So... What's your story? Why you here on this island?

>>946340
Those mistakes were to make Rakkani aware of services they didn't have a chance to advertise, yet. Their 1000 credit apology is nothing but more encouragement to use their services, to make Rakkani want to sell more of herself.

>>946289
Discuss teaching one another your languages. It will probably take time but immersion and need will speed that up.

Apologize for your sudden involvement in his life. Then ask how you can make things right.

Ask him how he got on this shitty island. How long has he been here?
How big is his dick?

Ask him how he got on this shitty island. How long has he been here?
How big is his dick?

>>946293
>You want to save your friend who is now indebted to 3M, and you need a lot of credits to do that.
It might help to tell Sib the amount we need so that he understands how much we're going to need.

>>946351
>Teach each other's language
Gonna be kinda hard to do when everything is being autotranslated and the translation is the only thing we can hear.

>>946381
Can we turn the translator off and on? That would make language learning easier.

>>946352
>>946341
do these!

also try not to think about his impressively proportioned testicles.

>For safety and security reasons, the neurochip does not allow such drastic alteration to physiological state.
At least they have SOME limits...

>experience a sponsored 3M dream
Truly, ad agencies know no bounds. Though if you get paid to watch ad dreams, you might get Litoko back faster...

>The tag was a mistake.
If you really hate the tag, summon "Fair Exchange". If they're uncooperative, you can still get rid of the tag. Just rip the ear off. It'll grow back. You might even keep getting credits, there's still some brain in the ear.

>free 5-night trial of the Dream Nexus
Four more nights of free translation. Incompetence? Clever ploy to get you using more 3M services? Whatever the cause, it's at least somewhat in your favor.

>He's not quite pronouncing my name right
Yeah, it's Rakkani, not Rakani.

>questions
Beyond what everyone else asked,
What are his goals?
What skills does he have, especially survival skills?
From what "Fair Exchange" said, your full name is Sib Nanip, and your language is Kaurban. Is that correct?
What is your species called?
Can your kind visit the dreams of others, and if so, is it similar to neumono dream sharing?

>>946488
IIRC, neumono ears do not have any brain matter in them, since they are meant to be expendable.

>>946503
If I remember my asteroid quest correctly, they should actually have a tiny amount of brain matter in them.

Still impressive that the thing can network dream sharing with such a tenuous connection none the less.

Huh, did his sack get bigger? It might just be how it's framed, and the fact that we've avoided looking there, but it really does seem a bit different. Try not to stare, I guess.

Aside from that, and what everyone else has covered, ask Sib what we can do to help. We have some temporary clear communication, so we need to establish his plans for survival and long term, and what role we might play in them. We also have a lot on our plate, so having some work ready for us will help take our mind off the crushing despair of everything.

Well the obvious one is "Wanna fuck?", but we're not gonna actually say that so ask him what he knows about the merchant assholes.

1/6 Rakkani 2020/03/07(Sat)20:29 No. 958467 ID: 9998d3
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>sib's genitals
Yeah I don't get what the dangling pouch thing is about, it's not really doing anything for me. It'd be like, I dunno, seeing a dude with a fuzzy dick, it's just odd. A little offputting, even. Besides, I'm not so starved for attention I want to pounce on him or anything. If anything I just feel tired.
...And I'm asleep.
Well. That's an issue. Maybe I'll feel less tired when I wake up? I hope.

>turn translator on or off
I'm not certain either of us can do that, given I'm not sure whatever's making us intelligible is working at the level of language like that.

>a million questions
"So how did you end up here? How long?"
"<Here?>"
"This island."
"<Ah. Yes.>" His ears droop and he looks troubled. "<This island. About a [month]. I did not have a lot of choice. A bad situation. A very bad situation.>" He pauses, and stares into the sky. "<And now I'm here.>"
"What situation?"

Sib's ears droop. "<I'd rather not talk about it. I'm sorry.>"

"Let me tell you how I got here, then. I was on a ship." He doesn't need to know everything before that. "Something went wrong, and I ended up on an escape shuttle that flew unguided into this island. I lost a lot of my memories, and only recently regained them."
"<We came here the same way, then.>" He tilts his head a little as he looks into the sky. "<Were you being pursued?>"
"I... hm. Someone was actively trying to attack the ship. It came out of nowhere."

