|ACTIVATED|
/ ITEM NAVIGATION /
SCAN
/ STOCKPILE INFORMATION. /
W/M_0-# | SECURE
VAN. | SECURE
SCHEMATICS_FORGE M/S | SECURE
SCHEMATICS_CONCEPT | SECURE
CHORD | SECURE
TARGET LOCKED | INCOMPLETE / LOW-RED
SUBROUTINE/ MIDNIGHT_EXIGENT = IN PROGRESS / CANNOT_CONNECT/ UNCONFIRMED
/FIGURE CHECK COMPLETE/
INITIATE/ RESTART
W/D / CLEAR_SC/N
STATUS / DESTROYED
T. STATUS / ONLINE/ OPERATIONAL
Of course it works, I've spent a lot of my free time on this little orb right here. It was a servitor, obviously, I had found it on the edges of our known solar system during a Vanguard mission on a ship. This servitor-sized ball was in their cache. Why I took it? It looked different from the others, which meant it wasn't meant for being useless, right?
Instead of the circular frontal eye, there existed geometric triangles, all carbon-black. Close enough to to mistake as common dirt, a symbol found on the famous Pocket Infinite fusion rifle was found, the diamond thing, with the wings? I'm sure you'd have seen it around in the crucible a while back.
The ball floated from the utility cart it once rest on, and spun frantically.
"W-RRGHH."
ITEM_IDENTIFIED
VAN/GUARDIAN_00001
/ STOCKPILED ITEM INFORMATION /
RESURRECTION_/_FOUNDER
ITEM_STATUS / GREEN
The purple-ish triangle at the front ended at me, scanning me with a beam similar to the ghost's, ending it's scouting, the light disappeared back into the floating ball. After it moved around to shine it's scan light around the entire room, it returned to me, and played a series of sounds. It sounded like the strings of a violin.
"She says hello, Ar." In a flash of white, the little contraption appeared over my shoulder, prompting an exchange of blue lights over each of the floating objects. "Looks like you did it, I really didn't think that you'd be able to get it back online."
Wait, She?
"Hm, me neither." I answered him back, much attention on the slowly spinning floating sphere in front that continued it's symphony of strings. But no translation from the ghost.
/ STOCKPILED INFORMATION /
INCORRECT CORRELATION
CLEAR_SC/ ERA OF CREATION / GOLDEN
LOCAL TIME/ 2076/
|INCORRECT|
CONCLUSION / VEX INTERFERENCE
SOLID_THEORY
ACTION / BENEFICIAL_EXCHANGE
The ghost floated all around the servitor, in which the servitor kept it's eye on Cup for a moment, before returning it's geometric center-eye to me. Just below, and to the right, the carbon fiber looking material unfolded several times, to reveal a screen filled with a dark blue background, a series of random letters and symbols appeared on the screen, before re-writing itself as English text.
|Assistance required? |
I was still amazed that servitors could do this, reforming itself for things like these. It was awesome though, for me it was. So I'm assuming this 'She' can understand speech?
"Not really, no..." The text on the screen stalled, then was reformed again.
| Understood, guardian. There are several flaws with this location, may I make improvements? |
| AWAITING RESPONSE |
Improvements? I looked around, going through my head about what was 'flawed' in the building.I clicked two fingers in realisation, the doors would often get stuck on it's hinges, sometimes the circuitry wouldn't activate properly, which was really annoying whenever I come here. And the speakers won't even work! Obviously, this gal knows where it's at.
Home renovations, ho! No more music-less creating!
I leaned towards the servitor, which it then floated backwards slightly, and upped it's direction to re-affirm eye contact. "Yes, please!"
Remembering another tid-bit of info, I stuttered to deliver it. "B-but make it discrete, I don't want to be found out...this is a private location, you know. Just don't make it obvious from the outside, okay?" By now, the ghost had whistled his way back to the terminal room, where he could properly observe some crime for us to take on. I looked at the text of the screen, it started changing.
| Understood, guardian, you will be notified on the progression of this project once at |
twenty- five percent, fifty percent, seventy-five percent, and total completion.
I thanked the device for it's co-operation, proceeding back to the entry room for a well deserved session of shut-eye. Tonight, I would become Sir Blanket of Silkbed!
The next morning came around instantly, it happens right? When you go to sleep for what feels like only, what? Like, six seconds but when you wake up and look out the window, it's actually a long time past six seconds? Feels like that. You heard it here, everyone, non-vex time travel.
I'd finished the morning routine of waking up, took about half an hour to understand that I was actually a guardian who had a duty. The stirring swirls of a coffee cup will easily show you your soul.
I looked at the swirls of a cup of coffee for half an hour.
Within the first sip of the thing, the morning beverage was consumed with little time. Obviously, another had to be made. Stepping out to the main engineer's room, I remembered the amazing adopted servitor that had been awoken here. She was nowhere to be seen.
Why 'she', you ask? I dunno, Cup said it first. Go ask him why.
Yawning deeply, stretching many parts of my body as I did, I twisted my neck, hearing the crispy cracks. I feel really old whenever I do this, but I'm sure all the cool kids do this, I was careful not to spill the morning drink, it could have been apple juice, but...well. In the midst of stretching, head turned to an open door, the kind used to let cars through the building, it had been opened.
On the other side was the place where soulless metal found it's resting place, or, as most would call it, a scrapyard. It was pretty big and old, if the rusted cars where something to go by. What is usually left at a scrapyard are pieces of metal, even whole units of appliances, that have been replaced, and are left to be recycled, but no one really does that here, not in this area, at least. It's like the equivalent to a graveyard.
