Log:Dinner on the Run, Scene 2

Dinner on the Run 2019/09/20 	 Artemis Blok Chen Chyoode Swarmer Victory Voyager Hnonjink Hnam

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Victory says to the gathered heroes in the conference room at Starguard, "So...here's the situation. As some of you know, there were some contraband alien creatures that got loose a few weeks ago here in the Alien District. They were legal to have on planet for food purposes if already deceased. There were live animals, brought in by the chef Hnonjink Hnam, for hte restaurant Seven Stars. The animals were rounded up, and Starguard's bureaucracy went to deal with the situation."

Victory continues, "The animals are called 'Uvzos', and they have a hallucinogenic effect on humans when they lick us, basically. That was causing all kinds of issues, as you might imagine. Starguard dispatched the liaisons and legal folks from Eta and Zeta to go talk to the chef and the restaurant. Everyone came back...well, shaking with fear."

Chen smiles in recollection.

Artemis is making good on her promise to Swarmer that the uvzos would not be harmed. It's one of the few reasons she'd sit still in a conference room. "Fear? From a chef?" Artemis asks, amused.

Victory adds, "This is a popular five-star restaurant, so Delta wasn't sent in. Armored commandos going in guns blazing might be deemed as...overkill. That lets it fall to Gamma. We can...in theory...be more diplomatic. We are intending to head in, and speak with the chef about the situation. And if necessary, take him in to custody. I am hoping it doesn't come to that."

Blok says, "Not want to hurt anyone."

Chen chuckles, "You haven't met Hnam, have you? He's a chef. Typically hot tempered. And a big brute. Very intimidating."

Swarmer is perched on the head of Artemis, megaphone in hand. "The Swarm does not get deterred by the number of stars within a restaurant!" her tiny voice is heard.

Victory looks at his notes, "Aside from that, details are sketchy. I don't know if the agents sent in were scared by the chef or somethign else he's keeping there for serving to aliens. Could be either."

"The Swarm will not be deterred by what sorcery this chef makes use of!" Swarmer declares. "The Swarm sees all things and hears all things and eats all of the things!"

Chen speaks up, "As well as Hnam, there are aliens of several other species working at the restaurant."

The Voyager Intelligence watches the informational briefing with great interest, learning a great many things about Humans- both cultrally and now physiologically. The entity can count this day a success already because it had been looking for a way to scout out the local StarGuard base for its own personal reasons. It had not yet considered volunteering to assist in an operation until the message was spread on HeroNet.

It chimed in what it is sure the humans would describe as glee as it made its way to the Alien District and on to the base.

Having little experience with life on Earth it watches quietly from the back. It is most excited to see how humans officially interact with alien species.

Chen says, "Don't ask me which species. I don't know. But I can show you what they look like."

Chen morphs into a duplicate of one of the other aliens in the restaurant kitchen.

Chen looks lizardish, scaled red tinted skin, six limbs equally spaced along the torso.

Also nine feet tall.

Blok looks down at Chen.

Victory looks up at Chen, "I think...I'm inclined to wait and see on that kind of thing. We can deal with it as we come to it."

Chen changes back to her 'usual' form.

Swarmer continues riding the head of Artemis to location. For it is the apex of the world's only worthy giant.

Blok is ready

"Now when you say...'diplomatic'..." Artemis starts to ask as if about to ask what that means as they prepare.

The Voyager Intelligence confirms its readiness with a nod towards Victory.

Chen nods.

Victory walks up to the front door in costume, wanting to be as official as possible. He says to Artemis, "You don't know what 'diplomatic' means?" He chuckles. "Of course. Umm...it means, trying to deal with the problem by talking, in this case. If we can get him to follow our instructions AND make him think it's his own idea, then all the better." He heads up to the door, and knocks on it.

"There are types of diplomacy. Some are with a show of force," Artemis explains. She's at least kept her sword sheathed and her shield is not yet deployed. "Oh, the talking diplomacy. Yes, my Brother is the one who does that."

"Now that I can be properly heard I can provide this diplomacy you seek!" Swarmer offers via megaphone.

A face appears at the door - human looking, apart from the deep green, mottled deep blue, skin, purple eyes and silver hair. Wade recognises her at once. "Sorry, we're closed," she mouths through the door's window.

Victory holds up his Starguard badge for the person inside. "Just here for official business."

Swarmer ensures Victory's words can be seen by speech bubble.

The Model 9 chimes helpfully and says quietly to Artemis, "Diplomacy: Using or marked by tact and sensitivity in dealing with others. Though your sword is very nice- I fear it is not the tool for todays efforts."

