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>Keep in mind the possibility the main fleet might have awakened before you. Maybe the brass was less hush-hush and more "did what they had to do to survive".
If the rest of the fleet has already awaken, there should be more evidence of them around... it is possible the news simply haven’t spread here yet, but surely we’d heard about them soon if that was the case.
>Silly captain, you can't make more cyborgs that way. Not that it wouldn't be fun to try.
While you have no idea of her specs, it isn’t uncommon for cyborgs to still have functional sexual organs. Of course, they’ll not make cyborgs but normal Sakkilians.
Zento: “First and foremost, you have the go ahead to build a daycare, Tara.” she smiles as she listens to you, “If we have the resources, of course. I put the responsibility in your shoulders to make sure it is done properly.”
Tara: “Yes, sir.”
Zento: “As for these new faces.” taking a few steps forward, you stop right next to Tara looking over the newly thawed lizards, “Ensigns. You are to report to Commander Doxy as soon as possible. She will give you additional orders. Move out.”
Tara: “You heard the man.” Tara gestures towards the main entrance to the hangar, “Move it!”
Zento: “As for the rest of you…” taking a moment to let the soldiers to leave, you continue, “If you wish to return to the Cryo pods, you may do so. But know this, we are currently in unknown, hostile territory without the resources or infrastructure necessary to build a colony, nor do we know if any of the colony ships are still intact, let alone their locations. This means that it’s possible, if you go back to those pods, you will never wake up again.”
There’s a murmur among the civilians, as they discuss this information between themselves. After giving them a minute, you interrupt them.
Zento: “While we won’t force you, we do ask for your aid. Anyone that is willing to work here will be compensated fairly. I am certain Rep. Tara here will make sure of that.” you give her a quick nod, which she quickly returns, “We will allow free passage to the next colony we’re moving towards, but we cannot say for certain what the living standard is there… or if you’re even welcome. If you want to continue travel with us, you’ll have to pull your weight.” Turning a bit, you look over at the Sakkilian next to you, “Tara, can you make sure these civilians are taking care off? As well as those with expertise are put too good use?” you kick a piece of junk next to your feet, “Even a proper janitor would be a positive right now.”
Tara: “Of course sir.” she gives you a salute, “I’ll make sure they’ll get a warm welcome!”
Zento: “Oh, and the one who wanted a ship… No.” scanning the crowd, you try to find whoever made the request, “We will not sacrifice one of our few lines of defense for someone taking a joyride.”
Suddenly, you feel someone grab your arm from behind and try to pull you back towards them, though as soon as they notice you won’t budge an inch, they settle for pulling themselves close to you instead.
Punk: “Hey, cog, no need to grizz about it, git?” a bright pink man suddenly appears at your side, his face full of piercings and his breath contaminated by booze… is he drunk? Has he been drunk since before he got frozen? Is that even possible? “Ah nob a cruise with kick back to mah den, na grizz about it, press it?”
Zento: “Tara?” you raise an eyebrow, but she just shrugs.
It is understandable the people that volunteered for this endeavor isn’t the best and brightest, as who would want to take a one way trip away from everything you know and love? Only those that seek new opportunities, new experiences or a new life would sign up. Or possibly even those trying to escape their old life as well.
Punk: “This trip was a few cycles, yah? So those grizzlers back in the nest surely forgotten about the screws Ah nobbed by now.” he claps your arm, “So a rizzed sprocket like yah wouldn’t break if Ah nobbed a cruise to get back home, eh? Ah’ll return it after Ah get to mah den, yah can press on that.”
…Or they are just dumb.
Punk: “Ah grease yah sprocket for it, cog. Ah’m sure yah boss wouldn’t mind.”
Really, really dumb.
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