Sib nods quietly. "<Are you the last of your kind?>"
"...uh... no, no I'm not. No, not really. I'm just, well, it's hard to explain. Family problems, I guess."

2/6 Rakkani 2020/03/07(Sat)20:30 No. 958468 ID: 9998d3
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I hear the gentle crunch of snow underfoot, and turn behind me to see what looks like another member of Sib's species.
Probably a female based on that image I saw Sib looking at before. A little pudgy I think. Maybe? I don't know what fat patterning is supposed to look like on aliens unless she's-- oh.

We make brief eye contact and her ears rise, as she freezes into place.

A cold wind blows in the tense silence that follows as she looks at and around me.

She looks between me and Sib, and walks towards Sib, keeping an eye and at least two ears on me at all times.
"<Who is this?>"

3/6 Rakkani 2020/03/07(Sat)20:30 No. 958469 ID: 9998d3
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"<Kui! Kui, I am sorry, I was distracted. I met a new friend today.>" He waves a hand at me. "<This is Rakani. I don't know what her species is, but she seems very similar to us. Impressive healing capabilities, though. So impressive they seem to eat their own body parts like it means nothing.>"
"It's... it's a survival tactic, we store emergency resources in our ears, and they do grow back, yes."

The new arrival, Kui, hugs Sib in a long passionate embrace that has me awkwardly shifting around on my feet until they stop.

"<Rakani, this is my bonded-mate Kui.>"
Kui reluctantly leaves the hug and looks at me again, and I can't read alien expressions very well with their lack of empathy but some undercurrent of this dreamspace tells me she views me with suspicion. At first I wonder if it's jealousy (maybe a little egocentric, I'll admit, but I know aliens can be touchy about this sort of thing), but before I can figure it out she walks a little closer to me, hesitant, all ears raised. I get the impression this is something of a gesture of willing to hear me out but not immediately accepting me, like, uh... like... I don't know, empathy kind of clears that ambiguity up for neumono.

"<Rakani,>" she says. My name's not-- well, close enough, whatever, the long vowel might not be something in their language. "<I am Kui as has been said.>"

She pauses, and I don't know if it's because she has nothing further to say or if she can't think of anything to say.

Sib hugs her again and rubs his hands over her ears. "<We have been through a lot. This is the only place we can speak and touch.>"
"Did something happen to her?"
Sib pauses and sighs, and Kui looks taken aback, before staring angrily up at the sky. Sib tries to calm her with more massaging of her ears and shoulders.

"<She-->" starts Sib, before Kui starts talking at me forcefully.
"<I'm fine! I'm healthy!>" she shouts in frustration. "<I just can't wake up. I'm trapped here. Supposedly I can go wherever my heart desires in this electronic dream world, but I don't want cold mechanical dreamlands, I want to wake up!>"

4/6 Rakkani 2020/03/07(Sat)20:30 No. 958470 ID: 9998d3
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Sib looks like he might start crying. "<There is nothing fair about this,>" he says. "<She's right next to me, I sleep next to her, I wake up and feel her fur on mine, but she's stuck here, sealed away.>"

An icy monolith emerges from the ground, one of its sides a mirror sheen. Through the surface of the monolith, I see a room inside the strange pod I'm sleeping in. A room like the bedroom I'm in, with Sib sleeping restlessly on a bed, and Kui there with... a lot of tubes extending from her. There are the sounds of mechanical ventilation and what sounds like a subdued song I can't place, a central refrain that doesn't really alter itself by a lot.

Dream Kui is shaking as she buries herself into Dream Sib. "<Sometimes, sometimes I can feel you, Sib, and that's all that keeps me going. You're all I have.>"
"<We're all we have,>" says Sib, turning around and hugging Kui some more. "<I'm doing all I can. 3M said they can fix you. This, I believe. They can. They just aren't. Maybe they won't. But I have a plan, Kui. I have a plan.>"
"<I know you do, but you can't, Sib, you can't risk yourself, please. Please.>" She rubs her stomach. "<Someone needs to be awake.>"

I reach up to my face and brush a tear away I didn't even notice shedding. I don't know how much of it is the sudden ambient emotion of this dreamscape and my sensitivity to it, and how much of it is resonating with my own feelings of frustrated loss and of those I treasure being kept away from me.

The monolith sinks back into the ice.

