15-0-10 keeps sorting through the systems to see if there are any video feeds or the like while responding in something very like Captain Arvak's voice, "Or it may've gone back to that rock, lads. 'E said he was going there in his last log, right?"
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15-0-10 pulls some tools out of its pack and spends part of the rest period doing repairs to itself, then curls up in a corner and goes into rest mode. Precisely eight hours after starting it powers back up and trots over to one of the console. Popping out its datajack, it plugs into the proper port. "Suggestion: a collaboration," it says robotically to Dirk.
It starts trying to grant itself access to the full system.
"I specialize in mechanical and electronic beings, not organic," 15-0-10 says with the voice of an engineer from a famous holovid series.
"It would round to six hours," 15-0-10 point out in its most robotic tone. With more inflection, it adds, "If we are to wait that long, it would be more effective to wait long enough for proper self-maintenance and recharging."
I hope the next cornea transplant attempt goes better, as well!
Yeah, hope it goes well!
"Getting anything out of the computer systems will not be possible for another 5.93333 hours," 15-0-10 states. "If we are not planning on an extended maintenance period, it is not likely worth our time to wait."
15-0-10, currently laying perfectly still on the ground save for the quiet whirring of internal machinery, pop open a port in their forehead and extend a small cord. "Perhaps next time take advantage of the living robot," it states in a monotone so deadpan it must be deliberate. Then it withdraws its data cord.
I decided to go with Augmented as 15-0-10's archetype, so its stellar revelation got swapped out for getting half-price 'skin' augmentations.
15-0-10 level-up:
You also possess a supernaturally accurate sense of time—you’re always aware of the exact date and time wherever (and whenever) you are, accurate to the millisecond, and can precisely measure time as it passes without the need for a clock or other device.)
"I have some need for maintenance, however my current resources would leave nothing for emergencies were I to engage in such at present," 15-0-10 states.
"I recommend pausing for maintenance and repairs at this point," 15-0-10 states, slowly trotting into the bridge and looking around. "This room should be fairly secure now. Perhaps we should rest here before investigating the systems."
15-0-10 triumphantly thwacks the remaining foe with its shield!
"Come on, comrades! One final effort! We'll win the day yet!" 15-0-10 proclaims in one of its 'action hero' voices as it keeps shield-bashing.
15-0-10's continued attempts to smash with its glowing shield seem to pick up a bit of energy as it *finally* connects.
The SRO seems content to continue swinging its shield around even though it's been ineffective so far.
15-0-10 didn't see anything better to do at present than to keep bashing with its shield, considering an explosion of flames would be... unhelpful for its allies at present.
"If space could be cleared, we could consider using area effects," 15-0-10 comments in an oddly calm, slightly feminine voice while continuing its attempts to bash things.
15-0-10 isn't about to complain about one foe foolishly choosing to move and spread out its attacks rather than focus. This does mean it has to choose a new target for its own attacks, however, going for one of the foes in the doorway
Well, I can't roll worth anything this battle I guess. XD
15-0-10 lashes out wildly with its shield in a vain attempt to bash the creature before it strikes. Its casing holds against the strike... for now. It repeats its attempt to attack the creature now on the wall.
15-0-10 stands in the doorway with shield deployed. It lines up a shot with its pistol with its other manipulators.
"That sounds quite logical," 15-0-10 says in its most monotone voice as it puts its tools away and gets back on its feet. Then it swaps to a 'bold action hero' voice as it reactivates its shield. "I'm ready to go, cover me as I open the door!" It trots forward and reaches with an unoccupied manipulator tentacle to open the door to the bridge.
15-0-10 immediately lays down on the floor, reaches into its pack with a couple manipulator-tentacles, and pulls out some tools. It then begins doing some field-expedient repairs on itself.
"Damage sustained, requesting time to effect repairs," 15-0-10 says in its most robotic tones.
15-0-10 is pleased it finally managed to block its opponent--not that its robotic body shows any sign of this. But rather than say anything it continues its attempt to also use its shield as a blunt weapon.
Hope everyone's holiday time is going well!
