Chapter One

[mech_and_mutt]

Who: Red Savarin and special guest, you!
Broadcast: Live, coast to coast
Action: The grand entrance of a new cast member on the Marsiva
When: Half past April 28th

"Come onnn...!"

Oddly-hurried footsteps followed the frustrated muttering on the video feed; those who glanced up as the sounds grew louder might have caught a moment of that bipedal canine- one fairly well dressed for piloting work, at that- jogging right through and past the frame before those sounds of movement hesitated.

"There's gotta be-- ah, maybe...?"

A soft, dull mechanical noise came through the speakers... followed by a wet, sopping plop. To those more familiarized ears, it sounded a bit like one of the food dispensers issuing out some of its--

"Ughhh!!"

Oh yeah. It was a food dispenser. And soon, it was Red rushing past the camera once again, his expression looking all the more frustrated on the second pass.

"Where're they keepin' the real food?!"

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[mech_and_mutt]

Aaaand that went from 'odd' to 'downright confusing' in a hurry. Red was left standing, staring and ruminating over some words that were even harder to digest than the protein paste.

Not quite bearing in mind his more proper manners, he gave Nono a quick walk-around;.... nnnope, no angle really looked like anything he'd call a robot. And he'd piloted his share of them!

"...You sure about that?"

[nonono7]

Okay, so Nono's never been asked to prove her robotness before. How does she go about doing that? She doesn't know!

UM

UM

"Yes?"

She definitely looks human from all angles, though. Her skin is soft, no metal bits anywhere... her pupils are a weird starburst shape, but that's about it.

[mech_and_mutt]

...On the other hand, would it even be the strangest thing that's happened to him today? Still, it wasn't like he could just let this go. What if she really was a robot?

"Can ya fire a missile or somethin'...?"

1/2

[nonono7]

"I don't... I don't have any missiles...." She sounds ashamed. "I have beams, but it's probably not safe to use those aboard a ship."

2/4 I lied

[nonono7]

"WAIT I KNOW! I can use a rocket punch!"

She THRUSTS HER ARM FORWARD IN A PUNCH.

Nothing happens.

3/4

[nonono7]

She continues to stand there, arm extended....

[nonono7]

After a couple moments like that, she pulls her arm back. Starts examining her own wrist.

"Hm.... Do you have a screwdriver?"

[mech_and_mutt]

"I don't think I like where this is goin'."

...But nobody would embarrass themselves like that just for the heck of it, either. And it did give him something to think about other than his empty stomach.

He held up the All-Purpose Concave Protein Consumption Utensil. "Will this work?"

[nonono7]

There's almost a full minute of laborious work, twisting and digging into her wrist that still seems fully human. Right up until her hand pops off. And falls onto the floor.

"Aha! I did it!"

To make her rocket punch come true, though, it requires more. And so she picks up her hand with her other hand, then throws it.

It's not just a normal throw, though. There does seem to be some thrust coming out of the back of her flying hand. It's just, flying really slow. And a little bit wobbly, like it's drunk.

"Rocket PAAAAAWNCH!" The hand strikes the nutrient machine, which spits out a random assortment of solid and semi-solid foodstuff.

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[mech_and_mutt]

Seeing her jam that thing into her own wrist gave him some pause. And a wince. I mean, it wasn't like there was any blood--

[mech_and_mutt]

no, just her hand coming off--

3/3

[mech_and_mutt]

AND FLYING ROCKET PROPELLED ACROSS THE ROOM OH MY GOD

"THAT IS AMAZING"

For however nonplussed he was at her claim before, he was nearly starry-eyed at seeing her robotic... capability in the flesh. Or-- in the metal.

"You-- wh-- but you look so--"

His amazement seemed to have wrapped right around his tongue.