5/6 Rakkani 2020/03/07(Sat)20:31 No. 958472 ID: 9998d3
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The two finally are able to let go of each other, put each others' arms behind their backs, and look back to me.

Kui is the first to say something as she opens her eyes and raises her ears. "<Sib, I love you with all my heart, but you can be far too trusting too soon,>" she says, looking at me with some distrust again.
"<I did not have any choice,>" says Sib. "<Either I left her to be torn apart by the blood machines or I saved her life by bringing her here.>"
Kui nods, her ears falling a slight amount. "<I am sorry. I am maybe a little paranoid.>" She looks at me. "<You would understand if you were in my situation.>"
"I think I might already." The idea of being conscious while unable to move is starting to really get under my skin the more I think about it. But no, the worse thing would be not being able to reach out empathetically.

>tell Sib about Litoko
"We might have more in common than you think," I say. "3M is holding a dear friend of mine hostage, and I'm supposed to be the one to pay to let him go free."
Sib and Kui's ears raise and their eyes widen. Sib angrily kicks the ice. "<Those [redacted]! Well, now you know why I am not on friendly terms with them, yet must remain at least somewhat cordial. If they wanted they could-->" Sib pauses, looks at Kui, and stops. "<It is very important to me that I find a way to keep Kui alive that does not involve 3M's loaned machines. All the credit I earn goes to keeping Kui going. I am living off of the land to save spending anything unnecessarily. I'm just so afraid! 3M holds my bond-mate, best friend, other half, the most important life in the entire universe to me on a string they can pull back whenever they want!>"
Kui tilts her head, and grins at Sib. "<I would not worry about that too much, Sib. I have had a lot of time here. A lot of time to look at how they conduct their operations. A lot of time to plan a counter attack. And they know this, and I know they know this. And they know I know. The battle has already been fought, and I won. They can't try to shut me down without risking severe damage themselves.>"

Sib looks a little rattled but nods. "<If you ever need help-->"
"<You're still wearing the tag, yes?>"
"<Always.>"
"<Don't worry about me. I'm not the one at greatest risk. I'm still tracking the movements of the blood machines.>"
Sib looks like he wants to object, but doesn't.

>ask about goals, skills, species, dreamsharing
"Now that we've opened up to each other a little more, I still have some questions about who you two are and what your skills are. It's time for an exchange of information, while we can speak."
"<She doesn't speak Kaurban,>" says Sib to Kui.
"<She's speaking it fine?>"
"<That's something 3M are providing, apparently.>"
"<Ah. Those mental translators they hold in such high esteem, then.>"

>goals
"What are your goals?"
"<See Kui healed and awake. After that, design and construct a ship to leave this island. After that, find a safe place to raise a family.>"
Kui flicks her ears up. "<Sib said what I was going to say. Also, all of that, without losing Sib. What about you, Rakani?>"
"Get my--" I hesitate a little longer than I should. "Friend out of 3M's weird medical jail. His name is Litoko. After that, I... don't really know. 3M said something about building an outpost and maybe I'll do that. For my own reasons." I don't know what the hell I want. Off this island? I don't even know where I'd go anymore.

>skills
"I'm a very skilled botanist with a lot of knowledge of the plants of my homeworld, lots of alien flora, and some solid principles helping me in figure out how to make use of the local plantlife here. What sort of skills do you have?"
Kui looks around at the glaciers confusedly before realising what I mean.
"<Well when I was a kit I was fascinated by survival in the wilderness, which has now turned out to be the most useful fleeting phase of my young life so far, but my actual trade is [untranslated]. Hm. Making and designing and orchestrating swarms. Particles. Small tiny things. For different purposes, and it's turning out to be incredibly helpful as long as the [untranslated] keeps working. The power source is [untranslated] so it should last a while. I'm worried about what happens when I run out of materials, because there's not exactly a [untranslated] on this world, and it would take a lot of time to just try to invent one from first principles. I don't even think I could, it's very very complicated>"

I blink and stare.

"<That... your species has [untranslated], right?>"
"That's not even translating."
Kui interjects. "<The mind translators 3M make don't handle concepts that the receiving party doesn't understand due to lack of context. They have automatic tutors that they charge extra for for that.>"
"Ugh."
Kui tilts her head up in agreement, looking a little disgusted.
"Probably a good thing I'm not talking about neumono empathy then," I say.
Sib looks at me confused. "<Talking about what?>"
"Empathy?"
"<I didn't catch that, I just heard some machine voice tell me something didn't translate. I didn't think [untranslated] was that alien a concept. Huh.>"
"Empathy," I say, thinking about the concept of just understanding and feeling someone else's emotions. It's... I can't think about it like aliens can without thinking about it in neumono terms as hard as I try. It's the same concept again. Sib just flicks his ears in confusion.

