T-The Rusty Robot's Adventures-Own Work-Public

Niarra stares at the robot curiously, then nods slowly.

"In other words, I'm bound to you," Data replies, "Now what is your name?"

"Niarra," the alien said softly, reaching out a hand, intending to shake hands.

Data hesitatingly grabs her hand very softly, hoping she isn't weak in body, "Unit number 4.67B. Or Data. Type is a Data Retrieval Unit."

Niarra gave Data's hand a small squeeze, then turned. "My home is this way, if you'd like to follow," she said, pointing in the direction she had come from.

(Can she have a house or would you rather a space ship or would your rather have NO space ship? I can do either. I'm not picky.)

Choose whichever you want.-Maitta

"Yes ma'am," Data responds, realizing he'll need to protect her during all hours of the night too.

(Ima give her a house that looks normal but is more high-tech inside and maybe a ship under it or something in case they want to go to other planets. Sound good?)

Niarra nods and starts off in the direction she came from. "There's no need to call me ma'am," she says.

"I'm sincerely sorry. Would Mistress suit you better?" Data apologizes and his voice crackles.

"Just call me Niarra," Niarra says softly as they exit the forest and start down a deserted street.

"Niarra?" Data sends a second overlooking the name, "I don't understand. It doesn't come up as a root of power in any language. Nor as species or type."

Niarra glances at the robot. "It's my name," she says simply.

"Wouldn't it be disresepectful to call you by your name?" Data's eyes widen.

"I don't think it's disrespectful," Niarra said as she opened the door to a small house. It looked normal on the outside, but on the inside it was made of silver metal and computers.

"According to rules and regulations of the honor code, once in debt you must refer only by a term of confirmed rulership," Data recites yet anothe memorized line as he tags.

Niarra sighed. "But I do not wish to be called by anything but my name," she said as she looked around.

Data quiets down, "I suppose I could make an exception."

"Good," Niarra said. "Do you need anything?"

"No, Niarra," The word Niarra came out of Data rather slowly, as if he was unsure.

Niarra nodded as she headed for a room to the right. "Alright then," she said. "Feel free to look around."

Though instead of looking around Data followed Niarra, he didn't feel comfortable just looking around.

Niarra allowed Data to follow her and grabbed a few things on her way to a table at the center of the room.

Despite his curosity Data doesn't speak and instead merely watches.

A large metal... thing sat in the middle of the table. Niarra took a tool and began to work with it.

"Not to interfere," Data rubbed the back of his neck, "But what is that?"

"A gun," Niarra said. She slid a few things into place and attempted to make them stay.