[ Armada doesn't need to see 1 to be aware of his physical state. When he steps out of the rover to meet the dog, his head cocks, tilted to the side and angled down toward 1. He can sense the fluctuation in his heartbeat, the stress in his organs. It's easy for Armada to pick out the sickly as a trait of his species— they are predators.
He crouches down and lays both hands on 1's face. ]
[1 obediently lets Armada's hands close around his head, though there's a slight instinct to pull away--his desire to obey overrides it, but he doesn't like being so exposed when he's ill.]
is gud 1. is keep boss r-ma-da safe. is bring food? need med.
[Trying not to move his head, he pushes the still-hot carcass towards his boss.]
[ Armada is incredibly tactile, when it comes down to it. Without eyes, he relies on his other developed senses. This is off putting to other species, but he doesn't seem to care. ]
The request is already in. It'll come in with the next drop.
[ Pulling both hands back, he reaches down to close his hand around the fur of the Madu's limp neck. 1 is smart, the quickest way to Armada's good side is with food. ]
[1 wasn't doing it because he's 'smart'. 1 is just bringing food to his leader. He couldn't handle jostling for favour even if he knew what that was.
When Armada thanks him, 1's brain just about lights up like a christmas tree with pleasure.]
1 protect r-ma-da. is gud dog. [That phrase is its own kind of self-soothe, provoking another, much smaller spike of emotional pleasure. 1 will watch Armada eat.]
r-ma-da say 1 come? say?
[He did come here to be debriefed, so that's what he's expecting.]
[That seems to provoke an ambivalence: on the one hand, he doesn't want to leave Adrien and Zack. On the other, he really wants to please Armada.
Predictably, Armada wins.]
1 go. is gud boss r-ma-da. thank u.
[Over the course of the next few hours he'll start coughing, will be light-headed and disoriented. By the time the drop happens he'll be in and out of consciousness, probably unable to process food, and having trouble standing up when he does manage it at all.
But, y'know, there'll be space kitties, so he'll have that going for him.
As soon as Armada gives him the OK, 1 will follow him into the rover.]
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He crouches down and lays both hands on 1's face. ]
You're not doing so well.
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is gud 1. is keep boss r-ma-da safe. is bring food? need med.
[Trying not to move his head, he pushes the still-hot carcass towards his boss.]
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The request is already in. It'll come in with the next drop.
[ Pulling both hands back, he reaches down to close his hand around the fur of the Madu's limp neck. 1 is smart, the quickest way to Armada's good side is with food. ]
Thank you.
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When Armada thanks him, 1's brain just about lights up like a christmas tree with pleasure.]
1 protect r-ma-da. is gud dog. [That phrase is its own kind of self-soothe, provoking another, much smaller spike of emotional pleasure. 1 will watch Armada eat.]
r-ma-da say 1 come? say?
[He did come here to be debriefed, so that's what he's expecting.]
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You'll stay with me until the supply drop.
[ He plans to monitor his progress and just how quickly his health degenerates. ]
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Predictably, Armada wins.]
1 go. is gud boss r-ma-da. thank u.
[Over the course of the next few hours he'll start coughing, will be light-headed and disoriented. By the time the drop happens he'll be in and out of consciousness, probably unable to process food, and having trouble standing up when he does manage it at all.
But, y'know, there'll be space kitties, so he'll have that going for him.
As soon as Armada gives him the OK, 1 will follow him into the rover.]