"<I designed and trained machine intelligences,>" says Kui.
"I have no idea how that translated because I know absolutely nothing about AI."
"<I guess you know what it is! I also used to... uh...>" She shifts around and laughs nervously. "<I used to be something of a hacker in my adolescent years. I never really gave up poking at systems I wasn't supposed to look into, and to start with, the idea of all my life functions being taken care of for me and letting me focus on nothing but pure virtual existence was thrilling, but now it's [untranslatable], nightmarish [untranslatable], but at least I can help Sib in a few ways.>"
"I'm not very good with computers."
"<I'm plugged into one now, so I guess I am a computer now. Just a computer.>"
"<A very lovely computer,>" says Sib, hugging her again. "<A warm fluffy computer that I love very much. And only for now.>"
Kui smiles. "<...thanks.>"

>species
"What's your species name anyway? I'm a neumono."
"<Criai. Crii. There's a few variations of pronunciation-->"
"<Extinct. Don't worry about the name,>" says Kui. "<I just hope our kit finds a nice alien that loves them because they're never going to find another crii to love.>"
"<Kui we don't know that. We don't know how many other survivors there were.>"
"Survivors?" Holy fuck that's a hell of a thing to just drop in conversation. I thought we got past the heavy stuff. "What happened--"

[ TRIAL PERIOD FOR NIGHT ELAPSED ]

Wait what no no

Rakkani 2020/03/07(Sat)20:32 No. 958473 ID: 9998d3
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I awake with a gasp.

No. No no argh argh I had SO MANY MORE QUESTIONS! FUCK!

Well.

I learned a great deal and also feel no more rested than I did when going to sleep. I have no idea what the time outside is.

I get up, head out of the room, and realise everything is still dark.

I head back into the bedroom, fall back onto the bed, and stare up at the ceiling.

Probably a good idea I didn't try to ask if Sib was down to fuck in the dream. I get the impression aliens can be pretty easily upset by that if they're already in a relationship. Probably would have just been unpleasant and uncomfortable anyway, probably one of those aliens whose males don't just lay back and take it. Eurgh why am I even thinking about this, there's a thousand other things to think about. I think I got brain poisoned from all that sickening lovey-dovey bullshit they kept projecting at each other.

I consider trying to take the tag out of my ear before trying to sleep again just so I don't get weird intrusions in my dreams again. Not that I'm sure I'd know how to put it back on. It might just explode or something. Fuck. Why the hell did I sign up to this. ...and why am I asking myself questions I know the answer to.

I guess either I try to sleep again or I just get up and... I don't know. There's not much else in this room, just the bed, and in the central room there's just that machine in the middle of the room I don't know how to operate. And the shower. But I already had a shower. Hrm.

>>958473
Try to get back to sleep. You probably won't connect to the dreamshare thing again?

>>958473
Try rubbing one out

well it sounds like you'll at least be able to sleep normally now for the rest of the night so might as well rest.

Get sleep. You’ll consume less calories and you need actual rest.

Go check on that blood-vine thing so maybe you can finally eat something. If it sprouts you can eat ze fish.

>>958473
Go get some actual sleep, dream a real dream.

You are getting veeeeerrrryyyy sleeeepyyyy...

Go to bed

1/5 Rakkani 2020/04/28(Tue)10:52 No. 964100 ID: 21ac91
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>rub one out
Yeeeaaah no. I'm feeling pretty empty in more than one way, but there's nothing I can do about that. It'll just make me feel the nothing there even more.

>sleeeeep
Yeah. I'm just... gonna close my eyes for a bit. I'm hungry and tired and grumpily miserable, or miserably grumpy. Back to sleep.

Tired, hungry, horny, no clue what's going on, at least I'm relatively safe here. That's one need down, everything else to go.

...

2/5 Rakkani 2020/04/28(Tue)10:52 No. 964101 ID: 21ac91
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Well, I'm awake again now, and the hunger's numb for the moment. Better go check on that bloodvine. I'm sure Sib won't mind if I see myself out quick. I can't find anything to leave a note and he can't read anything I could write so I'll just have to be quick.

