The Pleasure of Service (IrishWolf & wiccaangel311)
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				Title: <strong>The Pleasure of Service (IrishWolf &amp; wiccaangel311)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>IrishWolf</strong> on <strong>15-04-2016, 22:18:08</strong>
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				<div align="center">(http://www.3dartistonline.com/users/6598/thm1024/1355911821_dune__atreides_final_by_angelitoon.jpg)</div><br>Alexander Vleming had made a name for himself in the Vrithurin Imperial Navy,&nbsp; awarded many medals for his bravery and hailed as a hero, at the cost of losing both legs, right below the knees. As the last ship he had captained, was destroyed around him,&nbsp; a direct hit had spent him sprawling, as he raced for an escape pod and a bulkhead door, sealing to keep atmosphere in, severed his legs. He had been forced to crawl, leaving a smear of blood behind him, until a handful of his crew, who had waited to the last minute, manning their stations, just like him, had found him and carried him to the last escape pod. <br><br>The fact he had lost his heavy cruiser, fighting alone against an entire Yuceamid battlegroup, saving a medical convoy and buying enough time, that when reinforcements made it in system, there was still something left to save, had earned him an Imperial Knighthood. It had also got him into one of the finest hospitals in the Empire. While limbs couldn’t be regrown, they could be replaced with machines. The only problem, there was about a thirty percent chance his body would reject the implants, which allowed the prosthetic legs to be attached and connected to his nervous system. Because of the way his legs were served, the damage to his nervous system increased the chance to sixty percent. <br><br>Given the fact that randomly, his legs at least the parts still flesh, would be filled with so much pain, that he wouldn’t walk, the doctors were fairly sure at some point, his body would reject the implants. He would need new surgeries to replace them and hopefully by that time, they would know how to prevent that from happening again. However, his military career was over. If there were random days he wouldn’t walk, there was no way he could command a ship in battle. Honorable discharged, his service and sacrifice, earned him one more reward, a Barony.<br><br>The lands he was awarded, were on Valerik’s World. No so wild, to be considered a frontier world but a couple of generations from being admitted as a member world of the Vrithurin Empire. His land grant would provide Alexander with a good living, gentle hills, sunny and warm, perfect wine country. Vineyards already dotted the Barony, already having a fine reputation on planet and preparing to export to nearby systems. <br><br>He had married into the local Colonial Nobility, the daughter of a Baron, Katerina Kyzyma. It had been a ceremony for Valerik’s World’s short history of human habitation. Alexander had looked the part of a hero, standing at his restored height of six and a half feet, his dark blue dress uniform fitted perfectly, although he had needed some tailoring, as he had lost some of his figure in the long months of physical therapy. Medals glittered on his chest in the light of the alien star and gleamed in his light grey eyes.&nbsp; Katerina herself had been radiant in a dress of imported silk, set with tiny gems, her long black hair shining and curled. <br><br>A few months of domestic bliss between the pair, had revealed a needed in their household. While they had three servants living on their estate, all three were former Imperial Marines, who were partily there to help the new Baron to set up and train a planetary defense militia. While these three were able to keep up on maintenance of the home and care of the grounds, none of them were very good at cooking or more domestic cleaning and for sure, they wouldn’t be able to act as servers for a party. They needed someone else to help with that. <br><br>The Baron and Baroness had talked it over. While they could hire someone from Valerik’s World, it would be more prestigious to get someone from off world. In fact it would befit his status as an Imperial Knight and Hero of the Empire, if he got a servant like those noble houses owned in the core worlds, a genomorph, a being created from a mixture of human and animal DNA. While there weren’t any companies offering such beings on Valerik’s World, Whiloop Genetics had opened a branch in a nearby star system, on a planet called Slao 71, which was easy couple of days on a charted space ship and a chance to do a little traveling for a colony born Baroness. <br><br>So it was, early one morning, Alexander and Katerina walked through the showroom doors of Whiloop Genetics.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Pleasure of Service (IrishWolf &amp; wiccaangel311)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>wiccaangel311</strong> on <strong>16-04-2016, 02:08:07</strong>
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				<div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://i.imgur.com/rzk82PSh.jpg)</div></div><br>She had woke from cryo sleep and was suprised to find herself in a cell that resembled the one she stayed in at Whiloop labratories only this one had a large window for one of the walls which was now covered with white curtains.She had been stripped of her clothing and was surrounded by men and women in white.<br><br>"Visual response normal. Check her hearing." One of the men said.<br><br>She heard snapping against her ears and they flinched. "Hearing is fine" a woman responded. "Rabbit tell us what they call you if you can speak." The woman demanded. <br><br>"They don't give us names that is for our masters to decide they merely called me #523" The female rabbit said. The Rabbits nose began twitching as they sat her up slowly. She felt a hand rub between her legs. "Hey I'm not made for that." She said.<br><br>"We know we have to check everything." A man said. "She's all good get her dressed and open the curtains The viewing room opens in 5 minutes." He added as two woman began dressing her in a simple white dress that was skin tight and rested above her knees. The curtain opened and she could see what looked like a shop with many other cells like hers full of other genomorphs of all different kinds.<br><br>When the Baron and Baroness entered the shop a man with dark hair greeted them with a smile. "Good day my Lord and Lady what can I getyou this fine morning."<br><br>"My husband and I are looking for a servant to clean and cook for our household. Child care training is a plus as well. We were told you had the finest selection in the area." Katerina said. She wrapped her arm around her Husbands arm and smiled.<br><br>"Well we do have a fine selection of Genomorph's just shipped from our. Headquarters freshly trained. Tell me what price were you looking at?" The salesman asked.<br><br>"Money isn't an issue. Right, Darling?" Katerina said looking at her husband<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Pleasure of Service (IrishWolf &amp; wiccaangel311)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>IrishWolf</strong> on <strong>16-04-2016, 03:26:47</strong>
