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“ It. . . always ends like this. " which is a shame because he really enjoyed fiddling with the device that now refuses to power up again. His curiosity has gotten the best of him thus leading to...
( You can find me and No2 here now, almongst Adam, Eve and 9S! Please follow if you’re still active and interested in interacting with these muses, and I will re-follow!
4gottens:
“Just a moment,” he said as 2D sat down beside him. He let his arms fall in his lap, but his cloved fingers continued to fiddle with the flower. “I’ll browse through the database. Imagine if you have found something no one else has discovered yet…!”
Just a picture of the flower and a little look over the recorded library of local foliage confirmed that they had, indeed, not made a groundbreaking discovery.
“It’s called Night Sky Petunia,” he said. “Isn’t it a bit funny, having something named after the stars grow on this side of the planet? It’s not part of the natural growth around here either. The records say that humans used to grow them because they are pretty, just for fun. Somehow this one had ended up surviving all these years even though it’s not its natural habitat. It really makes you think, huh…” he said, growing silent for a moment. “Sometimes a little thing you do, something you consider insignificant in the grand scale, might carry out a long way and bloom in the most unexpected places. I doubt the person who originally planted it could have known that somehow its spawn would survive thousands of years!”
The information was found quickly, and he was pleased to hear it. Though, 4S did not reply to his second question... His lips curved downwards more, and he looked out of the window instead. Perhaps he was avoiding to answer. Fine. Then he’d let it rest. And just listen. “It sounds like there is hope, even for little things.” he mused, having relaxed just from being distracted. “What do you want to do? In possibly thousands of years, when the war is over?” He had asked this question before, but somehow he wanted to hear 4S’ answer. Was it going to be different? What would 9H have said upon being brought a flower. He would have acted differently for sure. Or was he just telling himself that?
4gottens:
4S sat down and stretched his legs forward, picking up the flower from behind his ear and giving it a careful look. It brought a smile on his face. He knew that many soldiers were fond of that sort of thing, and he could understand why.
“It’s beautiful,” he said simply, raising to the level of his eyes like it would help him see better. He swayed his feet and gave out a little laugh. “It reminds me of the stars we see up at the bunker. It’s so strange. It’s like the little dots were glowing. Do you want me to find out what it’s called?”
2D seemed a little sullen, but 4S had deduced that it was simply his default expression. He could not have been in that sour of a mood if he came back bearing gifts, after all.
“Yes, find that out.” he said bruskly, but moved to sit next to the scout. Perhaps it was not necessary at all, but he had developed the habit of polishing especially his rougher looking limbs after going out. He already looked rugged as it was, he couldn’t let his legs seem all dirty in addition. One of these days he’d get a new uniform. Until then... they should be finding clothes soon. He sneaked a glance at 4S, though, watching him look at the flower. Maybe the Scout had really liked it after all. “Do you not like receiving things such as this?” he asked, after a moment.
4gottens:
“Yes?” 4S raised his eyes to meet 2D’s. Even though none of his limbs was a perfect fit, 2D had seemed ecstatic to move around freely, to run and to explore even after 4S had had his fill - and he had not even known it was possible for him to grow tired of frolicking first.
Something was placed behind his ear and as if by instinct, he lifted his hand to touch it. A flower. He was curious to see it closer, but something about 2D’s expression convinced him that the other was happy to see it right where it was. He did not remove it, but he could still feel the smooth petals and the delicate stem.
“Where did you find it?” he asked, somehow happy. “Why did you bring it here?”
“Oh.” Somehow it made him flustered to have his action be questioned, and he looked at the spot at the wall just behind 4S’ shoulder. Somehow not directly looking made the feeling go away. “Just to show you. I thought it might be interesting to you. I found it close to a narrow bridge. It led into the forest. I don’t really care about flowers.” That also made him feel less flustered, and the feeling completely faded as he crossed his arms in front of his chest.
“Hey, 4S.” he walked towards him, lips curling into a smile. He’d been in a good mood ever since he was able to...walk. Use his own two feet. No2 had briefly been off to explore on his own, but came back after a short while. He found a purple flower, and it was pretty, like he’d never seen before. It was sprinkled with white dots, making every petal look like a universe of its own. Once in front of the Scout, he gently put it behind his ear. “Look what I found.”
“Do you think you can beat me?”