I leave the pod and head to where I saw the bloodvine, and it has sprouted magnificently. So magnificently that I can't even find where the remnants of the fish are. I wouldn't want to risk getting snared up in it and becoming its next meal. I'm surprised it grew this much in a day. Chest height. Impressive. Better let it go before it starts trying to aggressively grow into my hand.

So, I guess that means I can eat other fish here. Woo. An empty consolation at present to my very empty stomach. Let's get another one right away.

I look around the river for Sib's dropped trident, and find it. Well, I'm no trident expert, but it's got to be more or less like using a spear, so I reach to pick it up--

3/5 Rakkani 2020/04/28(Tue)10:53 No. 964102 ID: 21ac91
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"[[Stand.]]"

An imperious voice commands me to stand and before I even fully process what's being asked of me, I stand with my arms by my sides and chest puffed out, surprised by my sudden movements, hands empty. Dropped the trident.

Wait, what?

4/5 Rakkani 2020/04/28(Tue)10:54 No. 964104 ID: 21ac91
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An unnaturally blue neumono with a disturbing complete lack of any empathy I can feel approaches me dressed in some torn up finery that looks like it came out of an alien history book.

Also he has head thingies. Why does he have head thingies. What the fuck is going on.

"Halt, savage tribal woman." He looks a little disgusted at me. "I see whatever backward feral infestation you come from has yet to discover shame. Look at you, wandering around with nothing like the disgraceful beast you are. Well. As of four hours ago this land falls within my fiefdom, so as a foreign invader your fate is mine to decide. You are now my property. And I've been looking for some good hands to build me a suitable fortress in this savage land. Kneel before your new liege, savage!"

Is this actually really happening. What the fuck. I'm speechless. But he looks like he has something strapped to his back. A weapon? And a floating ball with a nauseatingly familiar colour scheme.

"Excuse me?" I manage to spit out, after being completely dumbstruck.
"Did I confuse your primitive brain? [[Kneel,]] slave!"

I fall to one knee.

5/5 Rakkani 2020/04/28(Tue)10:55 No. 964105 ID: 21ac91
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I should have tripped on my way to the escape pods. Perished in a fiery explosion. It would have been a little bit more dignified than this.

I try to shout at him but whatever the hell is compelling me to listen to his stupid commands is making it hard to do anything but stare furiously at him. It's like my body wants to be a specific position, like muscle cramps, and moving away from it is... uncomfortable. Painful if I strain too hard.

I just try to shout at him instead and--

"BAK!"

Okay, that was not words, that was an angry inarticulate shout. He definitely flinched, though. I feel a little looser.

"You will obey, animal, or I will make you obey," he says, regaining his composure, now furious. For a fleeting moment I catch it, like a speck of dust in a sunbeam -- empathy, a projection of fierce anger and shame at his momentary... cowardice? Lapse in concentration? Too vague and blurry to parse, and now it's gone.
"If you refuse to submit to your rightful betters, I will be forced to take your good ear, and whatever crude decoration you have attached to it! Be warned, if you have not felt the agony of a psionic resonance whip, you soon will if you do not submit to your better!"

Great, a psionic and also an idiot. How are you suppose to build a fortress all by yourself? You'll have to play along for now, can't afford to give away your chip. Maybe try to get across that you're trying to grow food? Food that he'll definitely need

Tackle his blue imperial ass and start biting and scratching.

>>964105
"Fucker"
He wants you to submit but not actually giving you the chance to do anything other than kneel. He's an idiot.

Rip and Tear!

>>964105
If you can make him flinch again, then grab the trident and impale him with it.

Or if you don't want to do that, then grab his head thingies and rip them out of his head! If that doesn't kill him, then ripping those things out of his head will prevent him from controlling you.

Subdue them with the power of BAK!

aka keep barking, put your entire will behind it, and hope that them flinching gives you enough of a window to attack them.

>>964105
Hold on, don't underestimate him. You *could* fight back, but if he actually has a weapon things might not go in your favor.
Continue kneeling, and do your best to tell him you're not a primitive or an invader, your escape pod crashed here yesterday. Judging from the tear in his clothes, he's in a similar situation. Tell him the civilized thing to do would be to talk, and stop waving around his psionic dick like a Predator.
As for your clothes, you sold them to the actual owners of the island. You have come to regret that.