15-0-10 tries yet again to smash the creature with its solar shield, jumping to one side in spite of the slight hesitation in its foreleg and whipping said shield about on its manipulator tentacle.
"Warning! Structural damage!" 15-0-10 blares as the creature again gets around its shield. A few sparks fly out of the gash left in its shoulder casing from the attack as it tries yet again to smash the creature.
Ooof, sad to hear that. :( Take your time.
15-0-10 twists as the creature strikes it, getting only a scratch on its casing from the attack. It strikes back with its shield as it starts cautiously working its way around its target.
With its companions in position, 15-0-10 darts forward to bash the creature with its shield to start the hostilities.
15-0-10 snaps its shield around between itself and the sleeping creature. "There is another sleeping creature here," it quietly states in its robotic monotone.
15-0-10 cautiously advances towards the likely corpse. "Cover me," it asks of its companions as it does.
"Let us go forth!" 15-0-10 proclaims in what is definitely a copy of the voice of a famous vidgame hero as it leads the way around the reactor and deeper into the ship.
"Fortunately, I have no need to breathe," 15-0-10 says in its most robotic voice. Switching to a more natural, inflected tone, it continues, "It seems we've cleared everything in this area, should we continue deeper into the ship now?"
15-0-10 carefully looks around the area. Seeing no further threats, it slightly relaxes its stance and goes to assist with re-starting the power.
15-0-10 whips its shield into position to block the creature's attack, then snaps it forward to bash its foe in the face.
15-0-10's shield flicks out at the end of its 'tentacle' to bludgeon the now obviously predatory creature.
It chases close behind its enemy and attacks again.
15-0-10 orients its shield toward the creature near it and... yips. It holds oddly still, all three of its cameras fixed on the creature.
15-0-10 stops near one of the odd crystals and looks it over, though it avoids touching it for the moment.
15-0-10 pauses when it see the dormant creatures. It subtly repositions itself to be more between the rest of is group and said creatures, it's shield held at the ready.
Pretty sure the rules say you can't be in a stellar mode when you're not in combat. That said, given we're all solarians I wouldn't complain about altering that :D
15-0-10 will make certain the recording drone is active before the airlock opens. "The vacuum will not be a problem for me, and I trust the rest of you have charged your armor's life support?" The SRO's voice this time is a confident contralto.
15-0-10 withdraws itself from the ship's systems with just a touch of regret. While becoming ensouled has made it more attached to its hardware than a fully digital existence, it still felt... expanded when it had a direct data link to some more processors and memory, even such a basic system as the shuttle. Once it's fully detatched from the shuttle's processors, 15-0-10 physically detaches from the shuttle, its datajack withdrawing into the port in its forehead. It hops down from the pilot seat and trots towards the airlock. As it does, it taps two manipulator-tentacles to its solarian mote then spreads them out, a shimmering hemisphere of light forming between them as it does. It wraps another tentacle around its pistol, lifting it behind the shield, its camera-tipped tentacle laying alongside the gun as a sight. "While there were no signs of enemies, it seems best to be prepared," it says in a voice that sounds very close to a recent action vid hero's. "If the rest of you are ready, let's get this party started."
"Open airlock detected. No life signs detected," 15-0-10 reports robotically. In a warmer, more inflected voice it adds, "It looks part of the ship is still pressurized, and part isn't. That open airlock would be an easy place to dock. Any objections to it?"
"Switching primary processing to sensor input," 15-0-10 reports robotically, still over the shuttle's speakers.
Satisfied with its system sweep, though suspecting that the station's technincians had wiped out any signs there might have been of the cause of the problems, 15-0-10, jumps back into the pilot seat and jacks into the Hippocampus. Its body goes perfectly still as its consciousness concentrates on piloting. As they near the Acreon, its voice--the inflected but robotic one it often uses--sounds from the shuttle's speakers. "We are the authorized boarders. If there is nothing you wish to see from the outside, I will begin docking procedures. I assume we wish to go to a personnel hatch, not a cargo hatch?"
As soon as it's allowed to, 15-0-10 sets about checking the ship's systems for signs of sabotage.
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