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Post by Nathan on Oct 26, 2010 22:10:03 GMT -6
The Greivar had been displaced following the abandoning of Coppertone, some of them dispersed into the surrounding communities and got odd jobs as computers or laborers, but most of them were rounded up by the Natopian Relocation Commission and sent to Odlum Falls to work in the dams or down to Port St Andre to work in those copper smaller mines or at the seaport that supplied metals to the rest of the dominion in the south.
The Greivars were treated humanely by the colonists, and in the final reduction and dissolution of Natollonia, the land was named Greivary. With the reduction of land, the human colonists felt that the dominion had little interest in this area for anything other than mining and power production and resettled elsewhere. The curious metal men were now the sole residents, working away like clock work, keeping the mines drilling and the turbines turning. They were made of scrap material, old chases, barrels, what they couldn't scavenge they forged in copper from their mine. The were vaguely humanoid, most of them bipedal, shining with copper fittings and asymmetrical plating. Monstrous was the word used by some of the less sensitive colonists at the earlier times of the colony. However, the Greivar were intelligent, perhaps cursed with sentience and trapped in their clunky forms. They had observed and assimilated into Natopian culture, referring to lubrication and fuel as their 'juice' and powerpaks as 'bagel.'
Tinker Sprocket was a unique Greivar, for he was entirely copper, eternally polished. He had a graceful human form, shorter than a man, and squat, to give off a jovial and safe feeling to nearby humans, who helped fashion him in their image to act as liaison. He was thus a logical decision to remain as the Greivar representative to the government in Muckapucky and as general administrator of the production facilities that were vital to the Dominion's economic stability. It was thus Sprocket who received the envoy from NOOP.
"Greetings, Mr Tomassyon. I am Tinker Sprocket, administrator. It is always a joy and surprise when a mainlander arrives in the colony!"
"Administrator Sprocket, thank you. And I am afraid I am not a mainlander, no sir. I am a Klaasiyan native from Borders City. I am here to ascertain if the Greivar are capable of serving their Dominion in a much greater capacity than ever possible."
The motors and servos in Sprocket's face whirred and contorted into a rather crude and horrifying approximation of intrigue. "Mr Tomassyon, please explain. Borders City, as you surely understand, is a particularly favorite city of Natopia for us here."
"I'm sure it is, and I wouldn't be surprised if you have some of our chips in that head of yours... however that came to be."
"Truly a curious matter Mr Tomassyon, as curious as your head came to be."
Tomassyon raised his eyebrow, "Very insightful. I digress sir, we have long depended on the rugged bodies of the Greivar to work in dangerous conditions. We now are interested in sending a team of your people into space, as part of the Prophet's Reconquista. Your people would be perfectly suited to perform maintenance on NISS, work in shipyards and perhaps even go as an avent-garde to the dormant New Lindstrom to prepare it for repopulating by humans."
The burnished copper rods that signified Sprocket's eyebrows raised beyond the confines of his profile, "Why Mr Tomassyon... that would indeed be something we would be interested in. I do not believe you fleshy Natopians are fully aware of our physical nature, being metal we can be fully converted to more efficient space-borne forms. Our scrap bodies are ideal for the mines and dams, but the harshness of space will require some drastic modifications and resources from elsewhere in the dominion."
"Of course Mr Sprocket, it is your sentience, your unexplained miracle that we treasure and speak of throughout the dominion upon your recent rediscovery by mainstream Natopia. And we certain...."
"I must insist, and do apologize, that I be included in this mission to NISS. Having the most contact with humans of all the Grievar, I find that your sense of.... adventure, as been assimilated by my program. You will, of course, need a liaison to the Greivar workers up there too, and you will need the one with most experience. I will commission another of my office workers here to begin training as administrator and receive a chasis humanization."
"Well Mr Sprocket, I can't readily argue with that. Seeing has how we have the material stockpiles back in Borders City, would you and a team of 15 more Greivar please meet me there once you have settled your affairs?"
"Why yes, Mr Tomassyon, that would be most equitable. I shall notify you the day before our arrival."
"Excellent. Well, I will be off I suppose, as I was told the human accommodations have all been recycled into various other buildings or people."
"I am afraid so, sir. I trust it is only a short flight to the mainland, especially with access to NOOP ships."
"Indeed it is. Not a problem at all. It was my pleasure to meet you sir, I look forward to working with you and getting to know you and your people in the coming days." Tomassyon again declined an offered cup of rancid juice and left the building to return to his jet.
