must be handled in moderation as far as he's concerned.

As a person, Devane can come off as quite chilly if you haven't gotten to know him. If he tries to be charming he can be really charming, but mostly doesn't bother. He's happy conversing in quick, concise and accurate terms so he can get the conversation over with and get back to Piracy.

Biography: Black Bear remembers next to nothing about his nomadic past. His parents left the tribe when he was four and took to the skies with a contingent of Sky-Folk merchants working with Helium City. Devane grew up amongst the sky merchants and air-barons. He learned business savvy from his parents dealings and how to hide his emotions from spending time with the less legitimate wheelers and dealers of the skyways.

It's not too clear when exactly Devane decided that a life of piracy would suit him. Maybe it was from reading too many adventure rags. Maybe from the time he spent amongst them in High Tortuga. Maybe he just had an argument with his parents and wanted to rebel. The reasons are unimportant, it's the events that followed that matter.

Like most, Devane began life working as a deckhand aboard a ship. He could fight well enough with his old revolver and he was a sharp-thinker, and quickly rose to position of First Mate when the old one died. The captain was a rather simple man, happy to knock over fat merchant vessels and make a lazy trip back to port rather than anything more daring. Whilst this bothered Devane he was happy to play at first mate for the time being, with plans on moving to a higher rank, or acquiring his own vessel.

However, it turned out neither action was necessary.

During a routine raid, it turned out that the Merchant they'd raided was in actuality a disguised Imperial Vessel. The captain was killed, half the crew were captured and the ship was catastrophically damaged. For most, this would be a disaster. For Devane, it stank of opportunity. He organised the remaining crew, put them to work repairing the ship and planned a daring rescue of the other men. He had the ship re-painted and the flag changed. He knew how the Imps worked and knew they'd be using that trick more than once. What they didn't count on was the pirate that was attacking knowing the trick.

The ship raided, seemingly unaware of the ambush but when the Imperials started swarming in, they found nothing but a few captured automatons, disguised as pirates and loaded with explosives. Once the Imps were dealt with Devane set about scuppering the ship and rescuing what crew were left. With this new contingent, he set renamed his ship The Deterrent, and hasn't looked back since.

In recent years Devane has gained a reputation as an Imp hunter. He uses knowledge acquired through a series of means (including pumping ex-Imps on his crew for information) to lay various cruel and inventive traps for Imperial frigates, and dispatches them with swift and viscous efficiency.

He's not entirely sure where things are going to go now for his crew, but he excitedly looks to the future and the new challenges it will bring.

 

[Ultraman950]

"Come on, buddy, come on, work with me here..."

A petite green-haired woman with goggles on her grease-stained face was half-hidden inside one of The Deterrent's main engines, muttering to herself while clanks and clicks sounded where she was. The rest of her was covered in grease as well, but somehow that just made her cuter.

"Ugh, where'd that bolt go... there it is..."

She'd been up for most of the night, ever since she heard a chugging coming from one of the engines. Such sounds were rarely good, especially at night. Speaking of which, the darkness certainly wasn't helping, and she had to keep any and all gas lamps a minimum safe distance away from the engines, lest a spark ignite the oil while she was down there, so she was forced to work with less light than most.

"Almooooost... coooome oooooooon... There!"

Gidgit (now covered in even more grease) stood up and tried to start the engine again. "Come on, buddy... you can do this..."

 

[Fiad]

Leo pressed back deeper into the mass of pipes and tubes coming from the engine. Since stowing away on the ship no one had found him, his plan of hiding in the engine room worked fairly well. He figured no one would come in there unless there was a problem. And even then it was dark enough to easily hide.

So it had worked fairly well up until now. He had accidentally bumped one of the pipes lose from the engine last night and now he had been trying to stay as still as possible in a dark corner as the goggle wearing girl worked to fix what he broke. It had been quite awhile since she came in and even for his mechanical self it was getting difficult to stay hidden. He was focused so much on staying quiet that he jumped in surprise when the room suddenly filled with noise as the engine roared, coming back into working order.

