3.0 Minimus' first thoughts upon seeing the box of decorations is not "lovely holiday decor", but a recollection of the cloaking devices the Lost Light used many centuries ago. They must be near a hostile planet. Why else would Viveca send these to them?
"Everyone, take a container!" He barks out an order. "I will tend to the hallways!" With wreaths, strings of lights, and chains of pine branches tucked in a box, Minimus carries his supplies on his head and briskly walks into the farthest corners of the ship. Even being among the taller of the crew, he can't reach the ceilings. They must be careful to cover every surface, these strings of holly should work.
The lights are evenly spaced along the wall - all the better to cover their movement equally. There should be enough for the lived-in area, but with an actual tree instead of a cloaking device, will this actually protect them?
6.0 If you are fortunate, your receive a message with two page's worth of literary analysis for what appears to be an Earth epic poem. If not...
Could you come to my room and help me decorate? The ceiling is too high for me to hang the lights.
If we finish early, your place will be next. Would you be open to me staying the night with you?
He's such a romantic. Megatron is sure to accept this date invitation.
9.0 The small robot nabs Minimus's attention - a fellow mechanical being who appears to be sentient, if his personality indicates anything, and who is dedicated to keeping his area pristine even when unoccupied.
"Yes, we are looking for-" M-O beeps at him angrily. "My apologies." How careless of him! Minimus pulls his foot away from the spot the little bot had been furiously scrubbing. "I must say, you have the best standards I've seen in centuries."
The least he can do is to wipe his feet before he enters again. And then wipe them again. The level of hatred the robot has for tracked-in dirt has his full respect. "What material is that made of?" He asks, completely ignoring the rest of their investigation.
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Minimus' first thoughts upon seeing the box of decorations is not "lovely holiday decor", but a recollection of the cloaking devices the Lost Light used many centuries ago. They must be near a hostile planet. Why else would Viveca send these to them?
"Everyone, take a container!" He barks out an order. "I will tend to the hallways!" With wreaths, strings of lights, and chains of pine branches tucked in a box, Minimus carries his supplies on his head and briskly walks into the farthest corners of the ship. Even being among the taller of the crew, he can't reach the ceilings. They must be careful to cover every surface, these strings of holly should work.
The lights are evenly spaced along the wall - all the better to cover their movement equally. There should be enough for the lived-in area, but with an actual tree instead of a cloaking device, will this actually protect them?
6.0
If you are fortunate, your receive a message with two page's worth of literary analysis for what appears to be an Earth epic poem. If not...
Could you come to my room and help me decorate? The ceiling is too high for me to hang the lights.
If we finish early, your place will be next. Would you be open to me staying the night with you?
He's such a romantic. Megatron is sure to accept this date invitation.
9.0
The small robot nabs Minimus's attention - a fellow mechanical being who appears to be sentient, if his personality indicates anything, and who is dedicated to keeping his area pristine even when unoccupied.
"Yes, we are looking for-" M-O beeps at him angrily. "My apologies." How careless of him! Minimus pulls his foot away from the spot the little bot had been furiously scrubbing. "I must say, you have the best standards I've seen in centuries."
The least he can do is to wipe his feet before he enters again. And then wipe them again. The level of hatred the robot has for tracked-in dirt has his full respect. "What material is that made of?" He asks, completely ignoring the rest of their investigation.
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