Tinker Sprocket, out of practice having no need for human facial approximations, gingerly activated the servos around his facsimile mouth and tugged one side up in yet another horrifyingly inhuman and unreadable expression.
The Greivars were treated humanely by the colonists, and in the final reduction and dissolution of Natollonia, the land was named Greivary. With the reduction of land, the human colonists felt that the dominion had little interest in this area for anything other than mining and power production and resettled elsewhere. The curious metal men were now the sole residents, working away like clock work, keeping the mines drilling and the turbines turning. They were made of scrap material, old chases, barrels, what they couldn't scavenge they forged in copper from their mine. The were vaguely humanoid, most of them bipedal, shining with copper fittings and asymmetrical plating. Monstrous was the word used by some of the less sensitive colonists at the earlier times of the colony. However, the Greivar were intelligent, perhaps cursed with sentience and trapped in their clunky forms. They had observed and assimilated into Natopian culture, referring to lubrication and fuel as their 'juice' and powerpaks as 'bagel.'
Tinker Sprocket was a unique Greivar, for he was entirely copper, eternally polished. He had a graceful human form, shorter than a man, and squat, to give off a jovial and safe feeling to nearby humans, who helped fashion him in their image to act as liaison. He was thus a logical decision to remain as the Greivar representative to the government in Muckapucky and as general administrator of the production facilities that were vital to the Dominion's economic stability. It was thus Sprocket who received the envoy from NOOP.
"Greetings, Mr Tomassyon. I am Tinker Sprocket, administrator. It is always a joy and surprise when a mainlander arrives in the colony!"
"Administrator Sprocket, thank you. And I am afraid I am not a mainlander, no sir. I am a Klaasiyan native from Borders City. I am here to ascertain if the Greivar are capable of serving their Dominion in a much greater capacity than ever possible."
The motors and servos in Sprocket's face whirred and contorted into a rather crude and horrifying approximation of intrigue. "Mr Tomassyon, please explain. Borders City, as you surely understand, is a particularly favorite city of Natopia for us here."
"I'm sure it is, and I wouldn't be surprised if you have some of our chips in that head of yours... however that came to be."
"Truly a curious matter Mr Tomassyon, as curious as your head came to be."
Tomassyon raised his eyebrow, "Very insightful. I digress sir, we have long depended on the rugged bodies of the Greivar to work in dangerous conditions. We now are interested in sending a team of your people into space, as part of the Prophet's Reconquista. Your people would be perfectly suited to perform maintenance on NISS, work in shipyards and perhaps even go as an avent-garde to the dormant New Lindstrom to prepare it for repopulating by humans."
The burnished copper rods that signified Sprocket's eyebrows raised beyond the confines of his profile, "Why Mr Tomassyon... that would indeed be something we would be interested in. I do not believe you fleshy Natopians are fully aware of our physical nature, being metal we can be fully converted to more efficient space-borne forms. Our scrap bodies are ideal for the mines and dams, but the harshness of space will require some drastic modifications and resources from elsewhere in the dominion."
"Of course Mr Sprocket, it is your sentience, your unexplained miracle that we treasure and speak of throughout the dominion upon your recent rediscovery by mainstream Natopia. And we certain...."
"I must insist, and do apologize, that I be included in this mission to NISS. Having the most contact with humans of all the Grievar, I find that your sense of.... adventure, as been assimilated by my program. You will, of course, need a liaison to the Greivar workers up there too, and you will need the one with most experience. I will commission another of my office workers here to begin training as administrator and receive a chasis humanization."
"Well Mr Sprocket, I can't readily argue with that. Seeing has how we have the material stockpiles back in Borders City, would you and a team of 15 more Greivar please meet me there once you have settled your affairs?"
"Why yes, Mr Tomassyon, that would be most equitable. I shall notify you the day before our arrival."
"Excellent. Well, I will be off I suppose, as I was told the human accommodations have all been recycled into various other buildings or people."
"I am afraid so, sir. I trust it is only a short flight to the mainland, especially with access to NOOP ships."
"Indeed it is. Not a problem at all. It was my pleasure to meet you sir, I look forward to working with you and getting to know you and your people in the coming days." Tomassyon again declined an offered cup of rancid juice and left the building to return to his jet.
Tinker Sprocket, out of practice having no need for human facial approximations, gingerly activated the servos around his facsimile mouth and tugged one side up in yet another horrifyingly inhuman and unreadable expression.
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