#* - (.001) //: .file - THE FATHER. THE SPIRIT & THE VESSEL

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Yes, just like that. Do try and keep a steady hand, or the results will be less than satisfactory. The Paladin guides her drive through both vocal & visual instructions. Every wire, every dial, assembled by her precision for detail & strict calculations as her Helmsman serves as the appendages she lacked. Now, confirm the stability of the belt drive by -- yes, like that. The Paladin pauses as The Helmsman clicks his tongue idly in minor celebration for this even minor victory. However, I would prefer that you wait for me to finish my instructions as a precaution.   ❝ Mhm, ❞  he would apologize later, which is why she doesn’t press her digressions any further. As far as further construction goes, The Paladin quiets down to access her surroundings through the camera lenses of her captains' reader.

She estimated that — since it met the basic demands while being slightly above average — the renovations to Davelyn’s block were comforting. At least that was in her general opinion. It was a thirteen point three by fourteen space meant to be shared by three but is now owned by one. The Helmsman had requested (it continues to disrupt her systems that they give her options) that she assist him in the assembly of the new appliances that he, in his own words, “Traded resources for”. 

The creativity station was the first to go up. Sketch pads, paints, pencils — the whole nine yards & then some as The Helmsman made sure the requirements were specific, but not too picky. As she analyzed the instructions, he was the one who removed the third splaypod as opposed to removing the dual-splaypod instead. So she spoke up to state the obvious There is no need for you to remove the singular splaypod as opposed to the dual one. He is only one human, after all, he does not require that much space. In which The Helmsman shrugged, & she noticed that he appeared amused by her statement. ❝ I thought it’d be fun? Addth perthonality. ❞ The answer left her dissatisfied, to say the least.

The radio setup was next on their list. After (carefully) breaking down & extracting the necessary components from one of the ships spare teleporters, the two of them were successful in crafting an upgrade to Davelyn’s original setup next to his desk. It had taken The Helmsman an accurate estimate of thirty minutes until satisfied with the end results.

Helmsman, she speaks up as he admires his handiwork. The turntables end results were just as if not better than the example from its given instructions. I noticed that your pusher rate increased during your conversation with the fuschia blood. Clearly, you were not confident amidst your exchange so why push yourself when Davelyn already has his basic needs?  He doesn’t say anything for a considerable amount of time, & even gets started on the cleanup. ❝ He hathn’t had many nice experienceth, I gueth. And I,  ❞  he hesitates for a moment.  ❝ I didn’t want him to have anymore here. I care for him a lot, you know?  ❞   There is a shared moment of silence between them, & as The Helmsman grows increasingly flushed she dignifies him with a response. 

I believe I do.   Which was both a lie & the truth — because she understood. At least to an extent. Her Helmsman was peculiar, as are most trolls & other organic creatures with intelligence.

When the sound of the west wings teleporter flared up & announced to them Davelyn’s return to the ship. Taking this as his cue, The Helmsman collected any & all disposables before making a rushed exit for his own block.

Intelligent lifeforms were strange, but in a way that she found fascinating.

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❝   Tho, how do I --  motherfucker !!   ❞      his third attempt at dinner that night hits the floor with an audible clatter. steamed veggies & fruit puree now coat the tiles at his feet, melding together into one great organic mess. the wireless janitorial husk-sphere is here to the rescue, quietly doing its job & cleaning up the evidence of another failed attempt at what was supposed to be a side dish to a still slow roasting cluckbeast. instead of looking up the recipe like a sensible & (somewhat) responsible being, mituna decides to go to the next best thing  ---  & harass strangers on the universal web.

What goe5 well wIIth cluckbea5t? Becau5e my be5t gue55 II5 on the floor, 5o. II am open two 5ugge5tIIon5 IIf you have any random IInternet 5tranger.

( @signlss )

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All systems are now offline, Helmsman. The vessel  of The Paladin announces her preparation for hibernation, & the steady thrum of the engines gradually die down, leaving behind the soft chorus of the still active kinetic barriers surrounding The Paladin. she readies herself to leave her captain, her navigator, her crew  -- alone beneath the dim lighting of his personal quarters. My sensors have also detected a slight imbalance to your bodily functions, so may I suggest that you, too, get some rest. Good night Helmsman. & then she falls silent.

he immediately turns on his husktop without a shred of self-control.

Are you awake. Becau5e II 5ure as hell am. Therefore you 5hould drop whatever IIt II5 that you are doIIng becau5e II know you hate IIt and party wIIth me. A real baller.

(@rustybr0ad)

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The Hive proves demanding as per the norm. drones from the smaller broods hover patiently so as to not lose sight of The Helmsman. As he trudges through the terrain of lush, tropical flora – their foreboding hums could almost be deemed peaceful, had it not been for the particularly harsh sun rays beating down his back & exposed jackports. no nerve tubes connected to conceal his most sensitive of bits this time around. his only line of defense left against infrared rays being a thin layer of water-resistant UV protection cream, & a  flimsy, black tank top, & a makeshift turban – that was once his jacket – wrapped securely around his thinkpan.

judging by the distance & the familiar direction, The Helmsman has somewhere along the way concluded, that, the situation may not be as dire as the drones led on ---  & perhaps were looking for an excuse to keep chatterous company that was not their own. or maybe, there was a clog in the piping systems (carefully constructed by thick reeds of woven straw, synthetic pipes & wax from the main hive cavern) & they needed someone with functioning appendages & digits. to grasp at honey coated nooks & wax encased crannies they could not reach themselves.

even so, the journey proved itself to be more mundane than he last recalled – & the luxury of inhabiting a secluded tropical paradise (dare he call it that)  has lost its vibrancy over the years. circumventing the groves of uprooted tree roots thicker than his thigh, & tiptoeing with care to not trip over one of the more lively plantations who sat above the food chain of its kind, the space invader found his attention wanting to drift elsewhere. succumbing to temptation, he decides to indulge it.

The Helmsan raises a clawed forefinger, & taps twice against the startup button of his optic controlled reader. it springs to life & bombards him with a wall of text & numbers that he ignores in favor of an application icon that rests in the far bottom right corner. with a flick of his gaze, it opens, & selects the one that draws his attention the most.

CongratulatIIon5, randomly 5elected wIInner! You’ve been pIIcked two partIIcIIpate IIn our frIIendly que5tIIonnaIIre! Plea5e an5wer the followIIng a5 hone5tly a5 po55IIble and, dependIIng on locatIIon, you mIIght ju5t receIIve a prIIze a5 a token of apprecIIatIIon for your complIIance. Now to proceed, the followIIng que5tIIon5:

How knowledgeable would you 5ay that you are IIn bee care?

Are you perhap5 well ver5ed IIn ba5IIc plumbIIng, or more specIIfIIcally TrollGyver’d jungle plumbIIng?

Do you have any 5ugge5tIIon5 at the ready for proper care when nur5IIng a wIIcked har5h 5unburn?

A/T?

Do you, perhap5, like drIIed fruIIt and or jazz?

( @heartprinced )