ZweiHawke
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Upper Reactor Control
Reman was shocked at the prospect, not as much as usual as he'd grown accustomed to hearing his and Marie's names said by parties he'd never heard from talk about the both of them, but shocked nonetheless. The woman in purple seemed not to want to harm him for a change, which was a nice touch. He took a deep breath and tried to recoup from all the panic. Reman came to slot the key in his driver after all the awe and shock wore off.
"I'm not sure how much I- I can tell you at this point. Not because I'm keeping secrets, but because I'm not so sure myself." Reman shuffled a bit and hatched an idea. The Process Driver slowly hummed back to life, with the communicator still active if a bit shaky due to, unbeknownst to Reman "I'm just still here because the people here seemed to care about me for once. it sounds insane, but that one I knocked the lights out of eventually came to save my life a- and I want to do something to repay that. I'm not sure what she wants, but it's about dealing with the fallout of something dangerous I don't completely know the scope of..." Reman stayed completely still and waited to watch the gargoyle's movements when he walked over to the box. The process readied itself slowly for transformation, the battery kicking to life due to spare energy from the cyclone key, starting to radiate green like it always had. The gargoyles were still lowered, and Reman breathed a sigh of relief. "Look, I'm just glad you and whoever your boss is aren't out to kill me like 90 percent of the starsystem is. That smug guy, right? The one Romulus told to leave when the observatory burnt down, before he tried to dump a gigantic incendiary round into my skull... Point is-! I think we're looking for arcadian robots. We're a salvage team, looking for ancient valuable things in old ruins, and we've stumbled upon robot after robot and now I'm not sure what's happening to them but we tried to sever one big bruiser's arms because he went... well berserk."
"But this part is a little away from... the whole crew. I don't know if you're Terran as well, but there's a declassified file on something you might know about called Project Round Table. Apparently there's a religious sect looking for the ability to empower themselves with these." Reman presented the Steel key that the crystal lady drained earlier. "See, the echyllis inside can be replaced, but the keys are much harder. I don't know what Romulus found in them that scared him into making these into weapons, but they were designed to be tools. A- and apparently him and I hold some sort of clue as to what they want. He wanted me dead at all costs before another crew member took on the echyllis concentration in my body..." Romulus was curious enough to build up to actually asking the questions, pausing a bit to rack his brain as to what he could even ask. Reman looked around, pocketed the steel key. With a more assertive but non-hostile posture, he made a move asking rather than starting trouble, he would ask to end it. "I want back to my group, cause as far as I know I've put them in danger again. And this time, I'm not going to stand idly by and watch them fight whatever's in this cavern. I have to help. I wouldn't be here if it weren't for them." Reman eyed the cables around the box, and made note of the construction, he would be drawing the containers down to the minute details when he was safe. But he had another idea, one more sinister but one that his curious and un-cautious nature wouldn't ignore. The box was begging to be powered on and opened, and he wanted to see what was inside.
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Operations Corridor
Romulus waited to take action and slowly backed away from the units, waiting to do anything when they stepped out of line. "Now you want to talk. Fine, once this is resolved you and I are going to have a very long conversation." Romulus's cautious and unblinking gaze baked up until he looked at the unit that spoke, and back to Osco. Her glare was perplexed and Romulus was very steady in backing off, very combat ready juuuuust in case. Doesn't help Marie wasn't as on guard as he was. Even in this whole fiasco he never let the bullet in his hands down just in case, just lowered his arms a little to be prepared to retaliate.
On the comm link however, Reman's voice returned, though a little cracklier and spottier than usual.
"I'm still here because-" The radio fizzed out and came back briefly after detailing portion after portion of the conversation with the shadowy figure Reman encountered earlier.
"that one I knocked the lights out of eventually came to save my life a-" Static. "I want to do something to repay that." More static. "something dangerous I don't completely know the scope of..." The static grew loud and long before eventually clearing up for another moment. "I don't know what Romulus found in them that-" For once, the gap inbetween was silent before resuming once more with grating white noise. "I'm not going to stand idly by and watch them fight whatever's in this cavern. I have to he-" The transmitter finally stopepd picking up his voice and Romulus grew upset once again. It's the intuition of both experience on his nomad life and on his project work. Someone had been spilling some beans that really should be left well enough alone.
ESPECIALLY the part about what Romulus found. Nobody was going to know but him.