(( ooc: click the link above for a game of board games online. anyone is welcome, but I wanna stay ‘ic’ for reasons of cracky fun!! I just want to try and do things to create a little community and group of friends so we can all write epic things together while also being silly, heh.
trcshymemes:
NieR: Automata Sentence Starters:
aka pure suffering.
❝ Feelings are prohibited. ❞
❝ Gifts are such a useless ritual. ❞
❝ Sorry. Guess I spaced out there for a bit. ❞
❝ Your bandage is coming undone. Here, let me change it. ❞
❝ We have to go before we lose the light.❞
❝ I just…wanted a family. ❞
❝ Please…kill…me… ❞
❝ No don’t…Don’t do this!❞
❝ Souls and Heaven. Do those things really exist? ❞
❝ Eternity…It hurts…It really hurts… ❞
❝ This pain! This sadness! This desperation! You know nothing about it! ❞
❝ It’s okay because…I’m going to kill you. I-I’m going to end your suffering now. ❞
❝ I was running…from the memories of losing those close to me…It was so hard…so painful. ❞
❝ I have to atone for my sins…no matter what. ❞
❝ Perhaps we’re not so different after all. ❞
❝ Hey can I kill ‘em yet? ❞
❝ I…I believed you! ❞
❝ You know nothing about humanity! ❞
❝ I’m glad I got to see you here. I truly am. ❞
❝ I’ll tear you apart… Every last one of you! ❞
❝ (name)…the time I was able to spend with you…It was like memories of pure light. ❞
❝ Why do I desire the touch of something that no longer exists? ❞
❝ Aw, are you worried about me? ❞
❝ I’m merely pointing out that you would be a liability on the battlefield. ❞
❝ Wait, please! I have no intention of harming you. ❞
❝ I suppose such intense curiosity can be admirable…in its own way. ❞
❝ Don’t you dare apologize. You’ve done nothing wrong. ❞
❝ It’s all going wrong. You can feel it too, right? ❞
❝ I’m glad you were with me. ❞
❝ We’re able to endure because we have each other. ❞
❝ Don’t worry. It’s going to be okay. ❞
❝ To think we have the same face, but such different smiles. ❞
❝ Why must we suffer this persecution? ❞
❝ I’m all right as long as you’re with me. ❞
❝ It always ends like this…❞
❝ Why are they coming after us? Why?! ❞
❝ If I knew this could I happen, I never would have… ❞
❝ I cannot live with this heartbreak inside me… ❞
❝ I need you…I need you to delete my memories. And if not, then I need you to kill me.❞
❝ I’m…I’m so scared…❞
❝ I can’t stop…Have to keep fighting… ❞
❝ Don’t break too quickly now. ❞
❝ I didn’t ask for help. ❞
❝ You’re pretty useless, you know that?❞
❝ I don’t care if this is a trap. I just have to kill them all. ❞
❝ You’re an obstinate one, aren’t you? ❞
❝ Do you truly think you can win? ❞
❝ All things end with accepting death, do they not? ❞
❝ Don’t feel bad about it. We are alive, after all. And being alive is pretty much a constant stream of embarrassment. ❞
❝ Sacrificial lambs. All of us. ❞
❝ Isn’t that HILARIOUS? Doesn’t it just make you LAUGH? ❞
❝ We have no capacity for emotion. But when we were connected and exchanged information, something…happened. I cannot deny the feeling of something resembling consciousness and emotion being born. ❞
❝ The more human records I uncover, the more charmed I am by their complexity. ❞
❝ The core of humanity…is conflict. They fight. Steal. Kill. This is humanity in its purest form. ❞
❝ A future is not given to you. It is something you must take for yourself. ❞
❝ Why is life…so painful…? ❞
❝ I don’t need this world. ❞
❝ Our cursed cycle of destruction and rebirth continues without end. ❞
❝ Everything that lives is designed to end. ❞
❝ We are perpetually trapped in a never-ending spiral of life and death. However…life is about the struggle within the cycle. ❞
❝ I never quite realized…how beautiful this world is. ❞
yorhamodel4s:
It had been such a long time since he had last been able to contact the bunker and his operator. Some grew incredibly close to theirs, whereas some had a relationship that was strictly professional. 4S fellin the latter category, but somehow he had still missed the familiar voice on the other end of the line.
“Operator 2O here,” she said. “Suggesting a delayed data sync with rest of YoRHa. An up to date syncronization is requiered for every unit before the details of the next mission can be provided.”
