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Delta tilted its head at Dubhe, possibly pondering why the senshi might be upset.









Delta seems to ponder these questions for a moment.

She did speak Spanish.

Anser was delighted. When the half-girl half-air AI returned a fluent Spanish statement to her and asked if she would prefer that to be her default language, Anser clapped, though it was mostly because she enjoyed hearing the Spanish spoken and not necessarily that she wanted it to be her default language. Not that she would complain if it was. She wondered how many people in there actually understood Spanish. Probably not many, if she had to guess. It would be like a secret language with the AI.

... Except not really that secret, Spanish was a fairly common language.

Still, the idea of the AI speaking Spanish delighted Anser enough that she quite eagerly declared a, "Sí!" in response.

Anser then leaned in a little closer, as if she wanted to tell the AI a secret.

"¿Puede jugar videojuegos en esa pantalla?"

She really just wanted to ask about video games and that screen, though. It seemed like the adults were handling the why were the other AI trying to kill them portion.

"¿Puedo jugar videojuegos en esa pantalla?"

And anyway, her fellow AI had just tried to kill them. It was the least she could do!

Computer logic explained why her response was simply something about prime directives, but it didn't explain why those prime directives were containment and deconstruction.

From what the AI continued to say after that, the Unit -- Lambda, overall -- had interest in finding things that were unusual and containing them. And ... deconstructing them. It had to have been some kind of alien research vessel. An alien research vessel with rather skewed ideas of a good idea. Unfortunately, it seemed people who thought they had superiority were perfectly willing to experiment on and destroy things they thought weren't superior.

Encke grimaced.

Familiar.

After everyone else had finished talking, and some of the yelling stopped -- and why was that chibi asking about video games right now? -- Encke ventured a, "You know," and cleared his throat, "if you want to know more about us, you could just ... ask. The whole capturing and taking us apart thing you got going on is more than a little unnecessary."

Some humans were violent and he didn't exactly expect everyone to be willing to talk to some random aliens, but the AI seemed pretty smart. It could probably figure out who would be willing to chatter.

"You'd probably get more cooperation with questions than shoving people into tubes..."

Princess Leto

Leto was tired, bleeding, and out of breath.

The one saving grace of the situation was that the electrical hum of the room and the dancing lights and symbols all went away. It was silent.

Until there was another strange voice asking for them to go see her.

Great. Just what Leto wanted- another psycho alien b***h. She was really not prepared to deal with Altea v2.0 considering it still felt like just yesterday she was on another planet.

She wrinkled her nose as the scent of burnt wires tumbled into the room as a door practically peeled itself open. Any normal person would have been reluctant to move forward, but Leto was mad and had quite enough of this s**t and would really ******** like to go home, so she grabbed Crocus' overlay once more to keep him by her side as she stormed- bruised, battered and burnt- into the new room that was apparently filling with other people.

"I'll ******** kill you," Leto said through clenched teeth, ready to march up to the one called Delta ... until she heard it say that it was a hologram and there was probably no killin' that. Stopping short, she narrowed her eyes and glared at Delta instead. And then she was suddenly very aware of how full the room was and all of the different auras of various levels and factions and it was almost overwhelming. She hadn't even realized she was still gripping Crocus with one hand.

DMS Super Mithra

Mithra could feel herself becoming a bit twitchy. Of course it had to be a hologram. Nothing to punch. She felt like she could feel the same aura of disappointment from somewhere, and looked around to see if she could find it. Princess Leto! Well at least there was someone here whom she liked, though she liked most DMS she had met so far. She had heard what the princess had said, and Mithra wished they could kill this creature at this point.

Maybe they could go and get some dynamite and just blow the **** out of this place. That might make Mithra feel a bit better about all of this.

She had seen her boyfriend in the crowd, but she did not acknowledge him, and she was sure that he was doing the same. They may have both been chaos, but they were still on opposing sides.

So instead she decided to do the dumb smart thing to do and ask the stupid hologram a question. "So I'm going to guess it's in your programming to go and 'contain' interesting things in the interest of whomever built you. Now, if you believe us to be 'intelligent' like you said, why would you EVER think that we would somehow just willingly go into your containers with no explanation, after trying to kill each of us a couple of times, and then acting like you're SURPRISED that we didn't want it?! Where you come from, can I assume that your creators just go and take things whether those 'things' have objected or not?"

