[Episode One] Sanctum

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"L-Loitering?"

Reman wasn't sure what he would do in this scenario. The machines here seemed to be upholding some sort of regulations on this abandoned bastion, but seeing as there were no organics around, whatever that white drone was was the closest thing they had to a leader. The better question was, was it going to hurt somebody here? It's blade drawn indicated some sort of hostilities being carried out. he knew nothing more than to take the defensive approach.

"You can kick us out, do whatever you would like to vacate us from the premises... But if you injure a single one of these people-"

Reman primed the Driver.
"INSERT!"

"I'll sell you for spare parts."
 
Study

"Sounds like a good idea Grey. Let us assimilate into their culture and learn what we can. I like this idea and will support it completely." Miko figured this might be the best way of getting more detailed information about this place and learn more about this new culture.

End of the day he was here to find secrets. The pay was based he believed on what value could be found while here.
 
Main Room

Great. People start messing with stuff and now we're getting yelled at. And even worse, these assholes are trying to get us flagged as public enemies. The undersized sage's Mind grumbled to itself when the bot appeared and confronted the group. She rolled her eyes after Reman started to pick a fight with the security system, and grunted as she pushed her undersized body upright, shaking her right arm a bit since it had fallen asleep. She stepped a couple meters towards the moron and tin can, saying, "Shut up before you get me killed. I'm your ride out of here. Anyways, you -" Arbl's asymmetrical eyes stared directly into the guard's ""eyes"". "Where should we go, then? Do you have any suggestions or assistance?" She's used her childlike appearance to help pacify situations in the past. Hopefully that still applies to ancient robots.
 
Main Room

The robotic bouncer stood there, looking Reman in eye eyes as he spoke. The three "eyes" of the ensemble looked at each other, and then back to the armored madman. The bouncer promptly raised their metal prod, holding it a few inches away from Reman. A small whine could be heard as the prod charged itself. Marie could feel a significant electrical charge being looped around the baton.

"You are being detained! Please wait for an Overseer unit to investigate." -it said courteously.

The three than looked between Arbs and Marie, cross-eyed. The middle one stayed put on Reman. It began, addressing, the little pilot trying to diffuse the situation. "He is being detained! Please vacate the area and wait for an Overseer unit to investigate."

Across the room, Dahlia had shuffled away and caaarefully picked up the 10mm pistol again. She took extra care not to point it in the direction of any of the bots, instead pocketing it within reach. "With all due respect, we're here to-"

Meanwhile, in the Study

OSC-01 eyed Grey as he continued departing, rudely. Her gaze shifted visibly as the phrase "long dead civilization" piqued her interest. There were multiple possibilities to that statement given context, and two out of three were bad news. The robot shifted off their feet, following with silent footfalls "Which-"

Error: Memory load error.
Error: Bad relfesit.
Erran: Unousit andlein erran.
Full Capacity Diagnostic Recommended.
...

The robot slowed as her right eye flickered briefly, trying to retain composure. A whining sound absorbed her hearing for the moment. before the sounds of reality faded in, quieter. She looked to the devices on the wall, remotely deactivating them. No one else in the room heard the whine, but for now the sound of thunder, rain, and the waterfall has resumed.

Now is not a good time for a diagnostic.
Diagnostic scan scheduled.
Background.
Foreground.

OSC-01's internal debate was broken as another, more digital voice echoed down the corridor, yelling without an ounce of stealth: "INSERT!" She looked back briefly at Miko, as she stomped past Grey her eyes jittering from time to time. "Let me know- how that goes."

With that OSC-01 passed Grey, busting through the door from the left hall at the same time.

Snap back to the Main Room

Dahlia spun around, interrupted as Marie was nearly run over by the ensemble coming out of the Study- including the very robot she had questioned. The Scholar backed away, hovering her hand over her back pocket. She looked to see if Grey was alright, before her eyes shifted up to the robot. "Who are you??"

OSC-01 surveyed the room, trying to work under limited resourcing. From the other side of the room, the frozen bobble that had questioned Marie spun around to face the Overseer. It was ready for a second chance at this.

