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could have been jacques pepin tho, I dont know, julia child is awesome and i will fight you, probably not steampunk, robots being awesome, who knows tho
He walked towards the faintly humming, glowing town, quickly.
Well. Perhaps walked was the wrong word. He rolled. Or perambulated, or whatever one called the motion of tracks. Still, GN5-11N-6-R, or “Gunslinger,” as he liked to think of himself, was moving townward, and that was the important thing.
He checked his loadout: six-gun, check. Knife roll, check. Recipe book, check. Had he been human he would have patted his pockets; as it was, he simply scrolled through the lists he’d premade before leaving the starport. Grit collected in his tracks and he wished he could grimace.
Copper wasn’t much of a town, by Galactic standards, but it was a town in need of his services, and that’s what mattered. After the Treaties had been signed and the Uprising ended, he had found himself at loose ends, in possession of nothing much beyond his weapon, his wits, and an uploaded copy of Mastering the Art of French Cooking. He liked to think that Julia Child would have appreciated him. She had been as much a misfit as he, her stature and voice and lack of training making her anomalous in her time.
The batwing doors swung open, their clatter masking the hiss of the atmo bubble that enveloped him. He didn’t mind hard vacuum, but the halfassed air of this planet grated at him as much as the silt that mucked up his tracks and threatened to scratch his precious knives.
He dropped one hand to the holster at his side, servo motors whining.
“I’m here about the job,” he said.