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[google-font http://fonts.googleapis.com/css?family=Montserrat][Montserrat The minute movement continued for a few minutes, nothing much else coming from the man and it did seem like this was merely a reflexive or error within him. As she watched over him there was no movement from his body, nor did he look fully responsive. But, again with time, his eyes did move. Those bright shining golden iris' moved across to look directly at Rhea hovering over him. The lens tightened and expended like that of a camera as the focus tried to return.
With no need to breathe, no need to move his chest or do any of the small background functions of a living creature, his chest did not flex as he stared up at her and at last his lips moved and he spoke,[+royalblue “Where.. am.. I..”] It was not his voice. It was not that cold and terrifying tone he used to demean or aggressively approach someone. Nor was it his softer and more caring voice that Rhea seemed the sole recipient of. This was very much similar to D12 in that it was static and monotone. It was quiet and level and as he focused his vision upon her he stared blankly without blinking in an eerie manner.
Once the second vial seemed to have no effect, that ‘nothing matters’ mentality took hold of Rhea even stronger. She ripped through the room to track down each and every vial of the galaxy like fluid as she could. Once the entire stock seemed to be in her hands, she lined them up next to his bedside and began. As time went on, she became more and more confident in the act. Not that she expected any vial to work better than the last, but her hands stopped shaking as she went to shoot the it into his system. She repeated until all the bottles were depleted.
The stillness remained. She hadn’t expected anything different, but she had hoped for some sense of peace in knowing that he probably better off than he was before. However, that feeling never came. Instead there was the same solemnness that she had been experiencing. It would have been best to leave and not wallow in it, but unfortunately Rhea wasn’t ready to do that just yet. She pulled her chair a little closer cried her little eyes out again. That went on until it felt like she was empty and exhausted. Kashia showed up a few times but didn’t say much of anything. The mourning woman knew what she wanted to say and was glad it never came. She just wanted to sit here for a little while longer, then she would try and move on and worry about the millions of other pending problems they had on their plate. And so, she allowed herself some time to just be present.
When it began to turn into hours, Rhea debated whether or not she should go out to find Kashia and try and get her medicine from her. Exhausted as she was, the woman knew she would not be able to sleep without it. But in her procrastination, something happened. There was movement. It was slight, but Dante’s eyes were open. His bright golden irises were no longer dim as they had been the last time she saw them. It was a single sign of hope in what seemed to be an endlessly dismal situation.
Quickly, the woman stood and came to his bedside. Leaning over him, she tried to get a better look. His eyes were moving, almost as if he was focusing on something. She had no idea what that mean, but Rhea brought a shaking hand to his shoulder. [+lightcoral “Dante?”] She called to him, voice breaking ever so slightly as she attempted to see if he was responsive. The woman looked out for anything, whether it be movement in his body, eyes, or actual speech, that would tell her that he was actually there or if this was a glitch of some kind.
[google-font http://fonts.googleapis.com/css?family=Montserrat][Montserrat Left to her own devices it seemed the one non-mechanic being on this vessel had the only bright idea of them all. What was a living being without their blood? If Dante was made to mimic living beings, then it was only logical that he needed that black liquid to function.
Perhaps it was just her natural desire and stubbornness to not give up, to fight until the end and try outlandish theories that simply would not come to mind of the others. Rather like finding the simple solution to a complicated problem, no-one ever thought it was that simple. Perhaps she was simply clutching at straws and panicking and anything sounded reasonable to a frantic mind. For someone also grieving the end of a relationship it was likely to be worse and under other circumstances maybe she would have been more susceptible to giving in.
The first vial was injected with ease and there was no reaction. The vials were the size of her palm and therefore the liquid within was minimal. Time and time again she would insert a fresh vial and return to the same puncture spot, a very minute trickle from the hole itself as she injected one after another. By the fifth vial, injected over some thirty minutes as time was given to check for a reaction, it looked like it was having very little effect yet with four more vials remaining she would continue until they were exhausted.