“Roger that,” 4S said, praying that the connection would stay as crystal clear until the data sync would be done. For now, data between him and the bunker server was moving smoothly, and he focused on that alone just to get it done and over with. During that, he was barely moving, hardly paying attention to his surroundings, and certainly not listening to the exchange between the resistance member and 2D.
“I’m afraid I can’t do that,” was one of the last things he heard the Resistance member reply to 2D’s request. “If it makes you feel better, it’s going to feel like a little pinch compared to what you have already been through, judging by your condition.”
After that, 4S was fully connected to bunker’s network. He navigated his way through a familiar route of silent, unforgiving and cold binary. Here and there, he could find new snippets of information. Something about deceased aliens, an evolving machine network that had recenly collapsed for reasons he could not quite understand, and how this was their chance to turn the tables of the war that had been going on far too long. Hopeful news, promising news, so many troops that had already shared every new intelligence they had as they had synced up with the servers. With their back up data safe and secure, they would be immortal in the battlefield, and the blow against the enemy forces would be…
What was that?
4S moved back.
A fissure. An interference. A small bug, most likely, a one replacing a zero, but as he tried to return to investigate it, he was unable to. The small error was something he had never experienced before, and how strange and alien it was filled him with worry and fear. Someone better take a look at that. Someone other than him.
He hesitated. Everything seemed so orderly, yet something was off. Having such a clear connection after months of trouble, the sudden collapse of enemy forces, everything ready and conditions perfect for a triumphant battle.
Too good to be true…
Which would be safer, holding on to his and 2D’s data for now on, or syncronizing with everyone else?
2D’s data…
4S backed off quickly, leaving a trace of his presence, but no proof that he had never gone through the full procedure.
“Contacting operator 2O,” he said, tone as cheerful and calm as it had been. “Reporting a successful syncronization with the server.”
“Understood,” 2O said. “I will send you the mission details. Good luck, 4S.”
Afraid he couldn’t do that? Then why did the resistance member not seem phased? He tensed up, mouth knitting into a tight line as he looked away and just listened to him work instead. He guessed he was going to have to occupy himself. It took a moment for the leg to be positioned, and the spot to where it was going to be attached to being fully out in the open. They had to remove remains of dirt and again, that moss that’s been plaguing him. It felt strange to have it somewhat be a part of him. Once he was sure that everything was going according to plan, he prepared himself for the moment that his body would perceive the leg as a possible threat. It was a strange concept, pain. Why did he even feel it at that moment? His body could alert him once the threat had been confirmed -- perhaps it was the pain whatever former android had felt when the leg was removed. No, that was impossible. No2 leaned back, attempting to ‘relax’ when pain shot through him. After this he was going to be able to walk. His gaze wandered towards the corner 4S was seated at. He couldn’t figure out what exactly it was that the Scout was doing. Pain continued, and he groaned in the back of his throat, not wanting to lose face, in front of the resistance member especially. His eyes fell upon a pair of white birds. They were sitting together, sunlight glistening. His vision whitened out for a second, and one of them was gone. He had to pay close attention to see whether that was because of the adaption his body was going through, or if this kind of mistake would occur again. He closed his eyes, and waited until the pain faded away. It did, eventually, and when he opened them, he looked into the resitance member’s face. “Is it...good?” he asked quietly, carefully attempting to move his foot, its toes curling. It was foreign, but it was his now, and he reached out to touch it, his sensors detecting touch. Yes. It was his now. “4S.” he said quietly, but he knew the Scout was going to hear him. “Look at it..!” He wanted confirmation. Not from the resistance member, but from the one who’d put him together so far.
yorhamodel4s:
“Thank you,” 4S said proudly, already aware that he was not useless at all - even if during quiet times like these, he did feel a little useless. “Well, that goes without saying YoRHa wouldn’t keep useless models around. Anyone who is no longer needed is converted to something else as far as I’ve understood. And the there are newer, more efficient models being made all the time!” Oddly enough, voicing that out loud made him doubt himself again. Had he been left to work alone because someone more efficient had already taken his place?
2D’s question surprised him. He had seemed a little closed off, someone who would certainly prefer to be fast and competent rather than having a chatty partner by his side, but 4S’s reply was obvious.
“I hope so,” he said warmly. “Once we get you to the bunker and they’ve assigned you a new role, it’s possible we might be able to help each other! I’ve seen scanners assisting some more aggressive models in the field. I wonder if I would be any help to a defender, though… I suppose time will tell, huh?”
