Malcom:
"We aren't a prey species but I have been told that our organ meats go well with Fava beans and a nice Chianti."
Rightos moves his head, and a screen appears in front of one of his reptilian eyes.
"Mark down Fava beans and Chianti...whatever that is."
Chalei'nh:
"Hmm... If i may hazard a guess, our host has a brain working somewhat similar to dolphins back on Earth, in that half their brain is taking turns sleeping. By the time Leftos, Rightos and Primary would need to sleep, the other three heads would wake up to allow him to keep going, with all six heads only being awake during transitions and emergencies, correct?"
"Well done, earther!" Primary says. The massive head turns to the crowd.
"See everyone! I told you all they are much cleverer than they look! And act. And smell like." The crowd laughs, and the green serpent head seems to smile like a crocodile.
Hedi:
”You are welcome to come down here and find out, but I warn you, nothing that has ever tried has liked the results. . . if they even survive.”
A portion of the holographic crowd chants once more.
"LITTLEBIG! LITTLEBIG! LITTLEBIG!" Rightos seems to look away from his computer list, and then looks around-past Hedi.
"Did anyone hear someone talking? I could not make it out."
The crowd then responds with a
"OOOOOOOOH!".
Nathan:
"First off a shout out to fan base. I think our species has more to contribute to the universe than just calories. Just looking around I see looking around the audiences that human culture has contributed a definite spiciness to their lives and it would be a shame if that was lost."
The crowd answers with a
"ONE SHOT, ONE KILL!"
However, Leftos seems to turn and meet Nathan's gaze.
"There are humans all over the multiverse. Your tiny blue dot is one of billions, if not more. However, you spent most of your planet's history being loathsome to each other. If left to your own devices, this world would be a barren husk before D'Monix had ever bought the mining rights."
Chalei'nh:
"I'd say the 'human factor' is already mostly lost. D/Monix has essentially introduced humanity to the galaxy at large -- and multiple dimensions of it at that -- and with the exchange of concepts, technologies and ideas it will undoubtedly change what has made the human perspective so unique. And of course, the experience is somewhat tainted by the first impression having been to have everything they've built up and worked for taken away, and either participate in a death game for people's amusement or wither away in a camp somewhere with the knowledge that, should they rebuild, everything can be taken away again in a matter of seconds at the whim of another. From my perspective it was extremely poorly handled if the goal was galactic integration and the propagation of human culture so popular among many members of the audience."
Primary tilts its head to the side.
"What makes you think the goal was galactic integration? As Leftos has pointed out, your species has not developed the unity to prove themselves good citizens of the multiverse. A species with your track record might easily prove a danger to all of us if someone where to arm you properly. Thank goodness that has not happened!" Primary then stares at the ceiling, as an image of Chalei'nth beating a Mushroom man into the ground. Its splatter all over her as she strikes it again and again.
"An excellent showing of your innate brutality, and why you get such ratings! But it takes more than that to be a citizen of the multiverse!"
Avilaya:
"Now Primary. I want to ask, what are the burning questions that your fans have for us? Surely your universe-wide audience would love to find out more about us. Not just as human beings, but as personalities."
While the space pirates like fans cheer Avilaya's bow, Primary twists its long neck and nods at her.
"Indeed! We have been watching some of your actions as well, and you have just been assigned to this group of wanderers! What where you thinking at this moment in your career?" An image of Avilaya fighting with a glowing rapier is seen, and all around her are giant spiders. She leaps, bounds, and strikes-managing to stay one step ahead of the poison fangs. However, several other wanderers are laying under hordes of spiders, being dragged away by webbed nets.
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