Log 0020 - [Voice]

[keeps_a_cool_head]

It is with confidence I report that the native species here are generally of a friendlier nature. Their food is tolerable and they are easily persuaded to provide it to strangers.

They seem armed with rudimentary weapons. Theoretically any one of us could launch a successful attack and come away with minimal casualties.

If the need should arise, of course.

Comments

[keeps_a_cool_head]

And what about for you?

[darknessb4me]

Oh yes. Very profitable.

[keeps_a_cool_head]

May I ask what you've been collecting?

[darknessb4me]

The dead.

[keeps_a_cool_head]

How very enterprising of you. Do you find use in the corpses of another species?

[darknessb4me]

I can raise them. Any species.

[keeps_a_cool_head]

I wasn't aware you were anticipating a need for dead creatures standing three feet high and slow.

[darknessb4me]

With how difficult it is to get ahold of humanoid remains on this ship? I'll take anything.

[keeps_a_cool_head]

Your army will be a terror to behold.

[darknessb4me]

My armies overpowered nations with sheer numbers. We consumed entire continents and built cities in the blood of gods.

I'm not insecure about my abilities, outworlder. I'll take what material I can get.

[keeps_a_cool_head]

You're confident enough in your strategy to work with insufficient resources?

I have to ask; where will you be storing them aboard our ship?

[darknessb4me]

It's sufficient for my own amusement.

[Which is mostly why he does any of this anyway.]

I haven't decided. They'll stand quietly wherever they're told to, it shouldn't be difficult.

[keeps_a_cool_head]

You must have quite a large room to accommodate them. I have to admit, I would find it unsettling to sleep under the dead, watchful eyes of so many corpses.

[darknessb4me]

I don't sleep.

[This is not true, but sounds properly ominous.]

[keeps_a_cool_head]

You must be very productive.

[darknessb4me]

Very bored more like.

[keeps_a_cool_head]

Tell me what culls the boredom.

[darknessb4me]

I've been here for four years. Nothing. There's nothing to do here.

[Private]

[keeps_a_cool_head]

I've been looking into other projects lately, now that John Crichton has left the Barge.

And I was wondering if you had interest in assisting me.

[Private]

[darknessb4me]

It depends on what you're doing, and what I get out of it.

[Private]

[keeps_a_cool_head]

I have a need to research a weapon for enemies particularly vulnerable to the cold.

I don't suppose the pain and suffering of your fellow passengers is enough of an incentive.

[Private]

[darknessb4me]

It might be.

Enemies. Who?

[Private]

[keeps_a_cool_head]

Scarrans. A cold-blooded race that basks in and creates heat. They outnumber my allies ten to one and have superior weaponry.

I should like to have them eliminated, if possible.

[Private]

[darknessb4me]

Who are your allies?

[Private]

[keeps_a_cool_head]

Sebaceans; Peacekeepers, they call themselves. Human-like in appearance, but susceptible to heat. They prefer the cold.