"Jey ariata, Ta-"

The little robot was quickly silenced as the Overseer raised a wing.

There were five or six more.
One armored being detained, waiting on her investigation.
One heavily armed.
The other two, lightly armed.

Erran: #021039X
Something is wrong.

"I am OSC-01," she started, taking a step forward that required two recalculations. "are you the leader of this ensemble?"

Dahlia blinked, remaining calm. She looked over at Reman, and back at OSC-01. "-Yyyes."

The robot didn't give her any time to continue before pushing again. Their voice lowered. "State your business."

Dahlia continued without pause. "Well- this is the Downrider Inn-sponsered Expeditionary Crew, I am Dahlia, and we are here to investigate a lead," her pace hastened as this seemingly impatient robot hovered over her. "about and Old Republic named Arca-"

A low voice emanated from the Overseer as she looked over the crew once more, their green eyes flickering away. Now was not the time for this. "Leave."
 
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Main Room

Another robot? This one's design lent to more...favorable intelligence. But it was glitching. A programming error...memory overflow? No, broken hardware...yet the sentience seemed intact. Nothing else was wrong. Hm.

"You're broken." Marie thought, out loud. "Are you suffering from bad volatile memory? Broken drivers? Out-of-date, maybe?"

The LEAVE command still tickled her in the back of her mind as she shifted her way around the place. What would be the greatest error that this machine would suffer, when the exterior at the very least seemed so...pristine?

She remembered once, just to mess with a computer, she set an important file's installation date far into the past. When she started it again the computer had installed a new copy of that file, causing conflicts between the two installations, both quickly causing the computer to overheat, run out of memory, and shut itself down. Ah...she was still sitting on that bug report, wasn't she.

"No, I've got the probable cause of your issues." Marie stated to the machine, after some pondering. "Date desynchronization. You're telling yourself to obtain new updates...but you probably can't due to some internal clock malfunction or maybe even clock overflow."

Whew, at least she was good with computers. Or at least she intuitively understood them...much better than she understood people.
 
Grey caught up to the overseer- quickly, and noticed the current situation. "Ah- this is about what i was afraid of- You see, they tend to touch thigns they shouldn't and break them, so I was wanting to go past here and-" Grey blined, frowned, and sighed as the thign ordered them to leave.

"You sure? Looks like you could use some assistance there." But still, grey readied himself and backed towards the door. An additional two arms readied themselves for combat- one gripping the frisbelike disc and setting it up for use as everything. Grey had to admit, Marie seemed to possibly know just a little bit more about computers than him- as far as nuanced things such as bugs went. With him it was just alot more number crunching. His respect for her improved by a notch or two, at least.
 
Main Room

Miko had followed along behind the robot to see where it was headed off too. It was as he expected in that someone in the party was touching things again and seemed to set off some kind of alarm. Perfect, just as we were making progress too. Welp, only one thing that can be done in this situation.

Miko slipped around the robot and made his way next to Dahlia. He lowered his voice as he moved his head closer to her to share a message. "Just play along." He lifted his head back up and looked in the direction of OSC-01

"Um, excuse me bot OSC-01 but Dahlia is with me and the reason I am here. Since we got off on a pretty good start. Maybe you can forgive her and let her stay." Miko had a big smile on his face and truly meant what he was saying.
 
"I really didn't think this through, did I?" Reman said, baton pointed squarely at his chin.

As someone who's had to work on androids and mechanics in the past, he could tell there was a software issue, butHe has to come up with a solution quick, as being detained in a facility that's been out of operation may result in him never leaving his detainment cell, or worse; More damned cryostasis. He whipped up as powerful of a tailwind as possible, and grabbed the key he had in his pocket.

"Welp, here goes nothing."

He shoved the key in the bracer, and let it do the rest, as his thicker armor formed around his slim frame. The brace started to ring out "CYCLONE!", shortly before his face was covered in a metallic green armor, whipping the air around in a small circle, both in an effort to distract and/or disarm the android up ahead. getting a closer look at the armor, there were vents on the back, and as he finished his transformation, they started blasting wind out the back, preparing a sort of jetpack for Reman, as he also triggered the internals for the armor. The legs started to compress some sort of hydraulic mechanism as he bent down to prepare for some sort of jump, and as he went for it, the hydraulics hissed and pounded the ground, sending Reman straight up, and letting him slightly hover high above the ground.

