(*sigh* well, at least someones posting....even if it is a little hard to understand... anywho, descrip for the Ancient Maintainance/Repair 'bot is
Here)
He set the Gate-ship down besides the long crash furrow, and retracted the flight pods, leaving the drone launchers out and charged.
Popping the hatch, he pulled a charged pistol from a rack and slipped it into his holster, then clambered down the ramp and looked down at what remained of a Gate-ship. the ship had been thrown to the ground by a Dragon, and debris littered the crash site. He went over the the battered remains and looked closely at the Drone launchers on the downed ship. The weapon pods were still closed, and he pressed on the hull. the pods popped open a few inches, and he pulled them all the way open.
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Jackpot-
The bulbous heads of inactive drones could be seen in their tubes, perfectly intact. His Gate-ship was down to three drones, and he prefered having a full loadout. Now that he knew there were Drones here, he wondered exactly what the cargo of this Gate-ship had been. He went over to the warped hatch, and spent a few moments with the release panel. he stepped back, and the hatches bolts blew the warped piece of metal off. He looked inside the cargo bay/personell hold.
After several thousand years, the blood had rotten away, except for the faintest red tinge on surfaces, and the shredded bodies were now skeletons, yet he knew that the interior of the ship would have resembled a slaughterhouse after it had been brought down. Assorted crates had been busted open, and control crystal fragments crunched underfoot as he stepped inside. He saw a battered sphere with legs- a repair and construction bot- lying against the bulkhead, and knelt besides it. the device beeped several times, then its legs waved as it tried to move. He rolled it upright, and the 'bot looked at him with its main optics, then around the destroyed interior of the ship. It looked around for a few minutes, then skittered out of the ship and clambered onto the hull of his Gate-ship and popped out its little repair probes and went to work fixing the damage the Dragon he'd killed had done to his ship.
He resumed looking into the crates, seeing several things he could use, then pulled away the crates blocking the way into the cockpit and froze. He looked greedily at the honeycomb shaped holder in front of him, each cell holding a Drone.
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uber jackpot!-
Now he had LOTS of drones.
A hour later, the drone having finished its repairs and having retreated to the cargo hold and powered down, he wrestled the Drone holder into position and checked his ships status. The HUD blinked merrily; he had full ammo.
And with the supplies he'd recovered, he'd be able to set up a decent base camp safely away from the
Golden Spirit of Fire while he figured out what to do.
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