Probably a dumb question, but she needed to get everyone on the same page that this thing was not friendly.

DMC Itokawa HP:

He still didn't know what he'd just been through, didn't understand it all, he knew he'd gone through some sort of...game but this game hurt, at least some people. He hadn't suffered too much. Maybe it was just because he didn't understand much of the language that he didn't feel as he should? It was a high possibility that he was being calm simply because he didn't understand everything.

It was when he heard the half person, as he didn't know it was a hologram, speak in a language other than English that he spoke up as well - questioning it. "คุณพูดภาษาไทยหรือไม่?" Would it understand what he said, it would be easier for him if it spoke Thai as well as whatever else it spoke, so he could perhaps understand what was going on as well.

Standing there, away from everyone else, he was clearly a loner and he had a feeling that right here and now that wasn't safe...but he also didn't know anyone here. "ถ้าคุณทำเช่นนั้นฉันสูญเสียสิ่งที่เกิดขึ้น ดังนั้นฉันขอโทษถ้าคุณได้ตอบคำถามนี้แล้ว แต่สิ่งที่เกิดขึ้น?" He had been watching everyone, everything, and listening to what was going on but only some of it did he understand.

Acubens was getting a head ache. All of this information flooding into her and she understood all of the words that were being said separately, but when they were strung into sentences they lost meaning. It was only when Mithra appeared that she finally cracked a small smile. So comforted was she by the presence of someone familiar that she didn't even mind the youma bird picking at her hair.

"Glad I'm not the only one who sees the similarities," she muttered. After Mithra came the powerful aura of a familiar Royal, and Acubens nearly lit up. Leto, visible even from across the room resplendent in her royal form. An invisible burden on Acubens' shoulder lifted. And she had Crocus, thank god. So Mithra was accounted for -- and firing questions of her own, though Acubens would have preferred her stay silent -- Crocus was safe, Abstracta was by her side... she was still missing Kiuchi, Logos, Kissling, Sinope and Ptolemy... Oh wait nope... there was Ptolemy, limping over and while panic rose in Acubens throat, she tamped it down. There would be time to worry over him later.. For now she continued to look for the others... if they had even been called at all... were no where to be seen. And she hoped to gods that they hadn't been.

The general speaking to Acubens cut though her search.

"One of mine?"

She cast her gaze around again, widening her search until her eyes landed on a rather lost looking young fellow. She pressed Abstracta and Mithra to the General and stated simply, "if anything happens to them while I'm gone I will peel your skin off with my fingernails. Ptolemy, you're in charge." And then she was gone, giving the two ladies a brief squeeze of the arm to ensure them that she would be back once she had gathered her newest charge.

"Hey there," she muttered when she was in ear shot. Slipping her hand gently into his she sidled up next to him and smiled. "I'm Acubens... someone like you. Why don't you slide over here with us... safety in numbers?"

Corrupt Sailor Fafnir - HP: 47

It was wildly disconcerting to go from battling a giant, violent beast to being calmly asked to 'Step this way please' by a soft, feminine voice. At first, Fafnir was convinced their captor had finally decided to show herself... themself? and he'd sidled along after the others, grabbing Sweetite's hand to tug her gently along after him.

The... hologram that met them was strange and vaguely horrifying, like someone (some thing?) figured the only comforting thing they needed was a head and shoulders, and left off the rest as immaterial. Who needed legs, right? A disembodied head was fine... And while pleasantly answering their questions, he couldn't shake the feeling there was more to this.

Why solve puzzles just to be 'contained'? Why, when monsters and brute force failed, offer something that wasn't even tangible? Why answer questions from things you planned to take apart down to their more useful components? Why any of it? It as inefficient at best, insane at worst, and he disliked it intensely. There was enough about this damn war that didn't make any ******** sense, he really didn't care for more weird s**t.

The questions being lobbied at the... thing were all about IT and about why It had attacked them, and honestly, the more he listened the more he only wanted the answer to one ******** idiots... who cares about any of that?

"What does any of that matter?" He shouted over the others as he stepped forward a bit, keeping what distance he could from the other members of Order. It was a comfort that there were other dark uniforms in this larger group, which he assumed had gone through the same nonsense they had. It made him feel bolder, more confident that the Negaverse wasn't as outnumbered as it had seemed when it was just the two of them.

"How do we get out of here?"

There had to be more to this... if containment failed, why send a hologram that couldn't do anything?