Keep yelling at him, warn him about the corporate presence on this island and how they bled you dry.

if the trident is nearby do you think you can haul the thing at him quick... or anything really. If you can brake his concentration it might give you enough time to attack him or to run away. If running away jump into the river so even if he tells you to stop the current will still carry you away from him.

>>964104
Guy seems biomodded. Odd bot behind him.

>>964105
Also a fool. He has to sleep sometime. It's why the first bit of >>942549 was facetious.

I see 3 ways to deal with this.

1) Defy. Seems to reduce his power over you.
2) Fake obey. "Apologize" with bloodvine.
3) Fake obey. Kill him while he sleeps.

Oof. Okay. Strange as all of this is, they’re clearly not your regular type of Neumono but similar enough for the purposes of empathy. Different culture and different biology, though. Probably also kidnapped and out of their depth. Maybe from an experiment? Speaks your language, too, so indicates common ancestry and origin.

>Slave
This will not end well. Two things to do. Submit - kinda - and figure out what his fucking deal is over time and escape when he goes to fucking sleep or whatnot.

Or keep him off his balance so you can negotiate his dropping of what is effectively body control through empathy. You can probably flip him further off balance by convincing him he’s made a goof by acting less like a tribal and more like a civilian.

“Of course I’m mad! I’m an educated botanist and a refugee, not a tribal nudist to dominate, you pervert! If you take issue, get me clothes! Do you even know what this place is? You’re just as lost as I am, are you not?! Or do you mean to tell me you actually live in this ridiculous place?!”

>>964198
Drop the “live” part, didn’t parse how blatantly obvious it was he’s new and not just to the area.

If you’re incapable of speaking, submission may be best. Getting mentally tortured and losing your reserve ration - I mean ear - and your main means of getting paid isn’t going to make your day any better.

Thinking about it, if this guy does keep you prisoner and slave, you can probably just buy a way to negate his mind control from the corp. Something with a jammer effect should be enough.

Hold your violent impulses back before you fuck yourself sideways, dammit! You're up against a person of unknown capability who you can be pretty sure will use 'em all to subdue you if you make a hostile move on him. For all you know, he could make your head explode or pull some even more predator shit and blast your mind away. That could be a gun on his back and he's a quick-draw expert who could get a snap shot off on you before you get within reach. And that 'bot hovering over his shoulder might attack you if you try to attack him. So cool your damn jets for a minute and use your wits! 'Cause that's your strength, not your physical strength.

Oh, and while his empathy is hidden from you, you don't know if he can sense yours. It's unlikely, but you have to consider it a possibility, and if so then any action you'd try to take against him would be telegraphed right to him. Better pay attention to whether he behaves like he can read your empathy or not while his is blocked so you can say one way or another.

Submit to him, for now. If you get a chance to speak, ask him how you two are speaking the same language when you're some "feral." The answer is you're not. You're a botanist. You crash landed and washed up on shore, destroying your clothes in the process. Also point out that this island is already claimed by the 3M Corporation and you got in debt to 'em after you crashed. So if he tries to take you as a slave they're gonna have some sharp words for him.

Oh, and warn him to not make any deals with 3M 'cause he'll end up deeply indebted and at their will. He's undoubtedly a arrogant, raging asshole noble, but if he's not under 3M's thumb then he might be able to fight back against 'em.

>>964105
Screw this, better not give in. He has shown weakness in his confidence. Exploit it.

Try pain. Claw your palms or something like that. That might clear his control. And then focus your empathy on that pain and direct it at him. Then rush him and break his toys. Those antennae or his floating device.

After your in control you can tell him that he is just another pet in this freaky zoo.

Absolutely do not break his stuff. It has value. Value which you could use for yourself, if it comes to it.

>>964345
Pretty sure we can't use those antenna.

>>964365
We could SELL them. Because they have VALUE.

>>964369
He’s not going to willingly give them to us, so in order to sell them, we’d have to rip them out of his head, which might end up damaging them and giving them less value. And I’m ok with that if it means it’ll prevent him from controlling us.

>>964105
Launch an empathic assault of hostility, contempt and outrage at this foreigner.

Use it to disguise the fact that you're going to pick up a rock and brain him with it.