Reman was shocked at the prospect, not as much as usual as he'd grown accustomed to hearing his and Marie's names said by parties he'd never heard from talk about the both of them, but shocked nonetheless. The woman in purple seemed not to want to harm him for a change, which was a nice touch. He took a deep breath and tried to recoup from all the panic. Reman came to slot the key in his driver after all the awe and shock wore off.
"I'm not sure how much I- I can tell you at this point. Not because I'm keeping secrets, but because I'm not so sure myself." Reman shuffled a bit and hatched an idea. The Process Driver slowly hummed back to life, with the communicator still active if a bit shaky due to, unbeknownst to Reman "I'm just still here because the people here seemed to care about me for once. it sounds insane, but that one I knocked the lights out of eventually came to save my life a- and I want to do something to repay that. I'm not sure what she wants, but it's about dealing with the fallout of something dangerous I don't completely know the scope of..." Reman stayed completely still and waited to watch the gargoyle's movements when he walked over to the box. The process readied itself slowly for transformation, the battery kicking to life due to spare energy from the cyclone key, starting to radiate green like it always had. The gargoyles were still lowered, and Reman breathed a sigh of relief. "Look, I'm just glad you and whoever your boss is aren't out to kill me like 90 percent of the starsystem is. That smug guy, right? The one Romulus told to leave when the observatory burnt down, before he tried to dump a gigantic incendiary round into my skull... Point is-! I think we're looking for arcadian robots. We're a salvage team, looking for ancient valuable things in old ruins, and we've stumbled upon robot after robot and now I'm not sure what's happening to them but we tried to sever one big bruiser's arms because he went... well berserk."
"But this part is a little away from... the whole crew. I don't know if you're Terran as well, but there's a declassified file on something you might know about called Project Round Table. Apparently there's a religious sect looking for the ability to empower themselves with these." Reman presented the Steel key that the crystal lady drained earlier. "See, the echyllis inside can be replaced, but the keys are much harder. I don't know what Romulus found in them that scared him into making these into weapons, but they were designed to be tools. A- and apparently him and I hold some sort of clue as to what they want. He wanted me dead at all costs before another crew member took on the echyllis concentration in my body..." Romulus was curious enough to build up to actually asking the questions, pausing a bit to rack his brain as to what he could even ask. Reman looked around, pocketed the steel key. With a more assertive but non-hostile posture, he made a move asking rather than starting trouble, he would ask to end it. "I want back to my group, cause as far as I know I've put them in danger again. And this time, I'm not going to stand idly by and watch them fight whatever's in this cavern. I have to help. I wouldn't be here if it weren't for them." Reman eyed the cables around the box, and made note of the construction, he would be drawing the containers down to the minute details when he was safe. But he had another idea, one more sinister but one that his curious and un-cautious nature wouldn't ignore. The box was begging to be powered on and opened, and he wanted to see what was inside.
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Operations Corridor
Romulus waited to take action and slowly backed away from the units, waiting to do anything when they stepped out of line. "Now you want to talk. Fine, once this is resolved you and I are going to have a very long conversation." Romulus's cautious and unblinking gaze baked up until he looked at the unit that spoke, and back to Osco. Her glare was perplexed and Romulus was very steady in backing off, very combat ready juuuuust in case. Doesn't help Marie wasn't as on guard as he was. Even in this whole fiasco he never let the bullet in his hands down just in case, just lowered his arms a little to be prepared to retaliate.
On the comm link however, Reman's voice returned, though a little cracklier and spottier than usual.
"I'm still here because-" The radio fizzed out and came back briefly after detailing portion after portion of the conversation with the shadowy figure Reman encountered earlier.
"that one I knocked the lights out of eventually came to save my life a-" Static. "I want to do something to repay that." More static. "something dangerous I don't completely know the scope of..." The static grew loud and long before eventually clearing up for another moment. "I don't know what Romulus found in them that-" For once, the gap inbetween was silent before resuming once more with grating white noise. "I'm not going to stand idly by and watch them fight whatever's in this cavern. I have to he-" The transmitter finally stopepd picking up his voice and Romulus grew upset once again. It's the intuition of both experience on his nomad life and on his project work. Someone had been spilling some beans that really should be left well enough alone.
ESPECIALLY the part about what Romulus found. Nobody was going to know but him.