Lucy's morning began with the blaring of trumpets. She clenched her first and was ready to start punching, but it turned out that it wasn't an attack. It was something a bit worse. Richard Hammond, the fort's commander-in-charge, ordered them all to follow him. Lucy had changed into a par of vault-issued pajamas, which comfortable in controlled temperatures, didn't provide much protection in the cold. She at least managed to put on some boots before she left.

What followed was a short funeral for their lost soldier, Phoenix. Like everyone else, Lucy kept her emotions in check, maintaining a stoney face during the fifteen minutes they held for the lost soldier. Once the funeral was over, Lucy closed her eyes and allowed herself a few tears. Just one or two, as a reminder that for all their training, none of them were invincible. the others talked a bit about getting something to eat, but after Lucy allowed herself some time to grieve for Phoenix, she headed strait to her workshop and made another pot of black coffee. The batteries to the eyebot should be done charging now, and she needed some time to herself anyways.

Once she was back to working on the eyebot, a few more tears began to shed. She didn't really know why she was crying over Phoenix aside from her very small familiarity with him. She didn't know him personally, they chatted a few times, but otherwise they were strangers who knew each others names. Or maybe it was just the stress of it all getting to her. Everyone looks towards Eagle Claw as a group of harden, no-nonsense killers, capable of taking on the world. Whether they are or not isn't something they're suppose to disprove. They had to maintain that image, and while some are more capable of doing that than others, Lucy herself never really imagined herself as a soldier. She killed out of necessity, usually when she didn't have to make up justifications to go out and kill something. Even against the Super Mutants she went surges of emotions after the adrenaline died down. There was some hate, but mostly sadness, and a bit of fear. It was times like this she wished she was a robot; all she needed was someone to tell her what needed to be done, and she'd go about doing it by whatever means were available to her. No emotional factor, no hesitation of questioning. But than that just brought up a new question; what would be better, to live with all the choices you make, or to die with a clean conscience?

When the tears began to drip over her workbench Lucy quickly put a stop to her philosophizing and got back to work. After attaching the batteries and installing the OS, the eyebot came to life. Downing a cup of coffee as a small prize for her accomplishment, Lucy took the eyebot to the training grounds. [b]"Alright. From this day forth you will be called Ada. Do you copy?"[/b] A few beeps and a message from her pipboy said that the eyebot would now respond to the name of Ada. [b]"Good. Now let's test you out."[/b] For a while Lucy had Ada go through a series of drills and tests, such as testing it's path finding abilities, searching, and combat. While Ada might not be able to take on a gang of Super Mutants by itself, it's Arc Welder was able to do massive damage against most flesh targets (using dead brahmin carcasses as the targets) as well as short out any robots it was faced off against. It's armor was also handy when put under a stress test, as it could survive hits all the way up to a grenade taped to it with no more damage than heavy scorching. Still, in battle Ada wouldn't get to go under fire under controlled conditions, so it's dodging and positioning ability would have more importance over it's durability. [b]"Alright Ada. Let's get you cleaned up and we can get some breakfast."[/b]