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				There was the slightest of pauses, less than a heartbeat, as Alexander’s instincts waged a futile assault on his resolve and desire to purchase a genomorph. The man who had approached him and his wife, had felt like a car salesman, when he asked about the price range they were looking for. Thankfully, not a used car salesman but close enough that he wanted to grab ahold of his wallet, to make sure the money didn’t just come flying out. <br><br>The Baron, who was still getting used to just how much money he was making as noble, drew in a just a little deeper breath, when he heard Katerina half say and half ask, that money wasn’t an issue. But he was quickly able to suppress these sudden thoughts, as he gave his lovely wife a warm and affectionate smile, before turning to once again look at the salesman. <br><br>“We are not concerned about price” he said, his voice naturally commanding, as if he was still on the bridge of his heavy cruiser, “It is the skills and appearance that we are interested in.” <br><br>Katerina had explained to him, that when their peers came around the house, they would judge the genomorph servant by it’s looks. He, has a military man, would always value if something worked, over how pretty it was and it was true, Genomorphs were made to be appealing (But there was appealing, attractive and then desireable) but in his new social class, things had to look as good as they worked, at the very least. The more expensive something looked, be it decorations for a party or a servant, the more respect you got for it. <br><br>Arm in arm, the Baron and Baroness followed after the salesman, as he led them to a series of cells, each one with a large window, so they could look in and view the genomorph within. Beside each window was a data slate, listing off the Genomorph’s number, species, gender, skills and measurements. After about an hour, going back and forth between the cells, they had narrowed they choices down to three, a pomeranian female, a male ferret and female rabbit.<br><br>“I think” said Alexander, looking at his wife, “We’re as close to deciding as we can be, from just looking at your Genomorphs. Would it be possible to have the three we’re considering, brought out for a demonstration of their skills? Perhaps have them cook something?” <br><br>The last was said with a smile and chuckle, given just how often the pair of them, had commented on the fact that the former marines, must have lost their taste buds in combat.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Pleasure of Service (IrishWolf &amp; wiccaangel311)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>wiccaangel311</strong> on <strong>18-04-2016, 01:20:26</strong>
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				"Of course it may take an hour to prepare something but we can have each cook you something in our demonstration room follow me." The sales man said guiding the couple to a room in the back. It was a small but elegant dining room with a huge screen in front of them to watch each of the potential servants cook from a kitchen on the other side. "Shall we have them prepare for you the same meal for an unbiased judgement or something different to test their skills?"<br><br>"Are they trained in the Valerikan cullinary arts? We entertain both locals and visitors from all over the empire. Our servant should be able to cook local favorites to showour hospitality." The baroness said. <br><br>"Of course my lady and yes every genomorph with culinary skills is given the knowledge of all 12 systems in the Empire as well as most of the settlements. What would you have them prepare?" The salesman said.<br><br>The Baroness smiled. "Have them cook Valerik Maultaschen. Its my husband's favorite." <br><br>"A fine choice." Said the Salesman and he made the order. The servants immediately began cooking. The rabbit perked her ears up and began making the dough. A Maultaschen was a sort of dumpling as she remembered it. It was filled with Spiced meat and herbs from the Valerik world and could either be Pan fried or steamed in a broth. Given the time factor the Rabbit chose to Pan fry the dumpling to make sure it was cooked through. When finished making and kneading the dough she began spicing the meat and then adding the herbs. When she was done she made six small dumplings and tossed them in a pan she then began making a sauce. To drizzle over the top. When it was finished, she plated it and it was taken out to the Baron and his wife with 3 dumplings for each of them. She looked around and noticed she was the first one done. She then began cleaning up her mess.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Pleasure of Service (IrishWolf &amp; wiccaangel311)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>IrishWolf</strong> on <strong>19-04-2016, 22:22:16</strong>
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				Alexander had no problem letting Katerina take the lead, once he had made his suggestion. She knew far better than he did, the needs of their social standing and he was happily, taking lessons by watching the born noble work. Which was good for the pair at that moment, as he had been rather impressed by the salesman's claim that the Genomorphs were either trained or implanted with the culinary knowledge of 12 systems, some of which had more than one habitable world. He might have been tempted to order something exotic, just to test the claim but his wife knew better. First and foremost, their servant should be able to promote local delicacies, for the pride of Valerik’s World.<br><br>&nbsp; So, with the arrangements made, the Baron settled down in the small dining room, sitting next to his wife, arm around her waist. He watch the screen, his eyes moving from one of the Genomorhs to another, noting that the Rabbit was the first of the trio to understand what was ordered and get preparations underway. Pomeranian was next, needing to take more than a few minutes to recall what Valerik Maultaschen was, although the Ferret was not that far behind. All three appeared to be crafting the dish correctly, so the actual cooking didn’t hold his attention all that much. <br><br>Instead he was amusing himself by leaning over and kissing his wife’s neck, nibbling on her ear, until she playfully swatted him. She was paying attention to the act of cooking. After the swat, he would play nice for a few minutes before going back to teasing her, until the salesman arrived with the first offering from the kitchen. The Maultaschen looked perfect, as if it was fit to be served at the Viceroy's Palace and it was done quickly but the true test was in the taste of the dish. <br><br>As the plates were set before them, Alexander looked up and noted that the Rabbit was the one cleaning, while the other two were still finishing their dishes. A small smile crossed his lips. Not only was she the first one he had noticed cook but he had noted the rather endearing way her ears had perked, when given instructions. Turning that smile to his wife, he speared one of the dumplings with a fork and lifted it to his mouth. That smile smile only grew, as flavors flowed over his tongue.
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