[center][h1]Nirrti[/h1][/center]
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Nirrti's reactor spins to life, as the machine takes in it's surroundings, inside of the shuttle of that Doruva person. She doesn't care whether you're human or not, she only cares about which side you're on. She references her time to timekeeping servers, she's a little late to wake up. Her internal systems soon spin to life, motor control is fine, personality database? As good as it'll ever be. Her metal hands bring her up to a low crouch, as the ten foot tall monstrosity crouch walks through the airlock into the destination ship, her equipment on her back.

Mission parameters... Link up with Natasha Zhang's ship, await further instructions. The objective has already been reached, just more waiting. She runs through her databases while shuffling towards an area of the ship she can actually stand in, preparing a combat capability dossier for Natasha Zhang, alongside several other useful data points.

Finding the cafeteria, the machine walks to a corner with thudding footsteps, ignoring any looks given to the dark gray and black war machine. She was designed for conflict, and shows it. Setting down her repair kit and weapon box, the machine stretches up to her maximum height, towering over the beings of flesh on this ship. A soft, echoy chuckle eminates from her vocal systems, revelling in the thought of how glad these living creatures should be to have her on their side. Not even bothering to try and connect to the ship's networking, the movement from Nirrti ceases, standing as still as a statue, albeit an incredibly violent statue. Her sensors examine the cafeteria in the meantime, waiting for her new commanding officer to appear.