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15-0-10 tilts its head with a mechanical creaking sound. "It seems our method of return has been... returned," it observes in its most mechanical voice. "Attempting contact..." It tries to get a network ping to return from Absalom Station's communications net with its internal comms.
That sounds like a good plan to me.
"It should be simple enough to return what we've discussed to the station and then go to the Rock," 15-0-10 opines.
Damage from first to second level is identical, so the only thing scaling weapons would do at this point is let you maybe add a weapon special, which just doesn't feel worth bothering with. If anyone cares enough 15-0-10 can do it for them, but I'm not going to bother.
"The remaining question is what to do about our new acquaintances. Perhaps it would be best to get them to safety aboard Absalom Station before we continue our investigation?"
15-0-10 does have Engineering. How many UPB's do we have again? Who needs a weapon? Given we're only level 2 there's not much in the way of upgrades we can do, but some weapons to deal other types of damage or the like would be possible.
"That seems a logical plan," 15-0-10 agree in their more robotic voice.
When Dirk walks straight into the laser blast, 15-0-10 gives him a Look. It's not a Look you knew a robot without an expressive face could manage to give, but it manages nonetheless. Once the coast is truly clear, it slips into the room and starts sorting through what's in it. When it finds the healing serums, it wordlessly offers one to the scorched dirindi.
15-0-10 holds perfectly still, silent save for the quite whir of an internal cooling fan. After a moment it states, "No immediate activation detected." It looks around and reaches a manipulator tentacle to a convenient bit of detritus, and throws it through the door.
15-0-10's neck creaks as it tilts its head. "Is it as simple as... triggering the door and not walking through?" it asks, its voice that of a wondering human child.
15-0-10 steps to the side of the door. "A bomb? Can you tell if it's about to explode or wired to the door?"
After giving the other quarters a once-over , 15-0-10 trots over to the crew storage door and reaches a manipulator tentacle to open it.
"I do not require physical input for sustenance," 15-0-10 says in its most robotic voice. ...it somehow manages to sound a bit smug about that even with the monotone voice. "Now, are we prepared for the final compartments?"
15-0-10 waits patiently, eerily still. It sees no need to respond verbally.
15-0-10 looks up at Brax, stares in silence at him for a few moments, then points a manipulator-tentacle at the food printer. "I believe you are capable of working it." It turns back to its companions. "Shall we clear the last rooms on the starboard now?"
15-0-10 starts walking in the direction of the ship's galley.
"Very well, then. We still have a couple places left to investigate. Perhaps we can set you up with some provisions in the galley while we finish?" 15-0-10 suggests, switching to a warmer, more 'human' tone.
15-0-10 tilts its head curiously at Sparks. After a moment his comm unit pings. If he looks at it, there's a message from 15-0-10 saying, I believe we all know that they are present illicitly. But I further believe they've been quite terrified enough and there's little point to terrorizing them further. Especially as they might be unstable enough to fight if pushed.
15-0-10 goes back the way it came to get out of the vents once it sees the goblins beginning to clear their barricade, trotting up to the rest of the group shortly before the door opens (and returning Dirk's drone). It considers the pair for a moment, then looks up at the rest of its group. "I do not carry organic sustenance, but it seems likely to be needed at present," it states, keeping to its robotic tones, thinking those might be more soothing to beings that had been worried about organic monsters. It then turns to the two goblins. "I am 15-0-10. Might I ask your names?"
15-0-10 obligingly sends some images of the aftermath of their battles from its visual memory... while not allowing any data to get sent back over the link.
15-0-10 messages its companions. Two goblins present in the room. Likely hiding from the creatures we slew. I will attempt contact. It backs up slightly from the ventilation grill--no reason to be somewhere they can see it to shoot it if they're as jumpy as they seem--and calls out in its most robotic voice. "Attention goblins: the likely-carnivorous creature which infested this vessel are now dead. We are a squad from Absalom Station. If you open the door, we can see to it you get medical attention and sustenance."