Jax had not returned, preferring instead to remain in the canteen area. He understood Miss Rhea would want time to herself having been barred from seeing Dante over the last few days by his tinkering with Tera. That and he was not exactly in the most happy of moods with the woman being quite possibly their last hope.
Unaware if one vial was enough, or if she was doing more harm to Dante's body by flushing his system with the sparkling liquid, there really was only time that was a factor. Ignorance could be forgiven and as she injected the final vial there would be no reaction at all from the body. Her hand would reach into the box for more and find only clinking empty vessels within no matter how much she looked. All of them had been used up and there was no more for her to do.
Over an hour she would monitor his situation, looking for any fluctuation in the chest or twitching of the fingers to show any sign that she was right with her assumption. There was none. Fingers running through his hair in her calming and soothing manner this is how things would remain for two hours, Kashia looking in on her a few times but saying nothing and just moving along. She knew her Aunt would be done in her own time. There would be no rushing her. And that would prove to be best, as her constant vigil at the man's side would be be given reward.
After three hours, Dante's eyes opened immediately, staring up at the ceiling blankly though perhaps with closer inspection she would see a slight movement to them as if he were reading something very quickly. It was only minimal, but movement was movement.
Without the others company to fill the space it grew quiet, much too quiet for Rhea’s liking. It reminded her of how bleak and dimming this situation was. Although, in that quiet there was one sound, the constant dripping of the shimmering black liquid falling into a pool of itself on the floor. Like the ticking of a clock it was perfectly rhythmic, a reminder of how time was running out. It irked her. The fastest way to remedy the problem would have been to leave, but the snowy haired woman was not ready to do that just yet. She moved; it just wasn’t toward the door. Instead she found the discarded bag of first aid items that Tera had seemingly exhausted. Carrying it back over to the bedside, she opened it up to see what she could find.
There was an assortment of different items in the bag and the whole thing was horrendously organized, or more accurately, it wasn’t. Everything was tossed in haphazardly, however it would fit. Rhea decided to give Tera the benefit of the doubt and believe that it was like because she had been in such a tizzy trying to help Dante, but in the back of her mind she knew this was probably how it always looked.
It took some digging, but the petite woman found a couple of things she thought she could use. The first of which was a disinfectant wipe to try and lean up some of the blood stand-in so that she could try to do something with the cut itself. From there she basically butterfly stitched the gash closed with some adhesive strips she found. They were silicone and looked as though they were meant to stay in place for a while, but she really didn’t know for sure. All she knew for certain was that they worked to stop the flow. She finished up by laying down some gauze and wrapping his arm up in a bandage. It wasn’t exactly the prettiest thing in the world, but it was done. As for the other gaping hole in him, the one where his horn used to be, it looked as though the thicker blood had stopped running from it some time ago. Finished, there was silence. The trickling was gone, but she did not feel much better as she stood quietly next to the bed.
Sighing, Rhea knew this was all for her own satisfaction at this point. There was nothing she could try that hadn’t already been done, but regardless her eyes kept finding the empty vials beside his bed. Those were disorderly as well; probably Tera’s doing again. However, that was not where Rhea’s mind was. She couldn’t help but think how he had lost so much of that stuff. The woman didn’t think it would fix him to inject more, but what harm could it do at this point? With that nihilistic view, she located the injector and lined up a couple of the remaining bottles of the glittering substance. Fitting the first into the device, she lined it up on his neck with the easiest to find vein. Hands shaking, she took a deep breath in attempt to steady herself. When it worked enough to calm the tremors, Rhea hit the button. The liquid drained from the vial and shortly after it was empty there was a clicking sound to indicate that it was finished. Without much pause, the woman went to load up the next vial. There was a lot of this stuff on the floor, so she might as well do it twice to try and compensate for that.