Chyoode opens the door. "Hey, Wade! Long time no see! What's up?"

Artemis glances to Voyager and smiles. "We shall see on that, Robot Friend," she says merrily.

Victory smiles, "Hi, Chyoode. I didn't realize you worked here. This is official business, I'm afraid. About the recent Uvzo incident."

Chyoode is dressed in what appears to be a waitress's uniform.

Chen grins and high-fives Chynode, "Hi. It's been ages. I deliver here and never seen you. Where have you been hiding?"

"This party has come to non-violently ask questions regarding undesirable products and the fearful repelling of other non-violent question asking parties!" Swarmer informs.

"Oh, not more on that!" says Chyoode, as she high-fives with Chen. "I haven't been working here for long. I've been offworld. Lost my scholarship: too much partying, not enough studying. I'm back now, but I've got to work to pay the bills...."

Victory nods to Chyoode. "Afraid so. The legal and liaison folks weren't able to deal with things. Apparently they were scared off. So...we were asked to come over to see what's up. Sorry to be a bother for you."

Artemis glances up at Swarmer and over at Voyager. "Is the high fives part of diplomacy?" she whispers. She is SO asking the wrong people.

Chen laughs, "Need there, kind of. You need to meet Master Chung. He has great success in developing a study discipline in people. Also a bamboo cane."

"I have not yet begun to become a bother!" Swarmer declares.

Chyoode says, "Really, it shouldn't be a trouble. They've tightened up security on the cages, I know - they won't escape again!"

Swarmer hears the word cages and immediately sets out to locate such confining devices.

Blok says, "More uvzos?"

A waiter, or something, is tidying up the room while you talk. He's kind of a humanoid porcupine. Spikes everywhere, almost.

"Perhaps. I have seen it across a number of human sociological strata. It defies age, nation & religion though I must admit it is a great mystery to me. One facet of that mystery is how high up the social strata does it go? Are deals between nation states sealed with the High-Five or is there some other ritual at hand?" The Voyager Intelligence says.

Quietly it says, "I believe I would like to perform the high five some day."

Artemis looks to Voyager. "Today is that day." She raises her hand up and waits for it to prepare itself.

Chyoode shrugs, "I don't know. I just work here, you know?"

Victory sighs a bit at the mention of there still being live uvzos in the establishment. "Can we speak to the owner?"

The Model 9 android cocks it head in surprise and then lifts its right hand into the sky- very carefully measuring the distances and angles required.

It chimes happily and engages new 'High-Five' protocols on MAXIMUM as it has seen the humans do!

Chyoode says, "With Chef? He's around - but I warn you, he doesn't like to be disturbed in his break...."

Victory nods. "I appreciate the warning. Thank you. But I also figured that comign here while there were diners in the establishment would be worse."

Artemis whispers to Voyager, "Now you raise your hand and smack mine as hard as you can. That is how it is done."

Chyoode calls to the porcupine guy, "Hey, Xxo, can you show them to Chef's office? I've got to run to class...."

Xxo comes over. "Please, step this way, gentlebeings."

"ACTIVATING 'High-Five' now!" The Model 9 says as its arm shifts subtly to ensure it hits with all due force.

Its lifted arm's indicator lights begin glowing red as it's motor functions are supercharged as it follows Artemis' command exactly, swinging its hand at her upraised hand as hard as it is able without causing permanent structural damage to itself.

Victory smiles and nods to Xxo. "Thank you. I appreciate it." He then follows along. He doesn't realize that Swarmer has apparently forgotten what happened last time the animals got free.

There's a loud smack as Artemis and Voyager high five with super strength. She seems fine. "Well done!" Artemis compliments, then looks towards the others. "Ah, time to be diplomatic with others. Come!" She follows along.

The Model 9 chimes happily as it finds this day filled with success!

It too follows along.

Blok stays close to Victory and Chen

Chen tells Voyager, "Do that with a normal human and you'll break their hand. You need to moderate the strength you use to the person you are high-fiving." She then gives Artemis a scowl of disapproval.

Artemis hasn't even noticed Swarmer has flown off the top of her head.

Artemis doesn't seem to be paying attention to Chen's scowl, thinking all is right and orderly. She's also trying to review all the diplomatic things Nohrbor says, but every time she tries to recall details, there's just...nothing.

Xxo leads you into the back, not toward the kitchens but toward an office. "He's in there!" he says, and scuttles off, not wanting to be present when you knock!

