[center][h3]Lachesniv[/h3][/center]

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"My analysis of this ship's internal systems indicates a less than one per--," Lachesniv broke off, raising its free hand to its chin very deliberately and leaning intently at nothing. "I apologize. [i]Our Mind[/i]... the means by which our form of life achieves true sentience is through internal discourse. Individually, Bohah and I are virtually intelligent. As our creators put it, Bohah is the ruminator; myself, the instigator. Without an accord we can not be said to be sentient."

Lachesniv looked up from its thoughts towards Breeze again, its lenses pointed directly at her eyes. She could make out the tiny pinpricks of light for the first time. Perhaps sinister. Perhaps innocent. Certainly not expressive.

"I do not intend to drain the ship's power supply. I mean siphon a small portion to begin a feedback process. At the end of that," Lachesniv turned its attention to a terminal by the door leading deeper into the vessel, palming it, "I can return what power I have drained, my internal systems will be restored and Bohah will be awake. We will be whole."