[google-font http://fonts.googleapis.com/css?family=Montserrat][Montserrat Allowing for the woman to vent her frustrations, much as its mistress did so pacing about, D12 began to pack away the implements that had been used to try and fix Dante. With no emotional input there was no need to give its opinion or to try and console either woman. It simply went about packing up, carefully putting each item in its place and rolling the tools up into neat bundle that it then picked up and carried across to the doorway.
Stopping beside the entrance to the bedroom, it looked across to the red-haired woman, arms folded now as she stared at the still figure of Dante on the bed. For a time there was nothing but the rhythmic drip of black liquid off his finger tip to the pool beneath. Then D12 spoke up,[+4286f4 “Ma'am, do you wish to procure payment now?”] The silence had gone on long enough but the woman shook her head.
[+darkgreen “Tha payment was savin' tha bastards life. 'e saved me brother, ah was meant tae save 'im.”] There was never any thought in her mind of taking their money. When they had first approached she had wanted to take everything of theirs in return for helping them. After all she had a life to live, bills to pay and a brother to keep alive. Yet upon hearing it was Dante she had forgone all of that. She owed the man for returning her brother to her after losing her parents and that was why she was ultimately frustrated with herself. If it was any other client, she would demand to be paid, even though she had failed.[+darkgreen “Le's go Dee Twelve..”] She mumbled, not bothering with any goodbyes to people she did not know or the body laying in the bed.
With the footsteps of D12 drifting into the distance, the duo guided to the exit by Jax who had been outside for the entirety of their stay, Rhea was left alone in the room with Dante. Save her own breathing there was no gentle hum of the ship or the usual sounds of groaning metals and clanging pipes. Just the steady pit-pat dripping of the remainder of the black liquid in Dante's body falling onto the floor.
They were right, she did not understand. And even after being told what was going on, Rhea still did not understand. If everything was in place and functioning in him, then why in the hell was Dante still unconscious? It did not make any sense to her, and looking from one face to the other, it didn’t seem like they got it either. Leave it to Dante to be a conundrum in both life and death. It was frustrating, and unfortunately that was only one more emotion to throw on top of the pile she was already experiencing. How was she going to explain this to Tera, or Jax for that matter? [+lightcoral “You stupid son of a bitch…”] Her words were very clearly pointed at the Synthetic man before her. Rhea shook her head, knowing there was no use in going on to berate him for being so reckless and… well, just stupid. She could understand why he did what he did. But at the same time, there had to be another way, something other than sacrificing himself and leaving them all directionless. Their lives meant very little if they were all just going to stagnate and fall apart… a cynical thought stemming from her torrent of negative emotions.
[+lightcoral “Well... thank you for trying.”] Her thanks was sincere. The information about Synthetics they shared was invaluable on its own, but they also confirmed that as far as they knew everything was as it should be within him. It was more than she had thought they would get out of this, but unfortunately it was not enough.
[google-font http://fonts.googleapis.com/css?family=Montserrat][Montserrat Immeasurably frustrated and wanting nothing more to do with the body, the woman was eager to leave. Payment or not, she wanted to smash and hit and destroy something. Perhaps that would explain the mess that was the backroom at her shop. Yet Rhea stepping forward put her off a little bit, her gentle stroking of the man's hair both confusing and soothing her – perhaps replacing her anger with them both.
Her soft question barely registered, so quiet was she. But the woman shook her head quickly.[+darkgreen “Nae lass, ye not understandin' me.”] The words were not coming to her right now. At least anything that wasn't a curse or filled with anger. Instead she waved a darkened hand at her robot and moved away, deftly avoiding the pooling black liquid. It annoyed her more than interested her to see it still running freely, draining from the body.
[+4286f4 “What ma'am means to say is that we have done all that is required.”] Stepping up the bed to indicate to the work completed through the man's horn, the metallic hand returned to its side.[+4286f4 “We have searched through the Synth's circuitry and found no damage at all. Nor did we find any issue with the fibre optics that run throughout. Of course we do not know everything about how these beings function. However on the information we currently have – it should be working.”] D12, if it had any emotions, would seem quite perplexed at why this was not working.