As he jumped he knocked a few things off of a crate that was nearby and the clattered to the ground. Just audible over the engine.

"Oh bugger..."

 

[Ultraman950]

Gidgit relaxed considerably when the engine roared back to life. "Good job, buddy," she said, patting it.

She immediately tensed again when she heard another noise, her sensitive ears picking it up over the din of the engine.

That wasn't the engine, she thought to herself, drawing and half-cocking her pistol. Probably nothing, but can't be too careful...

She slowly made her way toward the source of the noise, where she spotted some of her tools had fallen onto the floor, including her favorite monkey wrench. Fortunately, there didn't seem to be anything broken on it, but that wasn't surprising. Even so, she'd never just leave it on the floor, if only to prevent people tripping on it.

"Okay, you," she shouted over the engine, aiming her gun at the crates. "Come out with your hands up! I don't wanna have to use this, but I will!"

 

[3quency]

Isaac marched through the below decks, hands shoved firmly in his pockets. Today had not been his day.
He'd woken up feeling like hell after one of those nightmares he thought he'd forgotten. By the time he was up and about it turned out that there weren't quite enough rations left for everyone to have breakfast, so he'd volunteered to go without, the weather wasn't looking great and they were still trapped in this hellish forest.

That he'd been sent below decks to check on Patty's progress was a blessing in a way, it meant he didn't have to be out there seeing the fact that they were all doomed.

"Patricia?" he called as he stepped into the engine room. This place felt so goddamn claustrophobic at times, he didn't know how she managed it.

"Patricia, where are you? Patty?"
And finally, he sighed. Why did people insist on nicknames?

"Gidgit?"

 

[IFS]

Zachariah stood on the deck of the ship, scanning the sky for other ships, hopefully Patty, er, Gidgit, could get their engines running before they either needed rescue or were happened upon by an imperial ship, but he wasn't one to pin everything on hopes. Besides the cold morning air felt good on his face.

"Hope for the best, prepare for the worst," he muttered to himself. He heard a noise from the engines, though he wasn't sure if it was the sound of them working again or breaking down further, sighing he turned and walked back below deck, heading for the engine room, but not before instructing one of the crew to keep a lookout until he got back.

"And here I was hoping I'd get to watch the sun rise," he said to himself, whatever was going on in the engine room probably wasn't a problem, but he wanted to know about it regardless.

 

[LordDPS]

"Well, fuck me this ship is a shit hole" Mario said. More to himself then anyone else.he was in the crew quarters, he looked around his bunk trying to find some secret stash of porn, because "all pirate ships have secret stashes of everything" Mario would say to himself.

After coming up empty, he dejectedly started wandering the ship with a bottle of his own homebrew "sky shit" the best name he could come up with for an admittedly terrible brew.

(You have just read the first post for my first Forum RP it's probably crap so constructive and above all *polite* ways you could tel me to improve it are welcome.)

 

[Ultraman950]

"Gidgit?"

Gidgit glanced behind her for a split second, then back at the crates, keeping her pistol leveled at them.

"Isaac? That you? I think I found a stowaway!"

 

[Fiad]

Leo slowly stood up as Issac entered, not being much taller than the crate itself, his arms raised in the air. With the crate blocking from mid chest down and the low light he looked just as if he was a child.

"H-hi there. Please d-don't kill me."

 

[IFS]

Zachariah turned a corner and nearly ran right into Mario, who was drinking something, Zach had heard him talking about it earlier, and was of the opinion that it smelled rather foul.

"Excuse me, uh, Mario was it?" he said, "Hope I didn't spill, er, whatever that is."