Blok says, "Blok knock?"

Victory shakes his head, "I can do it. But thatnk you for offering, Blok. Let's hope this remains calm and quiet. Ish." He heads up and knocks on the door.

The Model 9 looks at Chen with surprise that is not at all visible in its physical form. "Cursory scans of my onboard dataset confirms this. Though-" It chimes. "QUERY: If this Unit is to perform the 'High Five' maneuver correctly how can it be done both as hard as it can be done & without injury to others? I very much enjoyed this human custom and would like for there to be others."

From the kitchen area, Swarmer's tiny voice via megaphone is heard: "Greetings, Giants! I come seeking the cages! Show them to me!"

"Mragh? Hnassy! What is it?" roars a voice from within the room.

Victory says to the door, "My name is Wade Lockwood. Victory. I'm from Starguard Gamma. I wanted to speak to you about the Uvzos you're keeping here." He mostly expects the door to swing open harshly now.

Chen gives Voyager a nod of approval, "Good question. I'd advise using no more strength then is suited for a normal unless you have knowledge the other person can take a stronger high-five without injury. Also, using more strength than the other peson is happy with can be viewed as a hostile response by them."

"Starguard again? Go away! I've already explained!" roars the voice.

Victory takes a deep breath. "I'm afraid your explanation didn't get into any reports. The agents sent here were too scared to report accurately. I will not leave until you speak to me."

The plasma-creature crackles something unintelligible and shoots an extension of itself at Swarmer.

The Model 9's single optical sensor looks at Chen impassively as it considers her words and modifies its High-Five protocol's programming. "This custom is even more complex than this Unit had considered. Now I believe I understand why it is held in such high regard among humans." It says before adding after a moment of consideration, "Thank you for your Clarification. I believe I also now understand the human phrase, 'Never as good as the first time'."

Artemis stands to the side and just behind Victory as they prepare. She remains quiet and contemplative. "I did not know you could throw your voice, Swarmer," she comments. "Swarmer?" She glances up and suddenly realizes she's not on her head anymore.

Chen unthinkingly says, "I wouldn't know." Then glances over at Victory hoping Hnam's bellowing prevented Victory from hearing that.

The door flies open, and Hnonjink Hnam himself is there. He's a rust-coloured, scaly, hippopotamus-sized being with a couple of trunklike tentacles coming out of his face - one of which holds the doorknob. "They didn't report? How stupid are they?!"

Victory looks up at the chef, "I'm afraid I don't know the answer to that question. I suspect you scared them witless, so it might not be a matter of intelligence, but one of...intestinal fortitude?"

Hnam makes a strange noise from somewhere in the hind reaches of his body. A laugh? A grunt? "Well I'll tell you what I told them. I am /not/ serving frozen uvzo. Period."

As the source of the bellowing comes out and makes itself appearent it then registers in Model 9's awareness as a possible threat.

It turns hips-first, then the upper body follows as it engages Sentry Mode.

It begins making its way towards the perceived threat slowly as it is unsure where the others rate and now fears that anything short of a high-five may cause its new allies harm.

It tries to move in a non-threatening manner.

Swarmer shouts "You will not add a pixie to your culinary servings!" Swarmer declares by megaphone, avoiding the assault upon her. "I ask only one more time before a reckoning is loosed upon this realm! SHow me the cages!"

Victory hears something and says to the others, "Please go check out that disturbance." He turns back to the chef, "If you don't want to serve frozen uvzos, then it won't be on your menu at all. Live uvzos are not allowed on the planet."

Artemis hears Swarmer's claims and assumes she's in danger. She starts to move towards the shouts, hand on the hilt of her sword. But she doesn't draw it yet. "If any harm has come to my Little Friend," she warns as she makes her way to Swarmer.

THe Model 9 turns and immediately begins making its way mechanically unaware that the little pixie it had met previously is in danger. Still it moves in her direction seeking to maintain the peace & learn more about humans.

Blok says, "Also Blok's Little Friend."

Chen stays with Victory. She knows how volatile Hnam's temper is.

Voyager hears Artemis well enough to recognize that this 'little friend' is Swarmer, the metallically-challenged sprite he encountered previously.

After having saved her itself he shifts into a more dexterous mode and attempts to inject itself between Swarmer and whatever is attempting to ho her harm.

The Android holds out its hands and says, "HALT! All sentient lifeforms are protected under numerous local and federal Earth laws. Causing undo harm to this being will be recorded and reported as required by those laws."

