6783/Rabbits and Warlocks

Rabbits and Warlocks
Date of Scene:	06 March 2019
Location:	Unknown
Synopsis:	Summary needed
Cast of Characters:	Adam Warlock, 7665

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Adam Warlock has posed:
Space is a dark and dangerous place, especially when one is alone. Warlock remains thoughtful, floating by himself in the vacuum for some time following his latest battle. The strange robots he'd faced earlier had left him thinking and eventually those thoughts drifted back to the strange bunny armada he'd seen and the card he found. He recognized the life forces on the ships but there'd been no time to check on them to see what damage the rampaging Legislators had managed to do. Now there is. The mage teleports to their last known location.

From there it's a matter of following the energy signature of the vehicles. Warlock's magic is powerful and now that there's peace in the area it's easy to focus. A short period of time later and the golden skinned man has what he's looking for. He teleports again.

This time he arrives near the fleet itself, flying through space towards the vehicles from a few kilometers away so as not to immediately alarm the Black Bunny Brigade. He greets them over the radio, "Greetings. This is Adam Warlock of the Guardians of the Galaxy. I come to see if you require aid following the battle with the drones."

Blackjack O'hare (7665) has posed:
    The fleet has hidden itself far, in the shadow of a gas giant's rings they remain. Drives cooled, lights killed, radios silent. Making certain their escape would stick, for obvious reasons. At the transmission though, well it's silence. Amongst the darkened fleet though, well something happens at least. A massive carrier flips on a few lights, just enough to illuminate the outer airlock doors as they slowly glide open.

    There are many thousands of souls here, far -far- too many for a war fleet in any conventional sense mind. Still despite some light scoring, and a Cutter's lack of cargo bay doors(and one airlock doors) they look to have emerged largely unscathed.

Adam Warlock has posed:
Seeing the lights appear on Adam Warlock flies towards them, scanning the fleet and marveling at all of the signs of life he senses there. When he arrives at the airlock doors he floats into them and touches down on the floor inside, feet and staff touching down at the same time noiselessly. Inside of the airlock the being waits to see what will happen next.

Blackjack O'hare (7665) has posed:
    The airlock cycles, and well there are rabbits. The airlock room propper is for lack of a better term, a killzone. Machineguns, heavy bars. Designed to lure in boarders, presumably. Beyond those bars, well there are bunnies. Black bunnies mind you, dressed in neat dark blue pea coats over some sort of white uniform beneath. The one in the center, clears her throat before fixing her gaze on Adam. "I am Fleet commander Cash O'hare, welcome into the Migrant fleet and aboard my ship the 'Outer Cold'."Theres a casual wave, and attendants slip foreward to unlock those bars.

    "Congratulations are in order Mr.Warlock, you're the first alien to come aboard any vessel in the fleet. My brother said you seemed decent enough, and the council has decided to grant you the privelage of our hospitality. Such a thing is conditional however, and non-negotiable."She steps just a touch closer, straightening herself up to her full meager height. Somehow all the more imperious for it, nevermind the height. "You are not to leave the side of either Blackjack or an assigned escort. You are not permitted to transmit any signals of any kind, and you will not utilize any recording devices of any kind for the duration of your stay."She takes another step to half turn. "Oh and in the future, call ahead. We do not take kindly to uninvited guests, consider yourself duly warned Mr.Warlock."

    Casually she -snaps- her fingers, and one of the rabbits beside moves to step beside Adam. "Do we understand each other, Mr.Warlock?"

Adam Warlock has posed:
"I am pleased to meet you, Fleet Commander," Warlock replies to the woman with a nod of his head and a broad, genuine smile. These Halfworlders may be serious but they are fascinating nonetheless. The fearsome weapons arrayed before him are briefly studied, the animals' preparations only make sense in a place as dangerous as the galaxy's frontier.

"Thank you for allowing me to visit. I am truly honored."

"While here I will abide by your rules. I have no desire to see you enraged." He is a caring person, after all, and though he might be able to fight them off the rabbits are fearsome. "Should I visit again in the future I will let you know ahead of time. I feel that we are understood." There's another nod, more serious this time.

Blackjack O'hare (7665) has posed:
    And finally she tears her gaze away to peer after her marine, and well dead silence before the young hare steps off presumably with Adam in tow.

    Hallways and bulkheads like any warship, bustling with Rabbits in uniform. Then a door opens, and -everything- changes.

    Inside the core of that massive carrier, is a god damned town. They carved decks out to build, a town. Ground covered in dirt, and planted over with vivid orange grasses. There are trees, and bushes and flowers in abundance for a few hundred yards at least. Theres a town there built from repurposed shipping containers, scavenged ship steel and goodness knows. A bustling little town with streets and shops, food stalls out on the corner. Bunnies dressed in bright colors, a few in the familar purple uniform jacket here and there but the whole mood seems decidedly casual.

    Still the escort leads through town, pausing wordlessly outside a particularly elaborate little joint constructed from a shipping container and a liberal amount of ammo crates? Well the door swings open, and well even without his uniform on the cybernetics make him fairly distinctive. "How nice to see you Adam, wasn't expecting a visit. Would you care to come in, I was just getting ready to set lunch out."