He started trying to walk past Mario in the narrow hallway without touching him, he didn't really care for Mario, the man swore constantly, smelled of the swill he was always drinking (or at least always drinking when Zach saw him), and generally seemed highly disreputable. Back when he was in the IAN any man under his command who acted like Mario would have to shape up rather quickly. But he was on a pirate ship now, he reminded himself, things are different here, and Mario seemed to do his job, whatever that was, well enough.

Zachariah thought for a moment and then said "I'm heading to the engine room to investigate a disturbance, care to join me?"

No sense in burning bridges before you even build them, and he may prove useful.

 

[LordDPS]

"arsehole!" Mario shouted to the git that spilled his "sky shit" moving to walk off. Mario suddenly thought to himself that he was more then a little tipsy. considering he just drank and then spilled stuff that even he didn't know the exact effects of. Still. He was at least of a sound (or stupid) enough mind to reply with a "Fine, fuck it, maybe i can find some booze and women on this shithole if i follow you. So um, yeah lead on"

 

[3quency]

"Isaac? That you? I think I found a stowaway!"

Isaac rounded the corner and saw Patty, pistol raised. She was looking hard at one of the crates of equipment they'd left down here after resupplying last. And as she did, he saw a tiny figure emerge. He frowned, eyeing its porcelain features.

"...An automaton?

 

[IFS]

Zachariah arrived at the engine room, Mario following close behind, to see Patty and Isaac, holding up an automaton that he did not recognize.

"Whats going on here? Do we have a stowaway?" He said, placing his right hand on his revolver.

 

[Ultraman950]

"H-hi there. Please d-don't kill me."

"I won't, if you don't do anything dumb."

"...An automaton?"

"Wait... He's a...?"

After retrieving her nearby lamp, she stepped a bit closer to get a better look and saw the light glinting off of Leo's metal.

And then she hops up and down like a schoolgirl.

"Oh my goshomigoshomigoshomigoshomigoshomigoshomiGOOOOOOSH~!"

 

[LordDPS]

"Man, I'm drunker then i thought. Am i really seeing a midget robot lads? Oh and lasses" Mario said the last word while slicking back his clean shaven hair.

 

[Fiad]

Leo's eyes quickly darted back and forth between the crowd of people that had suddenly appeared. Starting to panic a little as the situation got worse and worse for him. His eyes going even wider as Zachariah walked in. The Imperial uniform frightening him.

Did I sneak onto an Imperial ship?! The rest don't look like Imperials though.

Slowly walking from behind the crate he paused in confusion as Gidgit started jumping up and down.

"I'm really sorry I am on your ship, I had nowhere else to go and needed to get out of there."

 

[3quency]

"Whats going on here? Do we have a stowaway?"

Isaac turned his head and saw Zachariah and Mario enter. Mario was looking rough as always. Somebody really needed to talk to him about that stuff he brewed, it couldn't be doing him any good.

"Looks like." Isaac replied, turning again to watch the robot child. At which point Patty politely reminded everyone that she was Patty, and therefore Automata were kind of a big deal.

"Oh my goshomigoshomigoshomigoshomigoshomigoshomiGOOOOOOSH~!"

Isaac pinched the bridge of his nose. He did not want to deal with this first thing.
He looked at Patty.

"Patricia. Please." he said in the most authoritative voice he could manage. He looked at the Automaton.

"Nobody's planning on killing you. Name and function, please." he hadn't ordered an automaton around in a good long while, but hopefully if he did it would save some time now when trying to find out about it.

 

[Fiad]

"Nobody's planning on killing you. Name and function, please."

Leo immediately stood up straight, a bit of his old programming coming though. "Leo-01" He stated his name, pronouncing 01 more as Owen. "I am a doll and servant. Was a doll and servant rather."

 

[LordDPS]

Mario was about as lucid as he could be having drunk his "sky shit" so he knew the best way to check out if what this midget robot was true or not.
He threw one of his full "sky shit" bottles at Leo
He knew he was being clever and in his drink addled mind this would of course solve the problem
It hit the bot with a rather disapointing pa-ting sound.