vivala | 01 - A Pirate settles in for the long haul

Flotsam - Shipyard

[Harlock is likely far from the only one who is checking out the docked ships - the majority of them of course are seafaring vessels without the ability to fly. He's been on a sailing ship, but nothing to the surprisingly advanced looking tall ships and masts bobbing on the sea.

To get the Arcadia - and his eternal friend - back, he needs a ship, and to get a ship, he needs to know how to properly sail one of these, including how all the components work. After some convincing, anyone else with the same idea of checking the boat will see the one-eyed man sitting on a barrel, working a length of rough rope into knots, pursing his lips at a particularly tricky knot, or how to properly brace and load the guns so they don't go sliding all over the place. He gives a bemused grin to one of his fellow outworlders during the work.]

Seems the quickest way to learn something is when an old salt thinks they think can get a newbie to do their job for them.

[Despite the tone, one senses he's actually enjoying this]

Floating Dorm common area

[For the grunt work he did on the ships, he was given a little something, which he used to get some wood, and now he is carefully carving out into something vaguely football shape, he pauses to make circular marks, careful to get the wood shavings into the rubbish bin. What on earth is he making?]

Vault - Library time!

[Well, Astronomy is just a bit (actually quite) beyond him with his current literacy level with the native language, he's going to work on it - Harlock has a stack of fiction books meant for a younger reader, feeling a little embarrassed but pushing it down, as he sometimes reaches out and writes a word he can't seem to get from the context.

He suddenly stops, staring at the book incredulously, before giving a snort of derision]

'A good pirate never take another person's things?'

[He waves someone down]

Excuse me, can you tell me if I'm reading this bit right?

[Or wild card it, hit me up at

RShini if you got ideas or just wing it]

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knowhyoucry

The T-800 was given a room in the dorms. It does not understand why. There's no need for it to have one. It doesn't sleep. It doesn't relax. It has no interest in mementos or souvenirs. Eventually, however, it came to the conclusion that it will need to rebuild its armoury, and the room is as good a place as any to store excess weaponry, even though the handgun it has managed to procure fits rather snugly inside its black leather jacket.

It does patrol the dorms, from time to time, in case of Imperial infiltration. Its sensors dutifully note and record all pertinent information (not much) and changes (not many). Harlock being in the common area after a few circuits is about the most exciting (not that the Terminator can get excited) thing to happen on this patrol.

He's scanned. He's logged. What he's working on is scanned.

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Data not found.

It approaches slowly, attempting to get a better view of the block of wood Harlock is carving.

"What is the purpose of this exercise?" It asks. It has sunglasses now. Don't worry about it.

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freearcadia

Harlock glances up at the question - that tone, it's the machine man, no android? Was that more correct? He carefully shaves off a thin strip of wood before he answers, closing the pen knife, he's not to the point of doing any kind of carving while chatting.

"It's a way to help me focus my thoughts - doing things with my hands helps with." The pirate started. "And I do have quite a few things to consider. Why I'm carving this in particular is because I'm making a replacement for an ocarina that was taken from me when I was imprisoned."

From:

knowhyoucry

The cybernetic organism watches Harlock shave off the last strip of wood before closing the knife with an expression that might almost be curiosity. "Physical activity strengthens mental focus." It states. "Why is this?" Its files on humans are almost entirely concerned with biology and anatomy, to create a more efficient killing machine. But this is an entire new set of data to consider.

Harlock's missing ocarina is familiar; the weapons it had gathered since travelling back to the past had been seized almost immediately, and the probability of recovering them was non-existent. They were tools to it, however, nothing more.

"By constructing a new ocarina, you hope to gain clarity of thought. This is correct?" It asks.

From:

freearcadia

"Let's see... perhaps an analogy might help? A computer can speed up it's processes and focus on executing a specific task by shutting down unnecessary programs, correct?" He started as he purse his lips thoughtfully. "For some people, sitting and doing nothing keeps us from being able to shut off distracting or unhelpful thoughts - by focusing on a specific activity, it gives us the ability - the permission to just concentrate on one or two things at a time."

*And yes, I have some idea of what I might need to do, but taking the time to sort it out helps me to decide how to do it."

From:

knowhyoucry

"Understood." The T-800 replies. It has no such require ments; it shuts down unnecessary programs and reroutes processing power as necessary as problems or data to be analyzed arise. But humans are more limited in that regard. They cannot simply reroute their thoughts the way a machine can. They need a conduit for such a thing.

Harlock is an ally, at least by virtue of them both being members of the Crimson Corsairs. It moves around where he's sitting, and joins him. "Outline mission parameters. Assistance can be offered if needed." It says. There is more it could be doing, more it should be doing to get back to its primary mission. Helping Harlock helps the Corsairs.

Edited Date: 2024-06-20 01:00 am (UTC)

01 - A Pirate settles in for the long haul

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