He had never heard of anyone making a request to be partnered with someone. By all logic such emotional outbursts would be silenced and he would be separated from 2D forever. But it was a nice thought…
[ MEMORY.FILE: END. ]
( starter call!
“I’ve never seen someone do something as silly such as this.” he drawled, finally speaking up after watching for a moment.
yorhamodel4s:
He continued to interweave, gathering the stray strands in a neat braid that ran across 2D’s right temple. Perhaps his hair would not get in the way so often like this - not that the other had complained.
“It looks good like this,” he said. “It’s a little strange how different you look when I compare you to myself, but I like it.”
He listened to 2D quietly.
“A male healer model… Those are not produced any longer either. He must be as old as you are,” he said. “If such model has been found recently, there is surely some record in the YoRHa database. I can take a look if you’d like. But it’s also possible he is…”
This time the silence sounded a little sad. If 2D had been lying in the dust, abandoned and broken, why wouldn’t his partner be? If there was no data of 2D, it could only mean that 9H had failed to upload their backup data - their final moments - to the bunker. But 4S did not want 2D to lose hope. If this was what he believed in, what he yearned for, he would not be the one to take it from him.
“My type has room for five slots of back up data,” he said proudly. “It’s a downgrade from your 9H for sure, but the newer models have even less room. There are scanners out there with only room for them and one other just in case they get assigned to a mission with someone else. Maybe they find it easier for each model to be responsible of their back up data, or their own and their partner’s…?”
Even he had not had to use this ability in ages - and it was not because the severed connection with the bunker.
Scanners usually worked alone.
“In my squadron, almost every unit looked different from each other, safe for one twin model. One of them was a Scanner, while the other was a Gunner.” he said, his memories sounding so stupidly affectionate that he regreted saying it a moment later. He hadn’t even been close to them. He had known he was going to have to.... He frowned, and looked at the ground between them again, and then back up at 4S as he told him about his capabilities. “I still think your abilities are very impressive, 4S.” he said amiably, not wanting the Scout to think otherwise. “I would assume that having units work alone as much as possible is the least complicated and most efficient way of conducting most tasks.” he commented, but then quieted down a little bit. He hesitantly reached out to simply put his hand on top of 4S’ hand that had been resting on the ground. “You mentioned partners. Do you think we can become partners once I can walk?”
yorhamodel4s:
4S gave 2D a hopeful look as if to tell him to accept. All parts could be replaced later, as new and shiny and fitting as the other wanted, but for now whatever was offered would have to do. They were lucky to not have been attacked on their limp across the edge of the desert, and it was all thanks to his careful scanning and planning. When the enemy lines would grow thicker, he would have to either work harder, or they would have to fight.
Machines knew nothing of mercy. Machines knew nothing of different circumstances. They just attacked, and fought until the pitiful yet unfairly painless end, and killed, killed…
And accept 2D did. 4S smiled and gave the Resistance merchant a nod as a thank you. It was more than they could rightfully ask for.
“Thank you very much,” he said as politely as he could. “We wouldn’t… I wouldn’t know what else to do! I owe you one.”
The Resistance merchant seemed somewhat carefree, shrugging his gratitude off with a chuckle. Perhaps it was due to too many empty promises YoRHa units had already made, or because he didn’t need or want much, or because it was just how he communicated. This was everything 4S and 2D needed, yet he acted like it was part of another routine, and 4S could not quite reach him with his relieved gratitude.
A friend. Goal indeed achieved. 4S tried not to look stupid or broken as he smiled.
“Don’t worry about it,” the Resistance member said. “I’m here to help, and it’s help you two need. I’ll rememeber you if I ever need anything.”
4S sat down, ready to contact the bunker now that the signal was clear. 2D could have his leg installed meanwhile. A part of him felt a little jealous, like it was his right to pick and choose and install, finish his project, but he knew that the Resistance member would do his job as well as he could. It would be a waste of time to do all that while also trying to upoad both of their data in the database.
“I’ll be over here, uploading if you need me,” he said, sitting down on a mat that had been placed on the ground. It was a nice change from the sand. “Contacting operator 2O. Waiting for confirmation.”
With the reply from above, he left the merchant to tend to his friend’s leg.
“The cave network?” the merchant murmured as he rummaged through the available spare parts until he found what he was looking for. “Someone’s already mapped it, but if you guys want to go and see it for yourselves, go ahead.”
