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Delta-T
Protector of the future (NPC)

MOOD: Frazzled
ACTION: Trying to process everything

Questions, questions. They kept popping up one after the other, in all directions around the tinman, and his head nervously turned this way and that as he attempted to parse and answer them all.
With Andreiya, he started, "We are all from different places originally. I was built on Pluto..."

Something made obvious by the windup key shaped like a Pluto symbol sticking out of his back, which he likely had to turn now and again.

"And in all seriousness, we have been trying our best to maintain ourselves, truly. But we're working with limited information, corrupted data. Some of us need specialized tools, or parts that were only manufactured once..." He sagged wearily. "Others were mass-produced and simply not built to last. We're unfortunately missing the data on how to instill machines with a consciousness like ours, so building a new body isn't so simple a task even with resources."

Naeria's offer of help was met with a silent expression of curiosity that was cut short by Vyn's line of questioning.

"The word 'trial' was the first the Reasoner translated, and everything fell into place from there," answered Delta-T sagely. "Trials and star seeds, a path to transcendence beyond one's original form for those who passed... there were empty vessels for us in the chamber where we found most of the information." He pointed to the golden dome on his head with a proud nod. "We believe whoever built this place had such an intent for it."

More curiosity was earned by Aliez from the robot when he offered assistance, but Delta-T ultimately shook his head and backed away. "Oh, I shouldn't... I do appreciate the offer, but there's still so much to do. I must go remind the Reasoner to feed the cybercritter, among other things. Please make yourselves comfortable while we continue to assess the situation."

A polite bow was given, and he was gone again.

Aliez
Vanguard Corporal

MOOD: Frustrated
ACTION: Asking Andreiya for a moment to talk.

Missing data? Empty vessels? Information on how rebirth worked? The need to obtain starseeds?

An uncomfortable shiver made its way down Aliez’s neck and back. There was too much information they were missing, too much being withheld from them.

Delta-T’s answers only made way for more questions. He was unaware that a computer program needed sustenance. Unless it was part of its programming to be treated as one would a pet. The reminder only made him more frustrated about their previous encounters with others.

He didn’t even get a chance to try and find out if there was space for a starseed in the robot’s body (which he doubted), but was glad no one broke his cover by pointing out how he’d never handled a starseed in his life. Even the Commodore needed special equipment.

Vyn was frustrated. He could feel Andreiya’s frustration as well. The others…? He tried not to feel disappointment in his fellow Vanguard, but he was quickly realizing their separation in interests.

Keeping everyone safe, getting home, finding a way to save Velencya… did no one else care that their families could be lost to the vastness of space to die if Velencya stopped functioning? Since when did the others stop caring?

“Would it be okay if we talked?” he quietly asked Andreiya as Vyn announced that he required privacy. “I have concerns that the empty vessels mentioned may have been corpses…”

Neryn
Vanguard Cadet

MOOD: Confused, more than anything
ACTION:

The robots wanted... starseeds? Neryn didn't exactly understand everything about starseeds - only that everyone had one. They corrected themself; everyone but the robots. Yet the robots were... inorganic. They were created, not born, so it was safe to assume they did not go through the cycle of rebirth. Thus, they needed starseeds to be reborn but why would... they want to be? Because their creators vanished?

Hmm, no. It did not seem likely these robots wanted to find their creators again. It sounded more like they wanted to, as Delta-T said, 'transcend' their potential.

The robot left before Neryn could ask any questions, so lost in their thoughts as they were. They nodded at the Corporals as they left the area to go clear their heads. Neryn found a flat-ish bit of rubble, and sat down. There were so many questions and yet not near enough answers. Stars it was frustrating. For someone who was so analytic and methodical, the fact these robots couldn't give a straight answer - for one reason or another, surely - was incredibly, as the humans put it, annoying.

Not because Neryn expected them to give a straight answer, but because they were inorganic machines! They were created! Which meant, logically, that they had some sort of routine that controlled their directives. The problem was, it sounded like they'd already long since moved past that part. They had personalities, clearly. They had their own desires - even if those desires seemed... vaguely threatening. Was that not 'transcendent' enough?

What had they gotten themselves into? Moreover, why did Neryn get the sinking feeling that all of this was going to explode in their faces before the night was over? The datapad gave them no indication one way or the other that the Commedore or Prince had received any of the Vanguard's messages, so they were still very much on their own out here.

Sometime later, Neryn pushed off from the rubble they'd sat down on, and rejoined the group.

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