Stacy whirls around as he waits for somebody to say something. Anybody. Anything. The silence becomes deafening.
"Excuse me, dear messenger, but I had a question - in relation to us, do lower castes have any inalienable rights like their right to life, the right to live unimpeded in a caste system and the right to pursue their happiness within the confines of said caste system, or maybe some other rights we can't trample over in our ever-demanding quest for justice? Or are they legally required to submit to us, no matter what we want to do with them?"
"Also, do you know of any openly rebellious and heretical members of the higher castes? I know, seems unlikely, but you never know, really. If we come across one that's agitating the people and whatnot, how are we allowed to deal with him or her?"
"Finally, may I be excused to retrieve another chemical sprayer right quick? I'm afraid I broke the one I got - silly mistake on my part. I can keep in radio contact with the team while I do this, you know, I probably won't miss a thing."
Ask these things, hopefully receive answers. If excused by messenger, head on over to gardener's shack and obtain chemical sprayer in previously outlined manner.
Discreetly head to the gardener's shack (I should know the way, having been there once, right?), request replacement spraying mechanism (point at pulverized one) or perhaps even a replacement sprayer. If I get it, head back to team after handing the helpful gardener a bottle of Xeno Spit. If I don't, ask why not.
Like so.
"They are required to submit to their betters, however it is an unwritten law of the castes that those of higher position not place their lessers in undue danger or distress. We are their care takers, after all, and it would reflect poorly on us to abuse them unduly. Though, there are some who would argue exactly the extent of what this means. Regardless, attempt to treat them as a teacher would a student; superior, but caring."
"If we knew of them, they would no longer be members of the higher castes, would they?"
"I suppose, though thats something for your commander to decide, more then me."
You look over at Feyri, realize you don't really care, and then run off to the gardener's shack. Everything is going great till you meet the groundskeeper himself and he speaks in a language you don't understand.
((Where did everyone go?))
(( My guess would be '4th of July weekend', or something like that. Possibly combined with a lack of urgency about us, and other RL factors. Go RL! ))
Alright, could you let me know where the infirmary is? I'd like to go get some basic supplies, and see if there's anything of ours your doctors really can't handle. Other than the prosthetics and the synflesh.
Actually, any chance we could get a map of the area?
Inquire within, then head over to the infirmary to check the supplies there.
The Messenger gives you directions and assures you that he'll have a map for you sometime soon.
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You find the Infirmary without issue and look around a bit while nurses and doctors give you odd stares. No one tries to stop you, though. Your searching reveals the rather depressing fact that this is little more then a field hospital; a long building full of beds with a few rooms set aside for surgery. The supplies on hand are almost completely limited to dealing with injury; with only the bare essentials for other common ailments such as low grade pain killers, anti-indigestion meds and the like. And even the supplies on hand for dealing with injuries are fairly crude. No medi-foam, nothing to work with robotics or synthflesh, it's all just tourniquets, stitches, bandages and plasters.
((I am SO sorry... Work kinda fucked me a little >______< I assume you probably killed me, so... yeah. Just want to say that...))
((I don't think we did.))
((... Seriously? o.o Usually RTDs do that when you lose activity for a bit.))
GET CAUGHT UP WITH EVERYONE AFTER YOUR RANDOM BOUT OF SENILITY, YOU OLD FUCK.
Don't worry about it. I don't kill off the unresponsive. If you go silent I just have you follow along with the group. So you're with'em, just sort of standing there silently. Worse comes to worse I either throw you in a stasis pod back on ship to see if you return, or I make you into an NPC, like Victor and Ivan.
"Anything else?" The messenger says, looking like he has other things to attend to.