“Thank you.” No2 gently added to the thankings of his friend, nodding his head along. But then they were lead elswhere, and he realized that they were going to be seperated from here. He didn’t even know that his initial feeling of anxiety came from that fact before 4S sat down on a mat just in the corner of the very same area that he was going to be treated in and he felt strangely relieved. He was ashamed to admit that much, even to himself, so he looked incredibly tense for a moment, but then the resistance member’s voice shook him out of his thoughts. “It would be nice if the map data could be transfered to m- the scout.” he said, saving himself before he could say ‘his scout’. Perhaps he should get his leg attached and just run, before he’d get attached to the other YoRHa soldier, too. But where would he even go? And what for? He knew 4S was going to contact the bunker as soon as he could, but at the same time, he dreaded it -- more so because of the orders he himself might be receiving upon contact. It had been three years. But he was still tired of it. He quietly mustered the merchant, watching him put out different legs at his side. Some of them seemed fitting, they’d just have to check for a good sizing again. “I prefer being unconscious during this. I trust you to- not that one wearing heels, please.”
covertomen:
POD 042 ALERTS // “ YoRHa Unit 2 Type B. Suggestion: establish contact with YoRHa Unit ” @au2matic
“ Command sent me to support you, 2b. Operator, are you there? I’ve established contact. ”
“ Oh! Hello, 2b! I’ll inform the Commander you’ve found him. Also, forwarding a few reports of machine activity within the region, you’ll have to reestablish connections with a few transporters in the area – they’ve gone offline. ”
“ Roger that. Goodbye. ”
For the first time in a long while the unit stood before her comrade in perplexity: a male unit with the same designation as herself and it made her wonder; was that his true purpose? She had no right to question command’s ulterior motives when it came to the advancement of mankind, but that didn’t stop her from being curious about other models that were like her. 2b had to wonder if they found it just as difficult to destroy fellow YoRHa units, or if she was merely defective and buying her time – if Commander would conclude she was turning soft – would compromise the mission – and would in turn have another Executioner model sent to take her out.
Perhaps it was fitting, that way. Karma for her own blindness.
Lately, it seemed he could never really rest in piece. Though practically enough, those restless times had started after 4S had helped him to assemble limbs and complete his body, not before, when he was a torso without arms and legs. He had a feeling that somehow he’d been located, so when he saw the other YoRHa model approach, he made no move to flee. He had to try and negotiate. Lately, so many things were about words rather than actions. He calmly stood, mustering her as she arrived, head tilted upwards as though he had no worry in the world.
------ “Identify yourself, please.” he demanded, and yet his voice was calm, almost gentle even. With being lifeless for three years, and having neither a battle visor, nor a pod to give him details, he was depended on verbal communication.
yorhamodel4s:
“That doesn’t make much sense. Is it a reward for your or me?” 4S said, laughing a little. If giving would provide more pleasure than receiving, they would end up in an endless loop of competing who could gather more rewards to shower the other with. It sounded oddly familiar to the concept of “friendship”. An achievement unlocked? One friend received?
“See? Over there!” 4S rejoiced as he could finally spot the desert camp looming in the distance. It looked smaller than he remembered, and only one Resistance member was sitting there in the shade in front of a transporter, possibly ready to exchange whatever machine parts passerbys had gathered for goods and necessities. The machine parts, of course, would later be used to produce more chips, salve, upgrades, fast healing methods.
“Hello sir!” he greeted the unknown android cheerfully as they stumbled to the shade, dusty and a little out of breath, 2D’s heavy weight pressing against his side. “We have been injured. My partner has lost a limb, and we are looking for replacement parts…”
The Resistance member gave them a look, possibly judging their uniforms, trying to come to some conclusion whether there was anything to spare for these models particularly. A part of 4S wanted to shield 2D form his gaze, knowing that his mismatched limbs and out of style hair-do might make him seem suspicious, worthy of someone higher up to check up on, or to report, anything to delay their stay. (And as much as 4S wanted to report his findings to the bunker, the thought of the joy of running around with 2D had taken priority without him even noticing.)
“We have something for scanners, but your friend looks a little too tall for that,” the Resistance member said. There was something simple and staightforward about him. It made him easy to trust. “You would be better off at the city camp. They’re alwayd doing better resource wise. But I can see how limping there like this might be a problem with that gaping hole in the ground and all.” The android nodded towards 2D’s missing leg.
“So the transporter…” 4S started, mildly disappointed but not surprised.
“Nope, still malfunctioning. But the one at the city camp has access to the bunker. Or that’s the latest word of mouth anyway.”