"Now, I'm not a fighter, All I'll ask is, where's your operator?"
 
Damn this place got busy

The robot guard thing asked... Well, commanded that Arbs would leave, and nicely...ish. "Okay, I'll head out then." She made for a slightly roundabout path in order to well, not be in between the Reman guy and this robot, or really like... In their lines of fire. She started by picking up her backpack.

Then Dahlia started talking to some weird tall robot that looked important. "I like that design, very... Clean looking. That one is probably more important... Maybe the overseer?" When it said the glitchy "LEAVE", though, she simply picked up the speed with an "OK." She mused quietly to herself as her little legs carried her to the room's exit - or entrance, for another perspective.

...And then a gustly roar tore through the chamber as Reman did some bullshit thing that Arbs REALLY didn't want to get involved with, causing her to yelp and dive down to the ground instinctively - landing a bit hard and scraping her knee, before scrambling to get behind the doorframe and not immediately at risk of idiot-inspired accidental death.
 
Main Room

Dahlia began backing up, strategically of course. Perhaps it was a good time to recant. "I'm... sorry, we didn't realize it was a sensitive subject-"

The Overseer, OSC-01, shifted her gaze between Marie, Grey, Miko, and Dahlia as they talked. Their accumulative voices stung and faded away as their sense of hearing started to drown, shut down by some form of malevolent consumption. "I am not bro ken."


Around to the other side of the room, the robot took a step back, bringing the baton up in an attempt to smack Reman out of the air, given his sudden height advantage, the strike missed and the guard fell back into position.

OSC-01 took a step forwards towards the group, repeating themselves as they unconsciously looked over at the obnoxious display the aeroknight was putting on. They raised their sheathed right wing, snapping the elegant piece it downwards to point in the direction of the door Arbs was tactically retreating towards. Their words clashed, as if two minds were trying to speak at once."Leave, I beFORe am I mak-"

A horrid, metallic crunch echoed around the halls as OSC-01 stopped dead, their right wing extended outwards. One of the longest "feathers" of the wing had been thrown away, but it wouldn't take long to find it. Hovering on the other side of the hall, it had unfolded and extended to form a double-headed glaive, teeming with a crackling green substance that resembled a controlled blade of plasma. The glaive had found itself on it's mark- cleaved several inches into the back of Remans armor.

What?


OSC-01, or what was left, turned their head back to look at the group in front of them, all light gone from their eyes. After a violent snap, the other three longest feathers clicked. shifted, and unfurled to show their true colors. The casings from their arms folded away along with the rest of the ornamental feathers, floating around to the robots back to form a protective shield from behind. The robot cast away the metal codex they held, leaving it behind at the entrance to the left wing.

OSC-01 took a step forwards, grabbing one of the three lances at their disposal as the other two floated to a defensive position, circling their host. Their immeasurably hot tips slid across the floor as the robot approached, sending up licks of sparks and ash in their wake.

The green bobble bots looked at each-other with a slight state of confusion, looking between the others in the group and their now defunct host After a moment, there came another crashing of metal as two of the three green robots fell from the ceiling clad in guard armor, not unlike those the brown robots wore (which had now stepped away from the ensuing fight). These ones, however, came equipped with a much more menacing energy sword. Their distinct black and white armor casings shone with a plastic-like highlights.


Dahlia took this moment, to promptly, bail away from the others, giving the mercenaries a nice "good luck double pay" pat. She was nearly caught however by the other robots, narrowly avoiding their crashing approach.
 
Reman echoes a cry of pain, and is knocked slightly off course, but unfortunately the AI's attack, was not more than being cleaved by flaming great-sword in the past, though he never really got used to the pain. What nobody could have expected, is Reman slowly pulling the glaive out, the armor on the back discolored, but as soon as it comes out, it shows no signs of damage otherwise. Unfortunately for those of you with ears, the retrieval of the plasma disc, it made a horrid, echoing metallic noise as the blade hissed in his hands, showing discoloration too.