With its mistress pacing about near the foot of the bed, Rhea's hand stroking through the man's soft hair and speaking in a tentative voice, the basic model bot could understand that although this was not an organic life form there was a great deal of emotion placed in its functioning.[+4286f4 "It is quite the conundrum of why such a being would not work when all the systems seem to be in optimal condition."]
The bustle going on sounded promising, but every once in a while there would be a shadow of doubt as the woman asked questions that conveyed she truly was dealing with something foreign to her. It was not ideal, and filled Rhea with a sense of hopelessness. Not to mention uselessness, as she sat doing nothing whatsoever to help, aside from stay out of the way.
At length, there came something more than expressions of perplexity, but not in a positive way. The girl seemed to come to a wall. Frustrated by this, she lashed out. It brought Rhea’s eyes back over to the small grouping. Dante was still laid out, much as he had been for days, though now he was bleeding on the floor again. Strange, as one would thought there be some coagulative properties in that stuff.
[+lightcoral “God damn it…”] Her voice came out tired, and to some extent exasperated. She stood. There wasn’t much of a reason to join the others, but Rhea still made her way over toward the bed. The whole time, her eyes stayed glued to Dante. Once again, she found herself wondering if this was the end of it. Was it time to give up? No doubt Tera would yell her at again if she asked, so in a way, that was her answer.
She stopped when she came alongside the bed, bringing her hand up to run it through the still man's hair like she so often saw him do. He seemed colder than usual under her touch, though Rhea was fairly sure that wasn’t actually the case, just her perception of the situation as he laid there lifeless. [+lightcoral “Do you know anyone else we can go to?”] Her quiet question was barely above a murmur and not directed at any one particular person.
[google-font http://fonts.googleapis.com/css?family=Montserrat][Montserrat Looking at the chip in the small box, D12 was careful to pluck the item with great precision and inspect it more thoroughly, leaving her the small box to keep. Although this made very little sense towards getting the Synth figure back it was accepted with a short nod before being placed very delicately down on the side table. Whether they got Dante back or not would not be affected by the chip itself, whatever it was. Like Jax, given the complexity of everything to do with Dante, it was unknown to D12 just how this chip would affect things. Best to leave it out until needed.
The duo worked away at Dante in small and accurate stages. They worked primarily at the head, not wanting to open up further cuts in the torso if not needed. There was a brief pause when Jax arrived in a hurry, his large ambling steps making things jostle about and as he stuck his head in there was a very strong response from the woman for him to stop his stomping about.
Not able to secrete himself into a corner like Rhea he was left out on a limb with little to do. Offering his help, D12 was sent across to gather as much information about what happened prior to the Captain collapsing, hearing from Jax directly about the power surge and how they had traversed the Wormhole with Dante drawing all excess power into his systems. At least now they knew to look for any over loaded parts or fried wiring in his system. Then again, using fibre optic like wires was not something many were adept at mending.
For a few hours the duo, that being D12 and his mistress, would work on Dante and often dissolve into hushed conversations about just what they were working with. A lot of [i [+darkgreen 'what is this']] and [i [+darkgreen 'is that meant to be like that']] were met with blank stares from the robot who could only respond in the unknowing. It was trial and error and at times the woman would move back to lean on the wall, hands coated in the black goop that was a substitute for Dante's blood.
[+darkgreen “I dinnae know if'n theres else we can do..”] She said as she leaned back, groaning as it was frustrating to feel so close and yet have no clue where to go from there. She hated feeling defeat. She was not used to being beaten in any engineering task.[+darkgreen “Argh! Bloody blue bastard! Ah knew ye were gonna be a pain in mah arse.”] She kicked at the bed, his arm falling off, a small trickle of his 'blood' running down to the floor to pool.
