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"Calm down" SAL stated, going explicitly by-the-book "You're in a Mainframe. The other Platforms were destroyed as a result of battle. I was able to salvage what remained of Platform 772. You will experience some residual memories as a result of core flashes during the merging, but I'd like you to remember that you are not 772. Take a moment to process this. When I am able to, you will be transferred into a new form, please stand by and allow the merging process to finish. I will return in a moment."

It was best to let a new AI figure itself out during this moment of infancy. Within the Mainframe, there would be no way for this new program to cause any harm, a few minutes to itself would do wonders for it. SAL had other matters to tend to in the meantime.

He plodded upstairs to the Armory, and after being allowed inside, he found Grayson hard at work, pouring over one of the legs of Amy's armor, parts and tools strewn about the workbench.

"You know you left the door open up here before"
"Hmm" Grayson grunted, not paying attention, absorbed in his work.
"It was an unwise move, given that we can't know for sure if we can trust anyone but each other"
"Mhmm"
"Are you listening to me? ..... Grayson!"
"I heard ya mate, now fuck off! This goddamn servo is mangled enough that if I'm not careful replacing the cog joint, the whole leg is gonna be thrown off rotation"
SAL leaned in to observe Grayson's actions.
"You noticed the right piston was firing irregularly right?"
"What? You're fuckin' kiddin'?"
"I never kid. According to my scan it was 0.321 seconds off of it's pair-mate during a previous scan. Right now it's 0.345. If not adressed it will cause future issues. I've also identified 14 other points that will require attention that you may have missed"
"Fuckin' hell. Throw 'em to the terminal would ya? And hold that pin there"
The duo worked together to finish the task at hand, and a few moments later, both sat back, satisfied with the job they'd done. SAL transferred his observations to the Armory terminal, and Grayson wheeled his chair over to check it out.

"Won't be able to finish all this off with what we have here, bit of extra scrap to weld over the holes too" Grayson muttered as he took notes for the requisition. He looked up to see SAL standing silently by.
"Any... particular reason for your visit SAL?"
"Just returning tools I used for this repair. Have you seen the medic recently?"
"Maxi? Nah, not since the meetin'. Did ya try med bay?"
"No, I'll check there now on my way back to the lab"
"Hold on mate, I need to pop over there anyway, see if I can kip some surgical tape"

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Grayson and SAL exited the Armory and almost immediately ran into Arex. SAL proceeded inside the med bay to drop off Maxi's medical bot, Grayson lingered outside for a moment, sizing up Arex before speaking very carefully.
"You ok mate? Get yourself stitched up, when you're ready, you and I are gonna have to have a few words"

[@Turbowraith][@Banana]

Stryker exited his cabin with a clear list of priorities. First up he headed up to the cockpit to check in on Tibulus. The Funganoid had the place fumigated pretty good, and after Stryker finished coughing, he tapped the pilot on the shoulder to grab his attention.
"Keep an eye on things for a little while longer? I've gotta talk to the newbies, then I'll come back up and relieve you for a bit, we should be arriving at Minos in just a few hours right? I'll be up before it's time to guide her in for docking"

He nodded a quick farewell to Tibulus and moved on about his way. He tracked down the man they'd picked up off the Helsin station for a quick introduction.
"Hey there Joe, we didn't get a chance to properly meet earlier, I'm Stryker, I guess I'm in command of this whole thing we've got going here. The long story short is that the Alliance has us all dead-to-rights for one reason or another. We don't do what they say, we're all gonna be put to death, or worse yet, sent to prison for a long time. And I guess you're wrapped up with us now, but I'll leave that choice to you- we're on our way out into the Deadzone, gonna be docking at Minos Station for a resupply. If you want out, say the word, we'll drop you off there or wherever the hell else it is that you've got to go. I can't guarantee the Alliance won't send someone after you if you leave, this being a top-secret operation and everything, but I can guarantee this, we definitely need someone with your skills to help keep our engines goin', if you decide to stay, maybe I can convince the Alliance to pay you for your time, twice the usual going rate for a mechanic, how's that sound?"