*Hey So Uh, Since Im Barely Ever On This Blog - I Figured I Needed To Repurpose It. Ill Be Moving Cornelia

*Hey so uh, since I’m barely ever on this blog - I figured I needed to repurpose it. I’ll be moving Cornelia to a side-blog over the course of a little while, and remake the main blog into something else. I still love my little munchkin but the energy’s just not been into it and I want to try new things.*

*Be seeing you when I actually get to it*

Stupid rip off Irken

Huh. Well, would you look at that. I'm getting anons sending rude comments. I've been on tumblr for years and I've never got any yet.

Guess I can check that out of the list of eventualities that seem to happen to everyone.

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Krigg was... not having the best of days, all things considered.

Though, the little extraterrestrial mused it could have been worse as she stared through the greasy film of neon orange splattered across her ship’s tinted cockpit, a disgruntled scowl on her features. She further ensconced herself into the mesh of her pilot seat, digging in her shoulders one at a time and blowing a whistling sigh through her teeth. Below the Revenger, darkness illuminated by distant lights trailing the edge of the continents on a planet unknown, not yet touched upon by the light of the system’s star.

Concretely, putting the pedal to the metal through a swarm of immature chain crabs swarming a mining station in the biggest asteroid belt of the sector had been a terrible idea. An effective one, if the pasted remains that decorated half of her cockpit, and surely most of her ship’s paint, were anything to go by, but a bad one regardless.

Sure, she’d been paid compensation for her trouble of answering the distress call... and getting rid of the invading specie, but who was going to clean the crab guts from her ship?

Not the grateful-if-slightly-broke station workers, that’s for sure.

Krigg’s morose expression shuddered slightly as she eyeballed the small bit of extra credits on her account, before reaching to pat herself on the cheeks with a huff. The little extraterrestrial perked back up with a sharp huff, sitting straight back up before closing the tab with a press of a gloved finger onto the cockpit’s extra screen, booting back up the ship’s altimeter. One small smack against the conrols later, and the Revenger began its slow descent planetside towards a large area of inland darkness, Krigg’s hands flying from console to screen and back, pulling up every bit of information she had on her cloaking systems.

All in the green, barring visual scramblers, which pulled a groan from Krigg. She’d probably have to dislodge a crab leg from somewhere important, but visual scramblers were always a bonus more than a necessity. Nobody watched the skies closely enough to see a ship’s signal lights pass by when most technologically advanced worlds had radars and scanners and- whatever else she was forgetting.

Planetfall was uneventful, aside from that, and soon enough, Krigg was greeted by the sight of a moonlit stretch of dry, dusty terrain speckled with shrubs that cast long shadows as soon as she flicked on the ship’s floodlights. Two-legged creatures on the edge of the bright halo scattered in sharp hops into the darkness, too fast for her to properly see, but she paid them no mind.

What did catch her attention was the slight lurch in the craft as she moved the thrusters of the wings into a landing position, plumes of blue flame rotated under the beast, the left wing shuddering ever-so-slightly before moving into position. Krigg frowned, and as soon as the landing gear flexed under the ship’s weight, she slammed off the lights and proceeded to hop off her seat.

Something wasn’t quite right with the left wing.

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5mind​:

“Well, yes. How else are we supposed to refer to an item?” replied the red android. It wasn’t like they thought poorly of the ship. If anything they were impressed by it. Obviously, so impressed that they want a lil peek at its inner workings even on a chemical level.

They did understand where the little green being was coming from. Sure, the machine enjoyed tinkering but maintenance tend to be tedious more often than not. Not to mention the need for parts at times.

“What.” Somehow the blue android managed to sound even flatter than she normally did. “We do not chew on them…we do not have mouths.”

“As nice as it would be,” continued Red. Chewing on metal did not sound appealing at all but being able to bite on things did. “Where are those spare bits from? What metals are they made from? Can we have some from wherever you came from?”

“We can even trade. If there is anything you require,” said the android in blue. Not that they themselves have much aside from the same junk one could probably find in the scrapyard they were in.  “ And if there is anything we wish to keep.”