Adam Warlock has posed:
As soon as he ses the delightful bunny town Adam Warlock's face explodes into a grin, eyes alight with joy. It's moments like this one that make his existence feel meaningful. The balance of life can be truly beautiful.

The rabbits are looked over, as are their shops and wares, Warlock never leaving the side of his escort for a moment. There's so much to see, so many people and so many of their wonderful creations. Bunny culture is fascinating.

When they arrive at the fancy little establishment and Blackjack appears Adam nods deeply to his acquaintance, "It is wonderful to see you again. I would be honored to join you." The mage's smile hasn't left his face. "I came to make sure that your personnel were safe following the drone attack. I had no idea what to expect, but this certainly was not it. Your home is fascinating and beautiful."

Blackjack O'hare (7665) has posed:
    Blackjack and the escort exchange silent glances, before salutes and well he's off. "We could be described as paranoid, I suppose."Stepping inside as he takes care to point out the low ceiling. "We've had a few who felt we should be exterminated over the years, so we tend to be fairly paranoid about protecting ourselves. Some injuries, little damage, not too bad considering we just had a space fight with giant robots."

    Inside it's essentially a single level studio, tall enough even for Adam it seems. Floor to ceiling most of the walls are covered with sturdy book cases made from some sort of dense alien hardwood. Alien tomes and books, plant pressings, sketch books, journals. Theres a few cabinets which essentially walls off what looks like a bedroom yonder, but for the most part things are left decidedly open if somewhat sparse. Set centrally a low table surrounded by plush rugs and cushions. Theres a cute little kitchenette tucked in one wall, again quite minimalist. What little soldiering gear he has out has been set on a plinth below a, well a painted icon. The same skeletal bunny from the card, branch in one hand and rifle in the other.

    "Make yourself at home, and I hope you don't mind a vegetarian meal. Afraid meat's just too scarce for us adults right now."Setting out a simple clay tea kettle and some similarly austere cups. "Afraid I'm likely not a terribly good host, never had an alien in my home before if I'm honest."

Adam Warlock has posed:
"I don't know if paranoia is how I would describe you. Insular, perhaps, and certainly prepared, but the galaxy can be a dangerous place for those who do not stick together," Warlock says to the rabbit as he gives a nod of goodbye to the marine who walked him over. When told there wasn't much damage Adam seems pleased, "I'm happy to learn there were no casualties. The drones were quite threatening."

As he enters, Adam looks through his surroundings, seeming to take in each item in turn. A small smile is still present on his face.

"Thank you for your hospitality. A vegetarian meal is fine with me, though I understand the necessity of harvesting animals so that one might survive." He finds his way to a seat, "It is rare for many species to invite aliens into their home, if they are even aware of their existence. I am very happy you chose to have me."

Blackjack O'hare (7665) has posed:
    "Well we were grown to be cautious, good instinctual response to give a jailer."And bowls of, what might as well be blue moon beans and little slices of something orange. Alien salads yo, it's legit. Theres tea poured as well, before the Rabbit slumps down to distribute the wooden cutlery. "and what planet -are- you from, incidentally? I never ask these days out of deference to cultural practice, Taxians take that sort've thing as an insult you know. I don't mean to seem disinterested, of course."

    "Oh we're not picky eaters generally, but meat's expensive out here. We tried an aquaculture back when we first started out, but it was a nightmare to maintain it. We can do enough fruits and vegetables for the fleet generally, just no livestock. Frozen stock is for the little ones."And a pause as he digs into, what tastes sort've like...blueberry stringbeans maybe? "Better than what the civilians get, noodle stock gets -real- old no matter what you do with the sauce stuff. One of the few perks of service."

Adam Warlock has posed:
Looking down at his food Adam takes a bite of his salad, nodding thoughtfully, "This is very good. On the Milano a good deal of the food is packaged." Upon being asked about where he's from the mage grows thoughtful, "I have no objection to answering your questions." There's a faint smile as he begins to share his story, "I was created in a complex known as the Beehive. Grown to be the most evolved being in the galaxy. I do not know if they succeeded, only..." His smile fades away, "That they created me to do great evil. I instinctively rebelled against it, however, and freed myself."

"Space is quite limited on a fleet such as this. I can imagine it is difficult to feed everyone all of the time with what can be grown aboard your ships," Warlock speaks thoughtfully. "It makes me happy to know that the children here are well taken care of."

Blackjack O'hare (7665) has posed:
    Theres a sage nod there. "Aha, so you were a product as well."Theres a pause there for thoughtful chewing. "We were tailor grown to be jailers originally, designed to keep other sentients for terminal experimentation. E models like us were discontinued after we revolted and slaughtered our masters, they tried to sell F models for a few years but as far as we know nobody bought any. Most of the rabbits you see here though, they're newer. A few years after we got our first ship, we hired a few doctors to help produce another generation. New cortex chips without the inhibitors, better genetics to seed the species and get us to a place where we could grow into a species without test tubes and all."

