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[unitxindus]

Necro's Journey: Open

The soft glow of the lights above hummed sweetly to the tune of his synthetic mind. The wiring of the room was fixed by the unit himself, he wished none of the brightness so he re-calibrated the settings. When entering the room of the unit placed the brightness to be dimmed to, what he thought was still bright, sixty percentile was the entering number. At this time the number was towards the thirty-five percentile. He enjoyed the dim lighting, the brightness stung his sensory visualization and the thoughts that raced in his mind became an endless pit of frightful details and a fruitful field of new ideas. Yes, the dim lighting helped his synthetic mind whirl softly like the humming from the lights above. His inventions flourished about him, some hidden to the another's eyes but not to him and other roamed about on their small metallic legs.

He had two animals he developed just for himself. The first was a spider, it was a mixture of a daddy long legs and a tarantula, it had a small but curvy thick body and long legs to boot. While the other was a small lizard he used mostly for a sort of "house alarm", the unit felt it was needed.The logical approach to trust was to the un-human strange to boot. The spider was titled, necromancer, the name came from the black metal he used for the little robotic unit. The lizard was given the name of Captain, Indus held an attachment to the name he didn't understand why. Uncommonly he was inventing, his head hung low to the table that was filled with paper and his shoulders forward. He was drawing as if though he was a scientist.

Observation, more mad man then scientist. "Necromancer... record the following..." The unit spoke then the little creature beeped twice softly. The unit proceeded to speak to his creature but then he turned, Necromancer would normally reach upwards using a silk web cording machine that held the small creature to be useful to be on ceilings and other places. Indus turned his head to watch as Necromancer, "No-no-no-no... Ne-Necro-necromancer co-com-come ba-back!" The unit shouted as he followed the small creature.

Where was the small spider going?

[unit-andromeda]

Supremacy // Open

Though it was something that would never be easy for her to admit, Andromeda had much to learn, despite being an inherently advanced being. She was one of the newer creations, yes - but, perhaps more importantly, the unit was also one of the less well-adjusted. Her host's mind, based on files and a minimal amount of observation, seemed to reject even the idea of handling a unit, let alone allowing the idea to come to complete fruition.

It wasn't something unbelievable, that a human didn't have the capacity to function properly alongside a unit. However, the fact that Austin, who was put in a place of power and responsibility, couldn't find it within himself to simply accept her as a part of him - that was maddening. Her thoughts led her to believe that she was a gift to the agents, especially to Austin, who had his own unavoidable concerns.

Andromeda glanced at the datapad in her hands, watching as it suddenly came back to life once the download of information had completed. She had hungrily been studying the nature of past missions and agents now either deceased or discharged in order to determine as much as she could of her assigned team. From what she had gathered, Beta was interesting.

For a group made up of a speed demon, an adrenaline junkie, a improperly equipped leader, the engineer with some head trauma, a replacement medic, the friendly boy-next-door, and a cupcake princess... Beta had done decently for themselves, she had to admit. However, 'decent' and its equivalents weren't nearly enough for her, and the mechanisms in her 'mind' kicked in as ideas and strategies towards bettering the team came through at full speed.

Then again, Andromeda hadn't exactly taken the time to fully get a sense of her teammates, nor anyone else aboard the Equinox. It wasn't so much a result of not finding the incentive or courage to discover those situated on the vessel. Rather, Andromeda simply didn't see the appeal in partaking in such situations without proper preparation. There was a method to her madness, after all. 

If she read through the files of the agents and units, she would be at an advantage in conversation and in competition. And there certainly was nothing she liked more than to prove her dominance in all aspects of its application. Swiftly, she exited the A.I. quarters, still staring at the datapad in her quest for knowledge, purely engrossed by each new tidbit of information. Unwittingly, the unit found herself colliding with another member of the Project.

"Beg pardon." The blonde said as calmly as possible. The lights in the particular hallway were quite dim, and she found that she could not quite make out who the figure was. The unit only hoped that, in due time, the being would reveal him or herself as friend or foe.

