"Ooh, a big thing is coming! I wonder what it wants! What's that on it's back?"
Baby deathclaw sprints to the approaching giant and climbs up its legs up to the platform. We're gonna have jolly good time playing together!
[2]
Are deathclaws generally good at climbing? Because you don't appear to be. You sort of just claw at the leg of the giant, ineffectually hopping and then sliding back down.
"Whoaah... that's a pretty big big thing."
Accompany baby deathclaw up there! Begin gnawing at the upholstery, if there is any! If there isn't, just be cool.
[2]
You join the baby death claw in a similarly futile attempt to climb the beast. You're the least frightening invaders we've seen all day.
Alert the platform crew to incoming intruders!
"Incoming! There are...little people attempting ineffectually to climb and or hump our leg. It's really not clear from my current position. We're at a code mauve: possible sexual harassment or stooge assault."
Hover about and pester the little beastie frustratingly close to clawing range.
Woah there, scaly one. Are you going to be nice and promise not to break anything, or am I going to have to melt you with my crystal ball death laser?
Huhhum makes an ominous laser-charging-up noise as proof of this capability.
You hover just out of reach. Ie about 5 feet off the ground since these guys seem incapable of getting any vertical leverage.
Grab rifle, fire a shot in the air, reload.
- HOLD IT PUNKS!
- We are, in fact, looking for some manpower. And we take in basically any schmuck we come across. But it became sort of a tradition that you at least introduce yourself before you get on board. So give me names.
You grab your rifle, walk to the edge -but not too close, your recent close encounters with gravity have left you a little bit leery of high places- and fire a shot into the air before addressing the would be invaders.
"An acceptable enough result - I suppose future experimentation can be conducted in a proper facility rather than an on-the-go proced- oh my me that thing is beautiful. The claws, the horns, the teeth... Back when I was alive I would honor it with a place within my menagerie.
Did I say all that out loud?"
Accept dangers of mad sciencemagic in adhoc facilities for now, admire Deathclaw's form.
((That thing about my powers always blowing up in my face is being sigged. Can't do it right now, but soon.))
You look down at the little death claw in a way that...well if you were looking at a human child like that I think we'd be fitting you for a beard, thick glasses and a seat over there.
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