On their world, theobromine is toxic. Extracted from plants that have it in its pods, as the prisoners are dipped into that vat of brown syrup, screams are elicited as the prisoner slowly poisoned to death in a vat of pain. The toxins creating agony before the being dies.
This prisoner, the human, was sentenced to be dropped in the vat. Why? To show all other humans that they were not going to be joking around when it came to the lengths they'll go to overtake their kind. The cage floor opens and they are in dropped down into the vat, only for the human to suddenly grin with delight and start eating at a furious pace and asking if the whole thing about taking them over was a joke. Oh, and can they have more chocolate after this batch is gone, too?? -- Anon Guest
[AN: I tried to find out if theobromine was a contact poison, I failed.]
Human Dax woke up with a splitting head. She stumbled her way to the water fountain and took a drink before realising, "Hey. This isn't the Bumbling Bampot..."
This was, in fact, a cage. A cell. which was now in motion.
Key factors made themselves known to Dax, such as the fact that the mesh floor was on a hinge. Or that all in-unit facilities were firmly attached to the walls. Or that heavy machinery abounded in this space. Or that all she was wearing was her Skins, and the mesh floor was starting to hurt.
There was a large vat of brown... something... coming into view.
A voice was saying something over the speakers, and the translator unit in her eyescreen implant was a little behind in translation.
"Us the Mightiest having weapon for the rendering harmless of you[1], witnessing now you the power Us the Mightiest having is for death."
Oh. They were going to throw her into the vat.
Dax briefly entertained hanging onto the bars or climbing onto the in-unit facilities. Alas, a cursory examination revealed that they were designed to tip, too.
The fall wouldn't hurt, but what the hell were they dumping her into?
Dax landed with a soggy splat into the not-quite fluid. That was when the smell made her realise what it was.
"Dark Chocolate... I freaking love dark chocolate." She scooped it up in handfuls, ingesting it eagerly. "Guys, this is the bomb! Primo flavour, too." Sure, it was a little on the warm side, but Dax had always been a heat hog.
There was distant laughter. Her crewmates! They were okay. Good. Great. Wonderful. Dax sated her need for chocolate and clambered out of the vat. "You guys got a towel? A washcloth? I don't wanna track chocolate all over your nice clean... whatever this is."
The leader of this band of attempted conquerors never got as far as the threats.
They adapted quickly, though, and learned they could gain better benefits by becoming "chocolatiers".
[1] Autotranslator units have abundant flaws owing to context and grammar differences. You're better off hiring a JOAT, who can translate the meaning and not merely interpret the words in order.
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