Taking a few steps outside, flashes of white beamed throughout the location, and I found that amazing sphere float around, apparently turning the abandoned iron into digitalised material. I'm guessing it's for the improvements we were talking about the day before, at least no one has seen her. I know what you're probably thinking.
'But Ar! What if someone DID see the servitor!?'
Don't worry about it, no one is awake at this time, it was still pretty early in the morning. Just after nighttime actually, when blue morning would sky push ahead, bringing the day with it.
A sound that reminded me of something that would shimmer had spawned over my shoulder, and pulled Cup through from somewhere in the building. The ceramic cup was pulled up for a slow pace of drinkage, it tasted really nice.
"The Aspect is forming now, we'll be ready to leave when you're ready. But I'm sure you'll wanna finish that cup right now." The ghost floated around my head, pieces fluxed with every word.
"M-hm" I wasn't great on mornings. Even after all this time, I still wasn't great at waking up. I turned around, my destination was close to where the bed was, I actually came here because of the coffee.
Near Cup's terminal room, or the 'entry' for the two of us, was that room where I would fix a habit that carried over from being a human, of course, having a flake out. I stretched again, tipping the brownnage into me after the cracks ended. I took a seat on the bed, slowly finishing the cup. If you've ever gone to sleep while still awake, this is what I think I'm doing.
I don't know why I did this, but before, I was sleepy. Now I was mostly ready for danger, ready to rek some noobs who don't even know how to criminal.
Still with a bit of sleep in me, I stood, purging the tired feeling, and put the empty cup on the bed, for convenience. And for the lols.
I heard a bright little beep from a ways away, I knew what it was. "I'm ready!" Yelling through the closed door to the terminal room.
I was consumned by the trending white-blue light, placed into my guardian plating, and sat into the commander's seat of the Aspect of Glass.
Cup was already there, inspecting the many controls, of which I was more than competent with. He fed me some info, currently, there was no criminal activity. Well, this peace usually went on for a little while. Most crimes happen in the more poorer countries.
Now, do I pick up where I left off in the book I definitely brought with me, or do I take a snooze?
"I forgot to mention, the book you didn't finish is still here." Right, the one with the evil Capital. It really was, amazing. It's just that I had things to do, you know? And by the time I finished, I'd forgotten it. I reached below the pilot's seat, the bookmark was untouched.
"Where...where...hmm..." I lightly lined the page with a finger, coming to a stop half-way down the paper.
"She sliced the man cleanly in half, revealing bone, and quickly moved to the other, all with agile precision that none her age should have..." I quietened eventually, continuing where I had been interrupted last time.
'She and her friend killed the last gang member together, turning him into pieces of flesh in less than a second. When they left the room, the blood of the guilty remained on the walls, coming from the pieces of cleanly cut man that lay dead.'
Oh yes.
'Kicking the next door down, the girl met the target of this mission. Her friend lowered his body, holding the sword in the same way someone else in their group once did...'
I had to put it down, we had just entered transmat distance of a gunfight between two sides. From what Cup has told me, it was between the sluggers of a drug lord's gang, and the local police.
Problem in this mission however, it wasn't where it usually was. It was in a city, bunch of police set up around a bank, with the foul goons inside. So I can't cover the front, the police and special forces set outside had that down.
To complete this mission, I would have to infiltrate the building, quietly eliminate the threat, and prefferably escape before the boys in blue come in.
Ah, I'm remembering them again, aren't I? Nevermind that.
I carefully pressed a specific set of buttons, and let ghost set a location. A hollow circle appeared, it filled the ship's entire front screen, slowly filling up to it' s destination, the place where it had started.
My own visor started showing me several panels.
A sidearm, lightweight, accurate, easy to use. The sidearm came from a certain foundry within the city, one that allows for silenced weapons, hence the extension from the front barrel.
Next to the digital panel, was the symbol of a magazine clip, with a small symbol of a thunderstreak in front. Most guardians would just mistake it for an outdated arc sign, actually, it means that the bullets used in this weapon have the ability to temporarily stun targets. The effects were more than long enough to last a firefight, a frame of twenty minutes.
Compared to the modern Earth's electric shock capabilities, the foundry stomped them. Made sense though.
Another small panel digitalised, longer than the last one, holding a scout rifle from the same foundry, with an extended nose, for the classic silencer enhancement. Underneath the rifle, the same symbol of shock as the sidearm appeared. Another stun weapon.
As for why I wouldn't be using my old, but gold Vision of Confluence, we were in closer ranges, so even if I wasn't trying to kill them with the weapon, it was simply too strong, not even counting what would happen if I hit a vital organ.
I didn't care for them, it's just that if that happened, I would leave traces of me being here, it is a solar weapon, so it'd burn through their insides quickly.
It should be noted, I felt that it should be up to the police and judges to decide what they'd do with them.
The circle's outside runner began to reach it's beginning, we'll be ready soon. It wasn't just a roof-spawn that was needed, I'd get seen by snipers and their rifles that records operations. So, a more sophisticated form of transmat was required here.
Heavy? No, I really don't think I'll need it...but just because I'm paranoid. Be prepared, right?
A large rectangular panel filled the remaining space on the left of the visor, and contained a machine gun from that same foundry. A magazine to the left was accompanied by a smaller thunder symbol.
The pilot's room filled with green, coming from the front visage of the Aspect. We were ready to warp in.
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