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Serial-Designation-N. Reporting to Eastern glaciers for duty.

(N from TBCBTQ, post-c47)

[System Status: FUNCTIONAL]

[SD-V - Status: Unknown]

[SD-J - Within Range, Status: Active]

[Uzi - Within Range, Status: Active]

[Cyn - Within Range, Status: Unknown]

(Within Range: responding to messages within his range)

(Out of Range: answering asks with blank space since he can't technically see them)

(Journey Systems: basic response)

(Journey Logs: independent post)

(Resolute Sentinel: [NULL] Awakened, now separating this blog from the fic quite a bit)

(<To Craft a Vessel>: N and Sentinel working to create a body for the latter of the two)

OOC here: Please keep in mind this is a roleplay blog! I'll make it clear if its out of character at any time.

#journey systems #journey logs

<To Craft a Vessel> (2/?)

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After a brief moment of quiet, the room filled with a faint whirring. The garage was also illuminated with a dim blue light, stemming from the visor of the present drone.

Sentinel flexed the fingers of N's hands, ensuring they had full control of his body.

Their wide knowledge of the universe would allow them to craft their proper physical form with relative ease, though they had no practice in the skill.

With a roll of their shoulders, they set into motion, standing and preparing the worktable how they desired.

With their guidance, N had found the proper servos, wires, and batteries, along with the material to build a miniature core. Their host had insisted upon that last detail.

Now that Sentinel had their tools and materials laid out in their preferred fashion, they began the grueling process of bending, drilling, and soldering the various metals and wires to give shape to the vessel.

They took time to paint protective coats over the metals, to prevent rusting to the shell and damage to the inner workings.

Sentinel clicked mechanical armature pieces into place, allowing the vessel to have controlled articulation.

Then, they integrated magnets to the bottom of the shell, allowing it to be reliably attached and removed with ease. Then, a USB that could be sheathed and revealed in order for quick charging and data transferals. This would allow Sentinel to be partially independent of their host, though they would only leave N's side upon his request or while he recharged.

After dozens of long work hours, accompanied by frequent breaks called for by N's fuel tank, the vessel was nearly complete. The last two steps were the connecting of the 'eyes' and insertion of the miniature core, which both took immense effort and care, though for different reasons.

The LED lights were fragile and small, far too delicate for the hands of a disassembly unit. Fortunately, the connection was successful.

The core, however... it was more sensitive, though it was well protected. Any slight nick to the innermost parts could ruin the entire vessel, thus why they needed the utmost care for this portion of the procedure.

They would insert the core, which was powered by a rechargable battery, and controlled the articulations, voicebox, and 'eyes'.

So, finally, after six long days, the vessel was deemed complete, and Sentinel settled themself within the old spinning chair for rest.

And once more, the room was dark and quiet.

#journey logs #resolute sentinel #to craft a vessel

<To Craft a Vessel> (1/?)

N made his way to an abandoned garage, well within a mile of the spire. He'd found it the other day, scoping the area for a good workshop.

He knew he wasn't good with tools, and was mostly banking on the expectation of his strain having the knowledge to craft what would be an extension of himself.

The male disassembler had designed a sort of metal puppet. Sentinel had, surprisingly, had requests for what to put onto the blueprint.

For instance, Sentinel had specifically asked to not have the traditional mouth, rather, the sort of mouth that isn't actually a mouth but more a voicebox with a mesh filter in front of it. They had also desired the sort of eyes that didn't see, but were merely performative. So, they're really only light bulbs.

Now, N could see his chosen workspace a few yards ahead of him. He stopped at the door with a pleased smile, leaned down, and pulled the slider with the ease only a machine could do.

As he entered the building, he took in the various tools, scraps, and machinery that filled the space. He'd spent days finding the materials.

He lifted his arms, joined his hands above his head, and stretched up- going the extra bit onto the tip of his boots- just to prepare his joints.

He let out a satisfied sigh to break the silence. "Alright, then. Sen, do you think I can hand the controls to you for this part?" He began, doing another cursory scope of the room.

Then, the voice he had grown so accustomed to made its presence known within his mind.

Yes, Soldier. We shall perform the finer work of giving. Our body. Its form.

N grinned pleasantly, relieved that he wouldn't have to worry about messing up his brain-buddy's new body.

"Cool! Let me just settle down real quick, alright, Sen? Just so you don't come in while I'm falling or anything." And with that, he made his way towards a spin chair that sat in the corner.

When he sat down, he gave his companion the affirmative. The last thing he felt was his limbs going slack before his vision went dark.

#journey logs #resolute sentinel #to craft a vessel #The 'vessel' is heavily inspired by sleeve puppets often used in cosplay (usually snakes or dragons)

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@tbcbtq-v-real makes coolant seem soooo appetizing… I’m gonna try it

Will report back soon