Apart from the plasma creature that is stretching toward the pixie, there are several people (or maybe?) in the room. One is the 6-limbed lizard Chen described. There are a couple of animate jello puddles And on the ceiling is a dodecapus, which is chopping up vegetable with eight of its limbs which dangle down.

Voyager stands firmly between the plasma being and Swarmer.

The dodecapus reaches to grab the pixie with one of its spare limbs.

The ridiculously dextrous 12-limbed creature misses the pixie, just. Good thing it wasn't giving her its full attention!

Swarmer manages to duck the second attacker too! "PREPARE YOURSELVES FOR THE RECKONING!" her voice somehow goes to such shrill intensity that it can only be represented in text form by underline bold all-caps.

Victory remains with the chef, not wanting to turn his back just yet, given the chef's reputation. Wade had said somethign moments ago which might set him off, after all. Or it could be the chaos in the kitchen, which he can tell now is likely caused by Swarmer. Wade is learning an important lesson here. Pick who goes with you on missions more carefully, because some...will be a detriment.

Hnam seems as much astonished as angry. Though still angry. "Not serve uvzo? Uvzo a la Hninch is my signature dish! People come light years for a taste!"

Chen sighs, "Sounds like the kitchen is getting too hot. I'll stay here and keep Hnam company, Victory, if you want to go and try to restore some semblence of order. Hnam won't give me any trouble. Because if he does his spice and herb deliveries dry up."

Hnam's face contracts in a sort of scowl, probably, at Chen. "You wouldn't!"

The Android continues trying to be diplomatic.

"Your continued attempts to attack this sapient lifeform will not go unpunished. She and the other non-staff members present are here at StarGuard's behest." It explains as it waves its arms in front of the plasma being.

Chen grins, "Try me. My grandfather has exclusive import agreements for several of the spices you use."

Victory nods to Hnam, "Unless you can negotiate an exception with Starguard, you won't serve fresh Uvzos. Period. And scaring away the people responsible for negoatiating stuff like that...will mean no exception is made." He shrugs, "Your choice. My job is to enforce the laws."

Victory nods to Chen as well, "I'll check it out."

Artemis strides into the kitchen, deploying her shield, but not yet drawing her sword. She takes in the chaos and sees that Swarmer is unharmed, so her code of honor doesn't require her to start fighting. Yet. She tries channeling her brother. "Peace! We came merely to speak and right wrongs, not to war. Though War you may have if you will not listen to Victory's inquiries." She looks to Swarmer. "My friend, we will keep the uvzos safe, and may do so without wounding anyone this day." She extends her free hand, open and palm up. "Please, do calm yourself and we shall take care of this together. This may frighting the uvzos."

"The reckoning shall be most peaceful!" Swarmer declares. She is already inclined to heed Artemis's words.

"Stupid Earth bureaucracy!" fumes Hnam. "What do those bureaucrats understand about the culinary arts? They should mind their own business!"

Chen points out to Hnam, "They are. Their planet. Their rules. Their business."

Victory runs downstairs, back toward the kitchen...managing to get inside the room to see what's going on. "Everyone...Stand down! This serves no purpose!" He directs his voice not only to the kitchen staff, but also toward his allies. "Swarmer, I don't know what your problem is, but we're going to have a conversation about it. Later." His voice sounds...harsh, with an edge to it.

Blok adds to Chen's comment, "Live uzvos deemed harmful to humans."

"Damn humans! I'll take my business elsewhere if they don't appreciate my art. The Earth President will just have to live without her htifishpah and htohf!"

The kitchen staff seem to be impressed by Victory to some extent, too, even if they don't all understand.

THe Model 9 prototype stops its movements entirely, holding its pose perfectly still as its attention is squared on Victory.

Blok holds (backing up Chen)

"I have come seeking the cages and directed the giants present to show the cages to me!" Swarmer informs Victory. "No fewer than two of the giants have attempted to take hold of me, no doubt to add to some heinous culinary dish!"

The more immediate problem sinks into Hnam's brain. "My kitchen! Get out of there - NOW!" He charges toward it.

Chen morphs to turtle and braces herself, staying in Hnam's path.

Blok roots himself to the ground, also staying in Hnam's path (Clinging active)

The Model 9 does as it was told and remains in its previous, non-threatening position though it worries as it lies in the path of this angry alien.

Chen sets herself clinging to the floor and grabbing hold of the walls as she braces against Hnam's motion.

