[ While a human might find running with a wriggling canine in tow difficult, Three has no such limitations; its superior speed, strength, and multi-tasking functionalities allow it to carry out the rescue quite smoothly. Once it has the dog in its arms, it changes tack on a dime, darting in a perpendicular direction from the herd—
—which immediately changes course to follow, lowing in displeasure at their meal ticket being so unceremoniously seized from them. Three glances back in surprise. What exactly had this canine done to provoke the cattle to such an extent?
Whatever the case, Three realizes it has found itself with an unexpected opportunity. Holding on tight to its fluffy charge, Three changes course again to lead the pursuing cattle to the pasture. At least they'll be back where they belong—and the farmer will have his dog back. If this is his dog. For all Three knows, it is rescuing a stray, though at this point it doesn't really matter.
It knows better than to try to communicate with the dog—unfortunately, its automatic speech buffer does not. It simply registers that Three is attempting a carry-rescue of a squirming organic life-form and forces it to recite: ]
Please do not be alarmed. I am this settlement's contracted SecUnit. Please hold on.
[ ...which, if the life-form in his arms right now were a squirming human rather than a squirming dog, would be a very bad thing for it to say indeed; nobody here is meant to know that Three is a SecUnit. But as the only being that can hear it right now is, to Three's knowledge, a non-sapient animal, it is currently not too concerned about the lapse. ]
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—which immediately changes course to follow, lowing in displeasure at their meal ticket being so unceremoniously seized from them. Three glances back in surprise. What exactly had this canine done to provoke the cattle to such an extent?
Whatever the case, Three realizes it has found itself with an unexpected opportunity. Holding on tight to its fluffy charge, Three changes course again to lead the pursuing cattle to the pasture. At least they'll be back where they belong—and the farmer will have his dog back. If this is his dog. For all Three knows, it is rescuing a stray, though at this point it doesn't really matter.
It knows better than to try to communicate with the dog—unfortunately, its automatic speech buffer does not. It simply registers that Three is attempting a carry-rescue of a squirming organic life-form and forces it to recite: ]
Please do not be alarmed. I am this settlement's contracted SecUnit. Please hold on.
[ ...which, if the life-form in his arms right now were a squirming human rather than a squirming dog, would be a very bad thing for it to say indeed; nobody here is meant to know that Three is a SecUnit. But as the only being that can hear it right now is, to Three's knowledge, a non-sapient animal, it is currently not too concerned about the lapse. ]