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Distress Signal: Bandits Attacking a Mercenary Ship

Lachesniv

@Pumpkinbot

"I am afraid." Lachesniv repeated, nodding faintly. It turned to survey the ship in detail, its head-plate lenses flickering momentarily. A faint whine filled their room for a couple of seconds while Lachesniv explained itself. "I am not designed to function actively without our Mind for extended periods of time. I was alone for just under a cycle before our chassis shut down. This is not a state I expected to be in when we began to reactivate. I do not want to make any mistakes to endanger us; I am not as well equipped to interact with sentient beings and communities as our Mind is."

Lachesniv kicked up its air thrusters, propelling itself toward a door leading farther into the ship. It anchored itself against the door with its palm. "However I must satisfy reactivation protocols. I must access this vessel's power capacitor. Would you like to keep me company?"

The android turned bodily to watch her, its free-floating arsenal slowly drifting toward it with the same field that kept it affixed to the door. Its lenses flickered again.

"We can share our bad feelings with one another. I for one am concerned that I will have to defend us regardless of whether I am able to reactivate our Mind."

targeted scans-assuming the Pozo Negro's hull can be penetrated

The chassis itself is made of numerous rare metals worth a small fortune, but the whole certainly exceeds the sum of its parts. The power capacitor and integrated reservoirs keeping it running are worth more than any of the ships in this present astronomical unit of space. If the sensors sweeping Lachesniv-Bohah are sophisticated enough, they will detect a disproportionately large subspace wake coming from the Pozo Negro. This is caused by the folded space housing Lachesniv-Bohah's mind.

The 1st Magic Insurrection [NEW/ACCEPTING]

If we're basically pulling up I'd like that to be stated clearly at this point. Want to prospect for a new RP but not 'til this one's ToD'd.

The Technology Planet - Frixion Prime - Open

@Zarkun

Life comes first, and god knows I've taken as much time to myself when I needed it. No apology necessary.

Distress Signal: Bandits Attacking a Mercenary Ship

Lachesniv-Bohah

"Well, this module is very limited. I actually prefer jacks..." Lachesniv flicked its wrist, and the deck of cards exploded into a burst of multicolored blunt caltrops that spread out in the air above the two figures, "...but without simulated gravity, there's not much of a game there." In the android's free hand was suddenly a fist-sized black rubber ball, which it tossed gently into the field of caltrops. The ball left a neat cylinder of empty space in its wake as it brushed past everything, and after it exceeded the unseen holo-mod's range, the entire projection flickered out of sight.

"I miss Bohah."

Lachesniv flicked its wrist again, and this time a set of six black dice with white indented pips appeared. It deftly manipulated them into circle between her head and its own.

"I am afraid."

Always Lachesniv spoke with such a relaxing tone. There were no physical signs of anxiety either, just the declarations that the entity was not comfortable.

Distress Signal: Bandits Attacking a Mercenary Ship

And then there were two scenes.

Distress Signal: Bandits Attacking a Mercenary Ship

Lachesniv-Bohah

The android watched Nilam as he inspected its guns and then busied himself with investigating the new arrival. When Nilam left through the airlock, Lachesniv returned its attention to Breeze. It lifted an arm, one of its weapons--the Mule rifle--magnetizing gently through the air and into the android's hand. It placed the rifle in its lap and then folded its hands over it. Its head never turned away from her.

"We share common unfamiliarity. My Mind and I have not been within at least two million [light-years] of our home in at least half of our operation time." There was the faint sound of Lachesniv's air thrusters sputtering, and the android began drifting very slowly toward Breeze as it continued to speak. "Perhaps we should entertain ourselves while I wait for Blackwell. I do not want to utilize his ship without his permission."

The android's jets faintly kicked yet again, and it was five or so feet away from Breeze. Its forward motion stopped. It was simply suspended there, watching her, still sitting with its gun in its lap.

"Would you like to play cards? I have a holoset, and would welcome the distraction. This situation is terrifying." Lachesniv held up a hand as it spoke, a digital projection flickering into life. In his grip was now a set of glowing, hardlight playing cards. For all the android spoke of being terrified, its voice didn't express a sense of urgency. The V.I. operating sounded quite calm.

Allaria - Classical Fantasy Ch. 5 - Recruit the Shadowwald!

Notice: Snipped the final section of my second character post to better react to the party's needs after the fight. Still sitting out the fight proper.

Next post should be up around Tuesday evening EST at the latest.

Distress Signal: Bandits Attacking a Mercenary Ship

It's an amusing trope to play with once in a while.

Distress Signal: Bandits Attacking a Mercenary Ship

The chassis continued to spin in its seated position. It showed no reaction to having its weapons moved. None of them responded save the archaic laspistol, which immediately hummed to life just by Nilam coming into contact, but it powered down just as quickly, its microcapacitor going silent once more.

"I am unaware of the events that lead to our chassis' siphon-jack attaching to the hull of the vessel you retrieved our housing from. We have been drifting in deep space for at least three cycles. Our stand-by protocol in deep drift includes automated attachment onto a vessel's hull and siphoning minimal power until enough can be accumulated to jump-start our main generator. I would have been activated if our protocol had endangered the ship. As to attracting pirates, you did not detect us until we began attempting a feedback surge. My readings indicate we were attached to the ship for at least [two months]. They did not detect us either. I assume vessels in this region are not sophisticated enough to detect nanonets of the size required to conceal our chassis."

As Lachssniv spoke, both Blackwell and Breeze noticed that the entity began turning its head to look directly at Breeze. At the end of its analysis, it dischaged a small amount of air thrust, steadying its position and looking between the two creatures. Its gaze fell on Breeze again, and if either of the two were watching closely they could notice a faint strobing in those purple dots.

"Who are you? Your dialect is difficult for me to parse, and our Mind is currently unpowered."

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