Hnam is rather surprised to find himself stopped almost before he started, by someone much smaller. Looks like it hurt him more too. "Get out of my way - they're in my kitchen!" he snarls.

The quivering jello puddles merge into a single quivering jello-puddle, of almost human volume.

The six-limbed lizard hisses something - but otherwise makes no move.

Chen stands her ground with ease, not budging as Hnam slams into her. "Calm down, Hnam. Because you're big, slow, and nowhere near as strong as I can be. All this is going to get you is bruises."

The dodecapus drops its knives and reach out its limbs toward everyone in the room - but doesn't touch. It makes wagging moves back and forth.

Swarmer flits away from the dodecapus, sensing the most prominent threat to herself being that, even under the Godflora's mighty orders. A reckoning she promised, and a reckoning she provides!

A large part of the kitchen's culinary options become potato, stewed vegetables and a wide variety of tofu. The spices? they become Salt. Lots and lots of salt. Other than in containers of the bane metal, cooking pots of the bane metal contents. Food and spices within those are spared.

"Behold the peacful reckoning!" Swarmer announces proudly.

The dodecapus grabs for the pixie after all, since clearly hostilities haven't ceased despite its efforts! And the pest may be sentient, but clearly is still a pest of the worst sort!

10 tentacles converge on the pixie, but, miraculously, none catch her.

Chen just stays where she is waiting for Hnam to either cool down or do something stupid, like try to get past her.

Blok takes more pictures

Voyager says, "This Pixie has done nothing to deserve this continued acrimony! PLease stand down." It says firmly after chiming angrily as its targetting systems get a bump in power from its auxillary systems.

Related indicator ligths all turn shades of red or orange then it grabs a nearby pot, hanging from a hook and hurls it at the gelatinous goo-man with just enough force to be a warning shot.

Even with all the grabby, Swarmer does not appear to be distressed by the situation. For Artemis is here!

The pot ends up inside the gelatinous creature, seemingly without harming it.

The kitchen staff member who seems to consist of plasma contained in force fields (or maybe looks like a fire elemental to those of a more magical background) decides to have another crack at roasting the little pest, since the attempt to bring peace seems to have failed.

"Cease this!" Artemis demands as she sees the plasma creature try to attack Swarmer with something more harmful. She tries to interpose herself, but isn't fast enough!

Swarmer manages to continue to baffle the kitchen staff with her sheer tininess!

"You are fortunate that this has been declared a situation of no war!" Swarmer megaphonically informs. "I shall bring no wrath upon you for this affront to the Godflora's decree!"

Victory is...pissed when he sees Swarmer still being antagonistic, making this already tense situation worse by an order of magnitude. He seems to snap in a way that few have seen before, and certainly none of those present have seen it. He seems to channel an inner drill sergeant or Gordon Ramsay as he stalks over toward Swarmer, "Get the out of this kitchen! I swear, I will < bleeping > throw you out myself, if I need to! This is your ONLY warning! If this falls apart, it WILL BE YOUR FAULT because you can't follow orders! And I will not tolerate that. Move your ! " He turns and points to Voyager, "You too! You're making the situation worse! Get out!" He growls, "Everyone who came here with me, out of the kitchen!"

Artemis ends her dive on the ground on her side. "Swarmer, this is only serving to delay the freeing of the uvzos," she tries to get the pixie to calm down.

Swarmer visibly winces as the giant comes bearing down on her for no reason she understands! She had been dutifully not-violent. She held the Swarm back, because that was very clearly not to be called upon, and even though she nearly called upon it, she did not call upon it! Her megaphone drops to the floor as she flits away as quickly as she can fly.

Hnam amazingly manages to calm down. "Please, you have to let me go - Hkaz knows what they're doing to my kitchen!:

Chen nods and steps aside, following Hnam into the kitchen.

Blok follows Hnam and Chen to the kitchen.

"THis Unit is afraid it has misunderstood something vital." THe Voyager Intelligence says as its servos make a sad accompanying sound as it turns and moves to the area outside of the kitchen as directed.

Things seem to be calming down, once Victory has given his own people a dressing-down - at least until Hnam gets a sight of the food. He promptly flies into a rage, shouting at the top of his lungs in an alien language, and starts charging the closest person in the kitchen.

Chen extends her arms, all four of them, attempting to restrain the once again enraged Hnam.

Victory raises a hand and says to the chef...and the other kitchen staff. He tries to regain his composure, "The food was altered by a fairie. Try touching it with a cast-iron skillet. I don't know for sure if it'll work, but it might." He points to a skillet to indicate what to do.