[agentnashville]

Test Flight (@Bismarck)

Wiping his hands off, stepping back from the Pelican, Nashville kicked his tool chest closed. That was it. The final adjustment to the final Pelican. Supplies were checked, the restocking forms and procedures had been fine tuned to give even better accountability.

Nashville had no intention of another pilot error happening. Redundancies were a good thing when it came to hurtling a hunk of metal through space into combat.

Now all that was left were the test flights. He'd already taken the main Pelican out, but he wanted to make sure all the secondary birds were ready to fly.

Flipping through his tablet, he ran one last check. Just to be sure.

And then? Then he got to do his favorite thing to do with his clothes on.

Then he got to fly.

[agentjefferson]

Down Time || Jefferson x Pegasus

Silent buzz. Might be the engines roaring or maybe the sound his brain is making to distract him from the deafening noise of this lonely ship. His room is just as unbearable and so is the corner in the medical bay that was a lame excuse for an 'office'. Most times, it's just training, mental and physical. Most of the time, he looks forward to dinner more than anything else. Half wishing it could be grilled burgers or a juicy steak with potatoes.

He got him thinking, being up here is worse than being down there. But when an elite teams needs something from a guy like him, he can't really complain.

He laid down on the observation deck's floor, his feet propped up against a bench. He was positioned perfectly that if he bend his head back, he would have a great view of space, upside down. Not that he's concerned with it.

"Oh, you can't keep letting it get you down. No, you can't keep letting it get you down." he hummed. The stars beaming through the deck were reflected nicely on his glasses. He can't remember how he ended up with that song but it fits the moment so he decided to play through his tablet anyway. He swiped his finger over the device as he held it up high over his face. Several things were closely scattered around him, his baseball cap, a soda can half full, two pens and Beta Team health profile hard copies. He's going through them just like how any medic would do.

His days go by like this now.

"When the morning comes." he continued to sing to himself.

[freelancerouge]

It could just be me, but I've always thought a ship this size would be... a bit more bustling.

[agentjefferson]

What the hell am I even doing here?

[callmeorion]

Sweat My Rust (Open @ all Mechanoids)

There had been the struggle. The pain. The fight.

And then...simply nothing.

When humans slept, when they were unconscious, their brains still worked. They dreamed. They existed beyond the scope of their bodies, beyond simple things like consciousness.

Not so the mechanoids. Time passed. The universe continued on. But they did not. When their power had been switched off, all of them had simply ceased to be.

And then they came back to life.

Eyes flying wide open, Orion awoke in his Restoration Pod. Around him, his brothers and sisters were doing the same, their existences restarting. His internal clock told him that it had been days. Days where he simply had not been. Where he had been, in all intents and purposes, dead.

They had killed all of the mechanoids. Why?

Because it was convenient.

Swallowing back his own rage, Orion began to move around, from pod to pod, checking all of his brethren.

"Are you all right?"

[agentconcord-blog-blog]

[Concord had been out and about a bit more than usual since returning to the ship. If out and about counted visits to the training rooms twenty out of twenty-four hours in the day. There had been so interludes in between - moments where he had forced his less than pleasant personality onto the other agents and A.I.s aboard the ship - but this is where he preferred to be. He felt productive here, like he was actually accomplishing something, though he was only succeeding in making himself more and more tired, it seemed.

He'd woken up this morning feeling a bit dizzy, but he'd shrugged it off. Nothing that a shower wouldn't fix. But as the day persisted, it was getting harder to ignore that something wasn't quite right. He'd of course heard of Agent Jackson falling ill, but he hadn't thought he'd been in close enough contact with the Agent that he might've caught whatever he had.

His assessment, in this case, seemed to be wrong.

As another wave of dizziness hit him, Concord leaned himself against the wall of the training room. He closed his eyes, trying to steady himself, but that only seemed to make things worse. He felt bile working its way up his throat, burning at his esophagus, but he swallowed it down. Terrible as it tasted, it was better than the alternative.

While he was trying to calm his stomach, he heard someone else enter the room. He didn't want to look up, because as soon as he did he knew he was going to vomit. So he kept his eyes close and his head bent down, speaking to the floor.]

Unless you want to see me throw up, I suggest you leave.