ISS Downrider
Commons Area
OSC-01 took another glance at the card, laying it out in her palm to take a clean photocopy of it. With a passing glance, the robot flicked their wrist to send the card spiraling into Mikodimus' curled brown hair as she slowly moved to the other side of the commons area. "My speculation would be they're using some copy of Sarcom, an old communication platform used for federal scientific research."
The Overseer stood straight with their back against the wall, wings folded. Their white coat has been noticeably cleaned, but the hole burnt into its back laid open to reveal an incomplete and slowly revolving turbine. "If that is true, it means they've been able to get a hold of government systems that predate my inception."
Dahlia scratched her cheek, letting out a firm grunt. It seemed obvious that something wasn't right, but calling that number from an unsecured system probably wasn't the greatest idea. The blue-haired scholar lifted their neck to look at the grouping. "You're right. If we just walk back in and ask, I think we're going to get shot."
The captain sighed, briefly looking at the robot in the room before cutting back to the crew. Between the cold and the possibility for lead to start flying, going back in wasn't exactly a cheerful thought. "I overheard them talking about being on a time crunch. We could wait it out, or maybe shift leads. If this... group has been moving around similar locations, they have to have left some evidence behind. They didn't seem exactly.... tight. But, I believe we may be overstaying our visit here as it is."
OSC-01's pyramid head drifted away from the center of attention, with their gaze ending up falling on the wall. It would certainly be easy to just take off and leave, head for somewhere far away and forget about this. But that didn't hold up long the first time around. A moment later, they returned once more. "You have fulfilled your end of our deal by bringing me here and giving it a chance, and so I shall prepare to hold up my end."
Dahlia nodded slowly, with a small smile warming her face. The robot straightened out their bound feathers with a pause. "It's not in my place to ask, but I still believe there's still unfinished matters here. A 'restoration committee' generally isn't so quick to order eviction- or uproot themselves. I believe they're hiding something."
"And if they've unlocked Sarcom, they may have their hand in quite the..." 'what was the word. "Honeypot."
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Alipier Observatory
Nave
The heavy footfalls echoed about the hall as the enforcer robot tread back towards the end of the Observatory. Without raising a hand, one of their drones came to float above head height to their side. The static-laden voice of a certain man came back, albeit they sounded distantly busy. "Yes yes, did you throw them out?"
The robot spun it's flat head to the side to face the robot. A deep and guttural synthesized voice responded, equally flat "Affirmative. But Sir, children do not climb through a blizzard for the thrill of a mystery. They're here for something."
Bryce grunted, audibly moving himself closer to the communicator. "Relax, I know. Just focus on getting everything... presentable. While you're there, be a dear and get Robert to move all the old decor into the smallest closer her can find."
Satori didn't yield, but did start moving towards this "Robert. ""What if they're here for the prize."
Bryce chuckled. "I don't think this one will do, they're too well known. We need something more believable to spearhead... real villain. Buut we'll take it anyways. However because someone- " 'Arvero moved his head away from the microphone "GREG- thought it would be a good idea to drive here, we'll need to wait till I can get back with a transport to get the biggun out. If the kids come crawling back in, just..."
The man shrugged, picking up a light mocking tone. "I don't know, turn 'em into paint."
Commons Area
OSC-01 took another glance at the card, laying it out in her palm to take a clean photocopy of it. With a passing glance, the robot flicked their wrist to send the card spiraling into Mikodimus' curled brown hair as she slowly moved to the other side of the commons area. "My speculation would be they're using some copy of Sarcom, an old communication platform used for federal scientific research."
The Overseer stood straight with their back against the wall, wings folded. Their white coat has been noticeably cleaned, but the hole burnt into its back laid open to reveal an incomplete and slowly revolving turbine. "If that is true, it means they've been able to get a hold of government systems that predate my inception."
Dahlia scratched her cheek, letting out a firm grunt. It seemed obvious that something wasn't right, but calling that number from an unsecured system probably wasn't the greatest idea. The blue-haired scholar lifted their neck to look at the grouping. "You're right. If we just walk back in and ask, I think we're going to get shot."
The captain sighed, briefly looking at the robot in the room before cutting back to the crew. Between the cold and the possibility for lead to start flying, going back in wasn't exactly a cheerful thought. "I overheard them talking about being on a time crunch. We could wait it out, or maybe shift leads. If this... group has been moving around similar locations, they have to have left some evidence behind. They didn't seem exactly.... tight. But, I believe we may be overstaying our visit here as it is."
OSC-01's pyramid head drifted away from the center of attention, with their gaze ending up falling on the wall. It would certainly be easy to just take off and leave, head for somewhere far away and forget about this. But that didn't hold up long the first time around. A moment later, they returned once more. "You have fulfilled your end of our deal by bringing me here and giving it a chance, and so I shall prepare to hold up my end."
Dahlia nodded slowly, with a small smile warming her face. The robot straightened out their bound feathers with a pause. "It's not in my place to ask, but I still believe there's still unfinished matters here. A 'restoration committee' generally isn't so quick to order eviction- or uproot themselves. I believe they're hiding something."
"And if they've unlocked Sarcom, they may have their hand in quite the..." 'what was the word. "Honeypot."
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Alipier Observatory
Nave
The heavy footfalls echoed about the hall as the enforcer robot tread back towards the end of the Observatory. Without raising a hand, one of their drones came to float above head height to their side. The static-laden voice of a certain man came back, albeit they sounded distantly busy. "Yes yes, did you throw them out?"
The robot spun it's flat head to the side to face the robot. A deep and guttural synthesized voice responded, equally flat "Affirmative. But Sir, children do not climb through a blizzard for the thrill of a mystery. They're here for something."
Bryce grunted, audibly moving himself closer to the communicator. "Relax, I know. Just focus on getting everything... presentable. While you're there, be a dear and get Robert to move all the old decor into the smallest closer her can find."
Satori didn't yield, but did start moving towards this "Robert. ""What if they're here for the prize."
Bryce chuckled. "I don't think this one will do, they're too well known. We need something more believable to spearhead... real villain. Buut we'll take it anyways. However because someone- " 'Arvero moved his head away from the microphone "GREG- thought it would be a good idea to drive here, we'll need to wait till I can get back with a transport to get the biggun out. If the kids come crawling back in, just..."
The man shrugged, picking up a light mocking tone. "I don't know, turn 'em into paint."
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