There was a bit of a moment of silent disbelief as the two androids took what was originally a lazy quip more litterally than she could have expected, henceforth somewhat ruining the punchline of it. Krigg’s mouth opened and closed a few times without so much as a sputter, with her wide-eyed and looking almost vexed that her joke didn’t land before shaking it off with a grumbble.

“...Okay, you two are definitely AI-controlled.” She shot back, her tone somehow managing to emulate fairly well the flat monotone of the blue unit’s text-to-speech function, though with a hint more controlled annoyance. The little alien reached out to her face before slowly dragging her hands from her forehead to her chin, not caring about the somewhat exaggerated look it gave her. Only that it helped evacuate some stress.

And helped brace her for the fact she was talking to a being with a possibly limited grasp on the art of sarcasm.

“I don’t know what I have on the spare bin from the top of my head, but I can figure it out fairly quickly. Pretty sure I have a lot of heat-resistant ceramic panes, superconductor sheets... Just keep a lid on your expectations.” She nodded to herself knowingly, crossing her arms onto her chest. The offer of a trade though, did get her attention. “Though, I guess I could use some pre-stripped materials to feed into the fabricator machine. There’s a lot of specialist stuff in the bin, but I still need raw components like copper and junk. At least I wouldn’t have to trudge through garbage to find it.”

And to be honest, that was a neat positive of a nature to put a small smile back on her face.

“...Can I actually go back to look without one of you scratching at the paintjob while I have my back turned?” Ah- there was that familiar squint, back again.

5mind​:

Red One perked up. Could’ve sworn their auditory sensors picked up something nearby. Of course, the pitch was a bit too high for them to properly detect. Huh, was this what humans meant when they said their ears rang? 

Blue Two’s sensors did not pick that up. So Fivemind just filed it away as something to look into during their next maintenance check.

The furious outburst that came next, however, both units definitely heard. With an unnerving synchroneity, both androids turn to face the newcomer. Huh, that was weird. There was no one- 

Oh. 

There was someone. A very short someone. Two visors turned down to look at her. 

“What did you just call me….us..?” Red One tilted their head. “That is not who we are, little one.” 

Blue One resumes scanning the ship visually but has ceased poking at it with her pedestrian light. Instead she has opened a small compartment on her thigh out of which she pulled out a screwdriver. 

The possibility of the metal being alien meant that it would be best to take a sample, no matter how small. 

While very much wound up like a grandfather clock, even Krigg couldn’t help but stutter a little in her stiff-legged, purposeful marching advance towards the robotic entities as they turned to face her as one. It didn’t feel like something that an exosuit would do, organic twitch reflex wasn’t that precise.

Remote drones sounded more likely. The small alien took a small, cautious step back, one hand twitching hard towards one of her collapsed plasma pistols tucked under her coat, wary of some form of automated defense system kicking in in response to the holler. The drones’ responses though... weren’t that.

They were to look down, and correct her bellow of anger with some choice... ways to call her.

Little one. LITTLE ONE. Krigg’s translator helpfully supplied that the subtext of the designation, while very much adequate on surface level, was usually geared towards children.

The small extraterrestrial’s lower eyelid twitched, and her back stiffened, chest puffing out and antennae perking up on her head in hopes of making herself look more noticeable. Which worked as well as it usually did when facing down something twice her size. Not-not a whole lot.

“Well, maybe if you weren’t poking at, y’know, my freshly repainted livelihood, mode of transportation, and HOUSE with a pointed, probably rusty metal pole, I would have been bothered to find a correct designation for you lot!” Krigg hissed, levelling a stern glare at the red drone, the one which had decided to adress her in the first place.

“So, kindly vamoose your caboose AWAY from my ship, because it’s not good for the scrapyard-”

Something moving just behind her visual point of focus caught her eye, the faint star-shaped reflection of her pupils shifting just enough to look at the blue drone, which had returned to its own occupations, and pulled from a compartment on its hip a metal tool with a handle attached to a flat-ended metal tube.

“...What’re you trying to do with that?” Her tone felt distracted, a little far away. Not yet aware of the possible disaster about to unfold.