"For what purpose? It should not be large enough to require much reconnaissance," 15-0-10 says in its more robotic tones. "But I will use it should it seem useful, thank you."
15-0-10 tilts its head, switching its voice back to a more 'normal' tone. "It lacks manipulator appendages, which will be necessary for some of this route. I will go."
15-0-10 considers the schematics Dirk pulled up. "I could infiltrate via that vent." Is it... actually deliberately adding a radio static effect to its voice to make it sound like a secret agent from an old holovid? "Clear the blockage. See if there's someone on the other side."
15-0-10 knocks at the door and calls out, going for a warm but authoritative tone, "Is anyone still alive in there?" Assuming there's no response it waves a manipulator tentacle at the rest of the group. "Does any of you have a good weapon for breaking through this door? Mine are not."
15-0-10 examines the door to see how possible it is to open.
"It seems unlikely that there is a survivor, but we would be derelict in our duties and our morals if we did not check. Perhaps a knock first?"
"Perhaps not a repeat but a rhyme?" 15-0-10 suggests in a sing-song kind of voice.
"I doubt that they would have any reason to interfere. We can wait until we are done with our investigation to transport the crate," 15-0-10 states. "Let us continue on."
Each of you hear your comm units ping as 15-0-10 speaks. "I believe that would be best, yes," it says, in its more robotic tones. "Keeping our recording off for a long period of time would be suspicious, and I rather doubt you wish to be recorded."
"We're mostly here to ascertain the fate of your original transportation, seeing as they're all dead, and not the undead kind," 15-0-10 says in some kind of gravely voice. "I'm 15-0-10, and we were informed your container was bound for the Eoxian ambassador. I take it that's still your intention?"
15-0-10 tilts its head slightly. "Are you unaware of the battle that took place upon the ship?" it questions in its more robotic voice. "I would have thought it loud enough to overhear."
15-0-10 simply stands back and watches warily in silence. It's a little eerie how perfectly it can hold still when it wants to.
15-0-10 gives Sparks a slight nod before moving to help inspect the cargo. In the middle of it working, a message pings all your comm units. A glance shows that 15-0-10 is the sender. It should be fairly simple to message the ambassador and move the crate. Are we intending to do so? Perhaps more advance discussion would have been wise. Also inbuilt communication units are superior, you could easily get some installed to make up for your organic bodies' unfortunate lack of the same.
Things are quiet at the moment since we just finished a combat, so we're discussing where to go next.
"If none of you are lacking in firearms, I could make use of that weapon, as I tend to fight at very close ranges where a flame-throwing pistol would be of most utility," 15-0-10 states, still in its more robotic voice. It swaps to a 'noir investigator' voice. "Your theory's good there, Sparks. That's probably what killed the vics. Except... that message made it sound like there was something more than just the low-lifes we've killed already." It returns to its robotic-but-inflected voice. "Finishing with the ship and then investigating the rock is a logical course of action."
"That went much better than our previous battle," 15-0-10 comments, using its robotic-but-inflected voice. It starts nosing around at the equipment, seeing if there's anything of immediate interest to their investigation.
15-0-10 continues to beat the surviving creature with its shield while keeping said shield between it and said creature.
15-0-10 continues focusing on the creature in front of it both defensively and offensively.
"It may be unnecessary and, indeed, dangerous to us in the longer term to do so unless you can arrange to affect only our foes," it says clinically to Dirk.
15-0-10 aligns its shield towards the creature that just hit it and continues trying to beat it in the head with said shield.
15-0-10 swiftly darts into the room, sees one of the creatures just as it passes the first crates, and turns to confront it by smashing its glowing shield into its face.
Hope you heal quickly!
15-0-10 takes up position at the door, its shield fully deployed and ready.
Once it's certain it's gotten all it can from the Acreon's systems, 15-0-10 disconnects and withdraws its data cable. "It seems as logical a plan as any," it agrees with Sparks.
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?"
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!
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