[hr][hr][center][img]https://i.postimg.cc/Mp9GmbFg/image.png[/img][hr][hr][b][color=bc8dbf]Location:[/color][/b] Catwalk 
[b][color=bc8dbf]Skills:[/color][/b] N/A [hr][/center]	Raynor had joined them all on the catwalk shortly before Cal, as he had entered the pipe before her. He was so relieved to see that Zarina was alright, but he kept his face guarded. It was instinct to do so. The more people knew about him, the harder things could be. He couldn't trust them. With the limited information he knew about himself and his old life, creating distance between himself and other people had been key for his survival. His knuckles ached from pains long forgotten and as he glanced down at them, he expected to see them stained with crimson blood. They just looked like ordinary hands, hands that he now knew a large portion of history for. He quickly followed after Zarina and Sophia, almost too buff to make his way down the ladder in the pipe. He was partially still on the ladder at the end since the space was cramped. [color=d86615]"We are a group, group of three,"[/color] Raynor pointed out to Sophia. 

	Back at the main processing place, Vinnie was looking at Y2K skeptically. She didn't want to fill in Cal on everything, since she didn't trust her at all, but a small part of her did feel bad. No one seemed to be answering Cal's questions. [color=bc8dbf]"Cal, this is Y2K. Y2K, this is Cal,"[/color] she said, waving her hand to facilitate the introduction. Y2K then dropped a few bombs of information. The Them were called the [i]Vendri[/i]. And apparently, the way They worked was scooping out people's brains and putting them in robot suits. [color=bc8dbf]"That sounds like a lot of fucking work and kinda stupid. Yes, I get that most societies need a slave caste, but if they're able to integrate people's minds with tech... why not just build a robot? What skills are they lacking? It's not like this is Ancient Rome and they need slave labor, robots can do anything people can, hell robots can probably outpace humans all the time. And why are they seeing if we're useful by putting us on a weirdo ship like that? If they can scoop our brains out, can't they get Siri or whatever to give them a summary of our skills?"[/color]

	Vinnie didn't know if she believed Y2K. The being seemed to be hovering perfectly on the line between sincerity and insincerity. Maybe they were telling the truth or maybe they were being really creative in wanting to be killed. But at any rate, Vinnie wasn't going to let them [i]yeet[/i] themselves off of the catwalk. They were a source of information. [color=bc8dbf]"Also again, not going to kill you. I don't care if you're Jenny the Teenage Robot, you know stuff about Them and we're sure as hell not going to throw the device down with you, so suck it up. You're our prisoner now. So what do They want? What's Vendri's endgame? Is it anal probing?"[/color]