Chen grabs the charging Hnam. "We had this conversation once. Now calm down."

The dodecapus grabs lots of iron objects at once, and soon has all the food restored to how it should be - which is enough to calm Hnam down.

Well, calm is a relative thing. "Get the hrunk out of my kichen - or I'll tell the EarthPres about this next time she's in...."

Victory also relaxes noticeably as the food changes back. He nods to the chef in agreement, and he tries to help usher people out. He doesn't speak again while the kitchen is cleared of interlopers, but it's clear he's still very, very, angry.

Victory also picks up the mini-megaphone and hands it to Artemis to return to Swarmer later.

The plasma critter glows angrily, though the dodecapus gives a friendly goodbye wave.

No entry for 'blob ejects the pan from its body, all clean.'

The blob ejects the pan from its body, all clean.

Dreamgirl says, "That's better," says Hnam, once everyone is out of the kitchen."

Swarmer flitted away, at the fastest she could go, which is twice as fast once she has some momentum built up!

Victory seems much calmer outside the kitchen. He says to Hnam. "I must apologize for the incident in your kitchen." He pauses, "I will working to make sure that something like that doesnt' happen again. Apparently one of the other aliens to this work, a faerie, wants to free your uvzos. That's what we need to avoid having happen. We can't have them running around loose."

Artemis picks herself up off the floor, her shield, retracting into her bracer. She watches Swarmer flit away in haste and looks concerned. She looks to Victory, accepts the minimegaphone, and merely nods before heading out of the kitchen. She looks around for Swarmer as she emerges, expecting to see her there.

The sightings of Swarmer have become much scarcer.

"Grngh. I wonder if she was the one who released them in the first place." mutters Hnam. She's not welcome here again - ever!

Victory shrugs, "That I do not know, for sure. I'm here to just make sure the rules are followed. There are three options. 1) Serve frozen uvzo. 2) Don't serve uvzo at all. 3) Work out a deal with Starguard regarding it, trying to get an exemption. That means not scaring the hell out of the administrative folks."

Victory says, "If you cannot make a deal, then you're going to have to go with either option 1 or option 2."

"Swarmer? Where have you gone, my Little Friend?" Artemis asks at a calm, soothing tone as she looks about, not realiziing how far she's flown.

The Model 9 prototype leaves as well, setting itself back to observer mode as it tries to recall what just happened and where things went wrong.

Artemis tries to still listen to what's going on down in the kitchen with her super hearing.

Hnam makes that funny noise from his aft regions again. "Then send folk who aren't so spooked by phlobs and harazzes! But I'll do as you advise. Clearly it will be less trouble in the long run."

Victory nods to Hnam, "Again, I'm sorry to have inconvenienced your staff today. Hopefully some kind of compromise can be made. We'd like you to be able to continue here."

Chen takes an opportunity when it arises to whisper to Victory, "You were a bit hard on Voyager. He was trying his best and just following the lead of others who should have known better."

Artemis closes her hand around the tiny megaphone as she fails to find Swarmer. "Sona, have you the ability to track?"

Hnam nod. "See to to it that it doesn't happen again. And I'll talk to the bureaucrats."

Victory nods to Hnam, "Will do." On the way out, he nods to Chen. "I likely was. I mostly lost it because after I ordered folks to stand down, Swarmer still mucked with the food, causing another cascade of fighting. In the end, I'm responsible for the people I brought in here. It's on my shoulders. All of this...what happened here...is on me. I'm the one who's doing to have to deal with repercussions."

Voyager shakes its head. "I am afraid 'tracking' is not part of my prototype dataset. This Unit apologizes that it cannot assist!" It informs in a chipper voice despite its internal strife. "It seems my programming is incomplete to assist MetaHumans!" It laments, still using that happy voice that tested so well with the Model 7s.

Victory does say to Voyager once they're outside, "I apologize for being so harsh. I just wanted to deal with the situation as quickly as possible. It was important to me that hostilities ceased."

"On that, I can relate," Artemis chuckles slightly to Voyager.

Blok says, "Nobody hurt. That is good."

Artemis starts to float off the ground as gravity relinquishes it's hold on her. "I should seek out Swarmer. I still must keep my word to her."

The Model 9 Prototype turns towards Victory. "This Unit understands. My behavior was not within acceptable operative boundaries. I misread the situation, foregoing diplomacy in favor of protecting teammate. Though I am still unsure what it is that caused the second series of violent actions that this Unit responded to so poorly. The Pixie did not take the food stuffs."