Tundra
Bonfire Pit
OSC-01 raised her head as the questions came in, her head ticking to the side as Juryrig spoke remotely through the stream. The Overseer never stopped the careful picking of her wired innards, keeping an eye on the group as they recollected. Rhea's question had brought up some rather strained memories as the machine froze for a mechanical beat. "The remnants of Arcadia have proven themselves like roaches. With a control expanse that wide, strands have cropped up over the years. Nothing large enough to take back what was lost, but enough to cause."
The Overseer paused. "Collateral damage, over the years."
The moment passed as the robot shared nothing of what was going through their mind. Instead, they refocused on Juryrigs end of the question. "The Schism itself caused a massive loss of life and land, among other things. Most of what was engulfed in that time was thought to never return- but there have been exceptions in my lifespan. Sometimes, a lost person or place would make it out of the Great Nothing unscathed, or as close as you could call it. Plots of land that once belonged in the Nepherian homeland, spliced elsewhere with fury. They were few and far between, of course, but New Incipere's first leader was no exception."
The Captain looked at the ground beneath her, pondering on that phrase for a moment.
The Overseer nodded at Keith, giving him his due answer in turn. "Someone you may learn about, if you find yourself deserving."
Finally to the difficult question, to which the Overseer mumbled something rather quietly. "Figured the Captain would have asked that too." The robot recollected herself. "It will take more than that ship, that much is certain. Arcadia doesn't exist in a place where we can fly, we'll need to burrow through that paradoxical space itself, the Great Nothing. But even then, it may not be enough. The doorway to Arcadia was only open for a short time after their reign ended- the Archstar."
The Overseer grew hushed. "...and I was there to witness it burn out."
It was best not to dwell on that, fuel was needed. The Overseer piqued up once more, returning to her formal tone. "But if we want a chance, we'll need to first source ourselves a spacecraft-grade rift boring drive. Proper Arcadian technology. It seems those marauders had at least some access to rundown tech, but there may be other, less aggressive ways of finding one."
The Captain had been awfully quiet, taken aback by the sudden, almost disgraceful drop of an impossibility. Dahlia shifted, finally moving herself out of the spot on the cold ground she had almost formed to. There was something here that wasn't right. She saw the glimpse of the robed Overseer sped over at the end of the presentation, and she heard an almost elusive tick to the robots words. When the Overseer finished, she spoke up with a grunt. "What about you? It seems like you've been in many places, but why... here. It doesn't seem like you could have been misplaced by the Schism."
The Overseer craned her head, looking down at the grounded captain inquisitively. The girl had an attentive eye for the details, annoyingly. "A wise man once told me that everything in this reality exists to serve a purpose. I came to this side of the Archstar under my own will. My own failure. That reasoning is my burden to carry."
The conversation was interrupted by a groaning shift from one of the detainees, in good timing. The Overseer snapped her arm back into place layer by layer, reforming a more natural shape out of the mess. "It would seem the reckless are waking."
Dahlia rested once more, briefly eyeing the robot's scarred midriff from the intercepted projctile meant for herself.
Bonfire Pit
OSC-01 raised her head as the questions came in, her head ticking to the side as Juryrig spoke remotely through the stream. The Overseer never stopped the careful picking of her wired innards, keeping an eye on the group as they recollected. Rhea's question had brought up some rather strained memories as the machine froze for a mechanical beat. "The remnants of Arcadia have proven themselves like roaches. With a control expanse that wide, strands have cropped up over the years. Nothing large enough to take back what was lost, but enough to cause."
The Overseer paused. "Collateral damage, over the years."
The moment passed as the robot shared nothing of what was going through their mind. Instead, they refocused on Juryrigs end of the question. "The Schism itself caused a massive loss of life and land, among other things. Most of what was engulfed in that time was thought to never return- but there have been exceptions in my lifespan. Sometimes, a lost person or place would make it out of the Great Nothing unscathed, or as close as you could call it. Plots of land that once belonged in the Nepherian homeland, spliced elsewhere with fury. They were few and far between, of course, but New Incipere's first leader was no exception."
The Captain looked at the ground beneath her, pondering on that phrase for a moment.
The Overseer nodded at Keith, giving him his due answer in turn. "Someone you may learn about, if you find yourself deserving."
Finally to the difficult question, to which the Overseer mumbled something rather quietly. "Figured the Captain would have asked that too." The robot recollected herself. "It will take more than that ship, that much is certain. Arcadia doesn't exist in a place where we can fly, we'll need to burrow through that paradoxical space itself, the Great Nothing. But even then, it may not be enough. The doorway to Arcadia was only open for a short time after their reign ended- the Archstar."
The Overseer grew hushed. "...and I was there to witness it burn out."
It was best not to dwell on that, fuel was needed. The Overseer piqued up once more, returning to her formal tone. "But if we want a chance, we'll need to first source ourselves a spacecraft-grade rift boring drive. Proper Arcadian technology. It seems those marauders had at least some access to rundown tech, but there may be other, less aggressive ways of finding one."
The Captain had been awfully quiet, taken aback by the sudden, almost disgraceful drop of an impossibility. Dahlia shifted, finally moving herself out of the spot on the cold ground she had almost formed to. There was something here that wasn't right. She saw the glimpse of the robed Overseer sped over at the end of the presentation, and she heard an almost elusive tick to the robots words. When the Overseer finished, she spoke up with a grunt. "What about you? It seems like you've been in many places, but why... here. It doesn't seem like you could have been misplaced by the Schism."
The Overseer craned her head, looking down at the grounded captain inquisitively. The girl had an attentive eye for the details, annoyingly. "A wise man once told me that everything in this reality exists to serve a purpose. I came to this side of the Archstar under my own will. My own failure. That reasoning is my burden to carry."
The conversation was interrupted by a groaning shift from one of the detainees, in good timing. The Overseer snapped her arm back into place layer by layer, reforming a more natural shape out of the mess. "It would seem the reckless are waking."
Dahlia rested once more, briefly eyeing the robot's scarred midriff from the intercepted projctile meant for herself.