"Well, ask and you shall receive seems like something I should have thought of."

"FUSION UP: 34"

"Again, Here goes nothing... They're gonna have to retrieve my body."

Reman quickly primes and un-primes the brace, causing a chain reaction within the pipes as the brace starts glowing, and

"ATTACK! CYCLONE!"

Reman's jets burst in the pack, as he makes a swift course adjustment to the statue, holding the glaive plasma end forward as he rockets towards the statue, the wind around him spiraling into a concentrated jet. The brace sounds a warning in the form of an alarm as he nears his destination.

"CYCLONE BURST!"
 
Main Hall

The glaive moved too fast to track, whizzing into Reman. Marie watched as he removed the glaive, for some reason...with no damage done to his body. How...what? The Sage derivation theory would now have to be revised. It appeared that it made him into some...superhuman underneath.

No, people are fighting. Not the time. Marie looked around for cover, her eyes looking for things she could use. Metal, power...

An empty robot husk. Well...that would have to do. She ran towards the husk, picking it up. Great, now what?

All she had was a pocket coilgun, barely more damaging than a regular pistol of its size. She could deflect plasma blasts with her electricity by counteracting its polarization-

Or she could steal its weapons. Yes, and then use railgun principles to fire it...

Well, she needed one in the first place. So she ran out of the room, scouring for stuff she could use. Oh, she would kill for a Sage’s focus right now. Of that battery. Or that key. Or—

The transformer backpack. That was a focus. She positioned herself near that smaller pedestal in the study, set the current to maximum, and discharged. Hopefully some mechanism would get blown out, or something usable by her would get blown loose.
 
"Figures. Oh well, just means I have a good excuse." Grey had closed his eyes for a moment, but when they opened again, they almost had a tinge of red as he surveyed the situation. The glaives- they WERE weapons. It was too bad he wasn't carrying one on him at the moment. The machine- the overseer was the primary threat- not only was it likely capable of organizing the others, but it had what appeared to be the most dangerous 'kit' so to speak.

"Well, If this works, our lives are about to get alot easier." Grey readied himself with multiple mechanical arms- already this was starting to give him a headache. He expected he could control himself and his extra four limbs no longer than a couple of minutes before some damage would occur and force a mental shut down to rejuvinate. Using the fact that he was previously identified as the least threatening, in one mechanical arm carried the device- a technological marvel one might say. An unstable one. A bomb capable of stopping time- so to speak. Freezing somone in place down to their electrons. Sometimes it exploded horribly, though.

Using two arms for defence, and one as a feint to divert its defence- he shot his time bomb weilding limb forward towards the overseer after a few, very quick steps. It appears he was much more agile than he appeared certainly. If only he could get close enough- if the two meter radius of the bomb fully enclosed the overseer- perhaps this would all come to a very swift conclusion as they would beable to regroup around it in the few precious seconds the bomb would offer.
 
Main Room

"Welp, that has done it now." He commented as with a flick of his body pulled his weapon out from under his coat and leveled it towards the now angry bot. This was the first time his weapon appeared to be armed. The weapon started to glow as the chamber closest to Miko started to change colors. Miko's hair stood up on end as the colors changed from dark to bright.

"Time for super sonic loven." As his words finished the weapon discharged. A blinding light sparking from the barrel as a round left at half the speed of light.
 
Main Hall

The Overseers gaze shifted, but their approach did not stop. With a hop in their step, the moved forwards, away from the screaming lunatic that had procured their weapon. As Reman came within range, the glaive bucked, throwing the knight against the ground in a spin that struck against his armor multiple times- first on the gauntlet, two to the right breastplate, and one carved up the right side of his helmet. As if the device had will of its own, it straightened above the knight, green blade crackling with deadly vigor.

No... go light on them.

The blade quivered briefly as the enhanced edge washed away, revealing the bare, but still sharpened black blade behind it.. The blade came down with a thrust, slamming into the bare floor only a few inches away from Reman's temples.