    "We're finally genetically stable now, have full protection from most of the corporations. Got most governments to recognize us as sentients with rights, but it was pretty rough for years."And another munch, tapping his bowl with that wooden fork thoughtfully. "You've had it easier I think, fuzzier sorts like us tend to be more frequently viewed as animals. Well that, and you're not too dissimilar from the typical sapient body plan. Easily recognizable as a "person" you know?"

Adam Warlock has posed:
As the rabbit speaks, Warlock listens intently. He's capable of great sympathy and the expression of understanding on his face shows it. He eats quietly, thinking things through before opening his mouth to speak again. "It is good to know that you are your own people. It is a terrible thing to be created for a nefarious purpose and noble to rebel against it. At least that is what I think, though I may be biased." Seeing as how he smiles faintly there may be a joke in there. "I have had it much easier than many. Many humanoids consider me beautiful, which is an advantage I do not care to exploit. It is better to judge people based on merit than on appearance." There's a nod, "I hope that someday others will come to that same understanding. It is an unfortunate thing that people have trouble understanding that it is more than the shape of the body that makes a person."

Blackjack O'hare (7665) has posed:
    "Mmm, better beautiful than cute. If they don't know our reputation, we usually have to fight."And a sip of tea, before casually the bionic bun reclines amicably. "I don't particularly enjoy violence, despite my reputation. I mean sure I've done everything I've been accused of, made my share of ghost towns. People see us as cute push overs, they don't want to discuss things like proper adults? Well the alternative is death, I try to make that as plain as I can as well. You may or may not be surprised how frequently people chose violence, over nothing really. "And a pause as he smooths out a whisker ever so casually.

Adam Warlock has posed:
"I will take your word for it. I do not believe that I have ever been cute," Warlock replies. "It saddens me that beings do not seem to understand when violence is unnecessary. So many lives wasted." There's a deep sigh and a shake of the head, "Many people are foolish. I am not surprised at the number of people who choose to do battle with you when I think of all those who have attacked Lobo. He is like a walking arsenal already and has a fearsome reputation as well."

There's a moment of silence as the mage considers things, "War is a terrible thing, but all too often it is necessary. I hope that some day people learn to live without it, but until then your profession will be a necessity."

Blackjack O'hare (7665) has posed:
    "Oh I don't know about terrible, it's often unpleasant certainly. Life during wartime provides clarity, sincerity of intent. Every space faring species I've encountered has war in their blood, they're the offspring of victors after all."Theres a shrug there "War between nation states or species is another thing entirely, it drafts the unwilling. A free company like us, well we all chose to be there. When it's Mercenary on Mercenary both sides are full of interested parties, who have elected to become part of the conflict. Whats ugly, is collateral damage. Thats the horror of war, not the battlefield but the sidelines."

Adam Warlock has posed:
"I can agree with you about collateral damage, but the waste of life in armed combat saddens me even if it is only the combatants being killed," says Adam Warlock with a faint frown. "I have seen much devastation in my travels and I have fought in many battles. Despite all the violence in the galaxy it is a beautiful place and the life in it is precious. I would prefer it if more people took views similar to ours, that violence is necessary at times but that there are preferable solutions that can be found." He gestures at the room around him, "Still, it is good that your people, though they are warriors, do not seem to live for war. Many warrior cultures do not just live with conflict but for it."

Blackjack O'hare (7665) has posed:
    "Oh a warrior culture, well."Theres a roll of the head left and right as he puzzles that one out. "The only Rabbits you have ever met have been soldiers, so that is the only portion of our culture you have seen. Only a very small percentage of us are soldiers, so I'd describe us rather as a sub-culture. Generally I'd say we're more agrarian, I mean by galactic standards this home is nothing. By our standards it's rather idyllic, we're always gathering seedlings to fuss with. Even Rabbits of -very- low standing keep a few plants, I'm blessed with a garden of my own and greenery surrounding my little plot of land."

Adam Warlock has posed:
A smile returns to Adam Warlock's face. He nods deeply, "I am glad that your people have found such a way of life. Agrarian lifestyles can be hard work, but it seems rewarding to me. Working with one's hands, reaping the benefits of that hard work, getting to build things with others." The man seems almost wistful as he speaks. "Perhaps in the future I could attempt to harvest specific plants for you. I have some knowledge of botany, but I would not want to take away the joy of discovery if you would prefer to do things yourself."

Blackjack O'hare (7665) has posed:
    "Seedstock is always nice, but you don't need to bother with any of that."He rolls to his feet with a stretch, leading on to the back door before nudging it open and waving on to follow. "There are some, religious underpinnings to the harvest. The Church of The Probable Outcome(COTPO), tells us that we should roll our own dice and use only our own means to better ourselves."

    There aren't big fences or anything, but the division between the little yards is clear enough. Blackjack's got something of a theme it would seem, bright red almost dayglow stalks covered in a mixture of extroidinarily nasty looking barbed thorns and large white flowers. Neat little budding fruit already forming, but apparently not ready to harvest. "Found these on a colony job years ago, pretty good eating and rather pretty. Just uh, don't touch. The sting is rather painful and tends to linger for a few days, they're quite well defended."