4S frowned, thinking hard. They would at least have to rest, and…
“You know,” the Resistance member said, but his words were aimed at 2D. “This might sound like an odd suggestion to fancy YoRHa soldiers like you, but a good ol’ android leg might do as well as a YoRHa type. At least to help you guys get to the city camp and fly off to that bunker of yours. There are some sizes that might fit, though I’m not that sure about compability. Looks like you’ve been through a lot, so I doubt there’s much more harm that could do. What d’you say? Wanna give it a shot?”
When his attention was drawn towards the camp, he found a good reason not to reply to their conversation about rewards. Why would he feel so accomplished giving 4S one? He had no idea, but he did crave it, somehow. Maybe he wanted to imprint himself in others in one way or the other, just like others would leave their mark on him before they disappeared. But revenge couldn’t explain a deed done out of affection, now, could it? He looked ahead, and felt something akin to a nervous prickle run through him as they headed towards the resistance member in the distance -- or maybe it was a little gush of wind, now shielded from the rocks around them. Still, when he finally did stand in front of him, 2 appeared aloof, raising his head and nonchalantly watching 4S converse with them, wanting to show the man that he still had some pride left despite of his injuries. Yet, it felt good to have the Scout at his side, so he didn’t have to face the exhaustion of this conversation alone. First there was hope, and then it was crushed, just to be rekindled yet again in the span of minutes. He was determined not to walk on without a second leg. 2 was surprised to be spoken to, especially after 4S had led most of the conversation for him, and his first reaction at the suggestion was to narrow his eyes. But then....what choices did he have. Who was he to even be as much as mildly offended by that plan. “I accept.” he said decidedly, after a moment of consideration. “I’m willing to provide whatever you need in exchange for it. Unfortunately, I also must request a resting place for me and my friend.” Friend. It was the first time he’d used that word, but he was sure a member of the resistance would understand. They seemed to see these matters differently, anyway. “We need to rest as well as clean up, perhaps change wardrobe. As you may have noticed, not many parts of me initially belong to me. It’s a nuisance to seem like a clustered mess at first glance.” Perhaps he’d asked too much, but he had to try. He felt like he had nothing to lose, so he also remembered the reward. “I’d also like to know who to contact if we want more information about the cave network nearby. It interests me.” It definitely did not interest him.
quantumseraphim:
。༺ ۩ ༻。───── Regene continued to stare the unit down, unblinking and unmoved. His stare was apathetic at best, unimpressed by the male unit’s explanation. There was a pause between them, the pretty android’s eyes drifting between the half obscured eyes of the other and the tip of his sword. It was model he was unfamiliar with, though this fact was inconsequential. Regardless that blade would do nothing against a well aimed bullet. Absently Regene considered drawing his weapon, however he considered that at this range he would more than likely end up being damaged himself in dispatching this rogue android. Variables were taken into account, risk of harm to his person calculated. 78% chance of severe damage - he remained still, eyes trained on the male.
“Regene Regetta. Advanced YoRHa prototype.” That small bit of information as to his designation and affiliation was all he was willing to offer. Instead, Regene focused on using persuasion to secure a tactical advantage. “Unit 2D, if you were damaged during a mission why did you not seek the aid of the refugees?”
Tieria…
A call echoed through his mind as he spoke to the rogue android, a silent voice which rippled across the quantum space between the physical and not.
I found the deserter.
It wasn’t long before a response whispered it’s way into his mind.
I’ll track you. Stay put.
Faintly, petal pink lips quirked into the tiniest of smiles.
He has a weapon. A sword.
Understood. Do not engage.
A soft breath escaped Regene’s nose.
You’re no fun…
He was so calm - although he could not entirely be sure if this was a male or female model by their looks, but the voice pointed towards a he - that it almost caused himself to lose his calm and just ram his blade where it was pointing. But if possible, he wanted to avoid battle. 4S’ unconscious body was still safely tugged away in a corner of the building, after all, just one floor lower. With the holes in the ground, one could barely speak of floors, though, so even though a layer of concrete was seperating them from the Scout’s body, it was still unsettling. Why was this unit questioning him? What was going to be their aim? It was better to act peaceful, still.
“I was looking for help from the resistance. They helped with repairs. But there was no functioning transport point, still isn’t, as far as I’m informed, and I found no way of communication with the bunker. I am taking shelter because my condition is not the best.” He explained calmly, pulling his sword away and taking a step back to let the other stand up if they wished to do so.