The Overseer stomped a foot, and brought the three remaining Glaives up in preparation to strike Grey and Miko. Seemingly unfazed by the lack of force behind their blades, they reeled them back, and threw them forwards towards the duos chests. The Overseer was, however, caught mid-strike along with the Overseer itself in the temporary rift provided by the bombs. The bullet ejected from Miko's gun accelerated rapidly towards the Overseers chest, but it too was caught in the blast. Frozen in the middle of an action, they stood momentarily still.

Marie's unguided electric blast was... well, unguided. Seemingly gone nowhere intended at first, the fruits of the attack come to be when she turned around. The bulk of the discharge had caught one of the two active Bouncers, causing them to clatter against the ground in an unsuccessful attack, their blade extinguished.

The second Bouncer took up an aggressive stance, thrusting their blade towards Marie while the other one sluggishly recovered from the attack. The first bouncer stumbled away, getting their bearings as the Pixy unit inside reoriented. In front of Miko, the third Bouncer descended from the ceiling, bringing its blade down in an attempt to strike the man on their way down.
 
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Reman got the wind knocked out of him.

Ironically, at this moment, he was struggling to catch his breath.

Reman had to think of how to avoid his impending death at this very moment, and what he thought of, was to spiral air into a disc, like before, spin it at a velocity that could make it fast enough to cut through metal, and launch that sucker at the disc of death above him. Which he did, before he got up and caught a good bit of air.

Battered and bruised, he stood up, and said: "I don't want to fight... At all... Just tell me-" He coughed and gasped, losing track of his breath once again. In a lighter, raspier tone of voice he asked: "What is going on at this place... and why the hell are you guarding it like this?"

Shortly after, Reman tried to pull something out of the brace. It half-materialized in his hand, creating some kind of handle, before becoming stuck midway, and getting stuck within the air, like it was held into some sort of thick material. Reman desperately tried to pull at it, but it seemed like whatever it was he had tried to pull out just would not go. He let go and the handle dropped to the ground, fizzling into a light green mist as soon as it hit the floor.
 
As she took cover in the hallway, Arbitrated's mind determined several things to be a priority:

One: Dahlia needed to hire bodyguards who were less trigger-happy, or at least ones that would try to make sure that they weren't throwing other people into the crossfire.

Two: Robots with glaives are not to be messed with ever, and should be approached with caution.

Three: A small body is great for not being targeted, especially when used in conjunction for cover.

Four: Her life was not worth some dime-a-dozen experimental labrat soldier.

So there she sat while the room behind her erupted into chaos, combat, and yelling. some debris was kicked into the hall and she curled up and covered her head, her oversized pack between her and danger - not like it was very protective against ancient alien robots.
 
Outside

It had been some time since Oliver had seen anyone and recently there seemed to be a lot of noise coming from inside, what were those crazy bunch doing anyway. The conjurer stood up and only in doing so realised he'd fallen asleep against the rock he'd found ages ago, oh well he supposed given the nature of the group they wouldn't have come to get him even if they were on deaths door.

Running a hand through his hair to partially restore its shape Oliver then stuffed his hands into their pockets and moved into the buildings to check it out. Foyer type room, empty, yep was boring the last time too, the sounds were getting louder though.

And then the main room, oh here we go, looked like a bit of interesting stuff was happening here. Oliver noticed the pilot cowering behind a bit of cover and strolled over and crouched beside her, drawing his own twin pistols. "Hey there, what's going on in here anyway? And why you hiding back here?"
 
Arbitrated's Panic Corner(Patent Pending)

Trembling like the leaf of a sapling in the breeze, the diminutive pilot looked up into Oliver's eyes. "That Reman guy is trying to get us killed! Fighting isn't something I can just do, unlike you guys..."
 
Arbles Panic Corner

Oliver gave a thoughtful nod in the smols direction before handing her one of his guns, as much as he never wanted the guns to be out of his sight the man really doubted this tiny pilot would lose or damage it. Considering she was hiding in a corner.

"Hey, no biggie, I might just chill here with you for a sec to get up to speed, but seriously take the gun just for self defense if nothing else. You don't look like you have many weapons on you." The conjurer said, poking his head around the cover carefully to get a look at the events going on.
 
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