Zhangku

IC: Souper Saladd So they wanted some sandwiches. They would get their human sandwiches soon enough. Nodding as they ordered whatever they seemed to want, sans whatever they didn't want, Souper got to work quickly. Within a few moments, the slug chef handed Estelle a pair of Pork, onions, and lettuce sandwiches and gave William a pair of bacon, lettuce, onions, and tomato sandwiches. It seemed that they were going to go about this all day, so xhe made them without waiting for Estele to say what she wanted in particular because xhe felt especially bored today.

IC: Souper Saladd Laughing a little, the slug chef responded to Vincent's unanswered question, "Oh, that's easy. Not telling you what was in it, but I CAN tell you what wasn't. Paprika wasn't."

IC: Souper Saladd Shrugging, the slug chef slugged away, going back to the front as apparently the chef had another customer. "Oh, that." Souper said, sighing, "No matter. I already cleaned it up. But if you break into my kitchen while I am not here ever again, Vincent, I will cut off part of you in your sleep and feed it to you. You will eat it voluntarily because it will smell like the best thing you have ever eaten, and you won't realize what you've done until ITS TOO LATE." Souper said, yawning and moving away, "...are you hungry in the meantime? I can cook if needed."

IC: Souper Saladd Smirking a little, he waved off her compliment. Xhe was the ONLY slug chef she knew. Yawning, the slug went back into the rear of the kitchen, sitting down. Who was going to order something next?

IC: Souper Saladd Blanching at the thought of deep-frying so much fish, or rather fish and pseudo-fish, Souper sighed and relented, going to the back and getting all of the food she requested as deep fried as a Kentucky Born Retiree's heart. After fifteen minutes, the food was done and the Slug Chef put them together as artfully as possible, giving her a side of ketchup, mustard, and every other dipping sauce xhe had available. "Order up, Cat-lady."

IC: Souper Saladd Souper blanched at the thought and responded the only way that the slug chef could think of doing. "...how do you want them prepared then? I have a deep fryer back here if you want THAT."

IC: Souper Saladd Fish. Why did it have to be fish. Nodding to Ashley, xhe asked to her, "So what do you want, fishwise? I have tuna, salmon, Xillenese Pseudo-fish, and Gigantoric Goldfish."

IC: Souper Saladd So as usual everything went....less that stellar. The party had erupted in death and mayhem while he'd been tucked away in the ship's kitchen, they'd evac'd and now everything was mostly stable. Yay. Despite that, he was still on fresh food duty and xhe had no intention of going off duty any time soon. Today was going to be a good day to cook. And his first order of the "afternoon" or whatever functional time it was for the crew, not that xhe actually slept often. As a slug, you'd think that xhe'd need to sleep several hours a day to deal with the mental strain, but no, Souper had no time for sleep when xhe had a whole list of hungry crewmen bothering the chef at ungodly hours. So the rebel from a farming world wanted a Hamburger. Nodding to the Cardean, The Slug Chef quickly started work on the hamburger, staring directly into the human's eyes until they looked away. Yes, must keep the tradition of keeping the humans uncomfortable. Souper blinked a few times and regained mental footing, scanning the ship for what was to come. Ah. Spot. The doggie door that only opened up for spot opened up as the slug dog entered the kitchen, corralled in a corner until Souper could deal with him. Finishing the burger quickly, Souper rang the bell and chimed, "Order up, Caldean. Eat some FARM FRESH food" xhe said, moving back to the kitchen proper as xhe bent down and stroked the slug dog, the soft texture of its skin calming to the much larger, not canine slug thing. Sighing, xhe went into the kitchen's back and grabbed a big kale "steak", throwing it over to Spot, "Eat this and go back to Estelle. Now." xhe said, as the slug dog left the room. Estelle would be here soon and she always ordered the oddest things.

IC: Souper Saladd Well then. Another party to not attend or cook for. It seemed that today was a gold letter day for the slug person known as Souper Saladd by these humans and other various races. For now, however, the slug would wait and see what the Engi would do to the kitchen stores that the Slug had put away for safe keeping. Just because they were mechanical fleshy beings, it didn't mean that they wouldn't sneak away some of the food as snacks or potentially sell it to the highest bidder, especially some of the celebratory wine and spirits that the slug had kept hidden just for some sort of event that had not yet happened. And also the weapons that the slug kept in the kitchen drawer. Just in case, of course. You never know who could try to steal the kale after all. Yawning, the slug sat back in the seat that was ergonomically created for them. Special orders to the federation gave them quite the place to put their bottom, after all. Especially when it was so soft....gods and ancestors, the Kale was getting to them again...

IC: Souper Saladd Hearing the insane engi ramble was more than enough to temporarily distract the slug from the incoming transmission from headquarters, "Just to let you know, comrades, we're cut off communications wise with the ship. Chances are whatever demon that the Engi speaks of is causing this disruption, which tells me two things. One this thing knows we're here, and two it can cut off signals of multiple sorts. I felt a slight disturbance psiionically, but didn't want to disturb you all with this information as it was not currently relevant. I believe we're all being watched. Let us hope that this...human chosen can tell us what is happening."

IC: Souper Saladd Odd. Well, xhe supposed that might be the case. However, it seemed Wulf had seen some rather odd footprints here...now what could those be. Turning to the rest of the group, xhe asked a question that pretty much all of them probably wanted to answer, "Should we un-cryofreeze one of them to see what is going on, exactly? I would advise, for now, not to unfreeze all of them at once. We should determine what exactly is going on here before we go as thoroughly as that. For all we know they might be test-subjects." xhe said, aware of something apparently probing their mind,"And be on the lookout. You don't know what else we might find here."

IC: Souper Saladd It was odd to see a bunch of humans in cryotubes. Especially given that the facility was abandoned and that there were...odd life signs nearby. Deciding to figure out if these humans had minds left, Souper began to scan them all, attempting to figure out why they were cryogenically frozen in the first place. At the very least before anything that was nearby could come and eat their group. Xhe didn't feel like being eaten today, for now it was for the best to just scoop in and leave.

IC: Souper Saladd It smelled terrible on this planet. Then again, every planet that wasn't similar to the jungle that Souper had once called home, called by a different name, in a different time, was terrible smelling. Earth was a weird smell as well. Too much variety. Either way, the mission was more important, and as per their job, Souper began to scan for nearby life forms. If the Colonel was right, xhe'd pick up something sooner or later. Perhaps it was for the best to allow the terrible headache to get worse for now. At least there was kale waiting for them back home on the ship. After all, it helped with the headaches in a way that no human would understand.

IC: Souper Saladd, He Who Is Welcome To the Jungle "Alright, Colonel. If I may put forward a name, generally we named planets after revered members of our society. Might as well consider continuing that tradition. Perhaps we should name it after one of your great humans? Or do you do that for inane reasons back home? I can never tell" xhe said, shaking their head, "Call it something strong. Xanthus. There is a ruined city on your planet with that name, correct? I think it might fit, here." they said, wondering if their idea would even be considered given the situation.

IC: Souper Saladd, Thinker of about it "Very well. You have determined my usefulness and I will do this. However. For this, I will ask you to do one thing. If I died, make sure the contract is still paid out to my family. Understood?" the slug said, the priorities straight. It didn't matter if they survived. It really didn't. By the end of the day, Souper would find out what was going on here and move on, as they always did when these sorts of situations happened. Looking towards the jungle, Souper couldn't help but feel somewhat nostalgic. It was like home.