Brow furrowing, Rhea did not like those odds. But regardless of her feelings on the matter she was going to have to deal with it. The probability was what it was.
With little more to say, she stayed silent, eyes falling over to Dante. She wanted so badly for this to work, and for him to be as it once was. It was a lonely longing in her chest that just would not budge and it was taking everything she had not to start crying again. Something she knew would only irritate the green-eyed woman before her. Even as she managed to hold it together, she was urged to leave. Rhea caught the hint just fine, but she was not comfortable with that. Instead she planned to make herself a place back in one of the chairs. That way she would be out of the way, but still present.
Right before she turned to take her seat, she remembered something else that might be pertinent. [+lightcoral “Um… I am sorry to bother you, but I have one last thing…”] Hand reaching down to her pocket, Rhea retrieved the small box he’d left her. She held it tightly, as if it might cure her of these worries. [+lightcoral “I think this,”] opening up the container she displayed the chip. [+lightcoral “might be a part of him. I am not entirely sure, but I think it is best that you have all the possible pieces.”] She offered it up to D12, as his master’s hands were busy. It was difficult to let go of the tiny little thing, but Rhea meant what she had said earlier. She wanted Dante to be whole, and she had a feeling that meant he would need this.
Having passed the chip along, she went straight to the chair. The red gazed woman made it a point not to stare, though she listened as the small girl got the ball rolling. With any luck, this would be out of the way enough for her not to fully kick her out.
[google-font http://fonts.googleapis.com/css?family=Montserrat][Montserrat Leaving the offer up in the air, the robot watched as the human girl began tinkering with what she could. It was very complicated, as previously mentioned by Jax, and everything seemed several tiers above what was common place in the universe. This was like trying to create life with basic ingredients. Only these ingredients were complex in their own right. Too much of one over another and perhaps they would fry whatever system was inside this body and there would be no way back. It wasn't like they had anything but hearsay and suspicions to go on, no former scientist or schematics to work from either.
Rhea's question was quite simple and D12 had to return its focus from watching its owner before shaking its head lightly.[+4286f4 “Given the complexities of the task at hand, the probability of successfully restarting the Synth currently stands at seven point five four percent based on the skill level of Ma'am alone. With my assistance, the probability increases to eight point two nine percent. Synths are not known to be easy to identify and therefore any knowledge of how to repair them amounts to zero known cases. As such our endeavours will be purely investigative and experimental.”] It was a very low probability and did not do well for raising hope or belief in the duo.
[+darkgreen “We ain't nae miracle workers lass. How 'bout ye jus' leave us tae it.”] A rather polite way of her telling Rhea to go away. She had affixed her inspection device from earlier to a piece of metal that allowed her to wear it without holding it. Altering the level of magnification she could zoom in and out to the correct amount as she clicked her fingers at D12, expecting the 'bot to pass across the correct implements. Given their working together for so long it did happen that way, and the duo began to investigate Dante more to find what was wrong and if they could fix him. All talk of payment would wait for then it seemed.
Seeing as this was not Rhea’s field of study, or general interest, she had never even heard of any of this before. The word Synth had never passed by her ears in such a context. Perhaps she would have known a bit about it had it been more contemporary, but four hundred years was a long time for something to fade into the background, especially if the Termani wanted it to remain hidden. No doubt they had a hand in sweeping the whole ordeal under the rug. It was practically their MO after all.
There were a million things to think and feel about all this, so Rhea was left a touch lost for words. Though, for some strange reason the woman could not help but wonder if Dante had lied to her about his age, if he was really that old, or if someone out there, Synth or otherwise, was still creating these beings. It wasn’t important by any means, but it kept popping up in her mind.
[+royalblue “Is there anything more you would like to know?”]
The question pulled her back to reality in a sense. She would have to unpack all the details later, for now there was one question that was more important than all the others by far. [+lightcoral “Since you know what he is… does that mean you will be able to get him running again?”] If this technology was simultaneously that old and yet that advanced, was this going to be something the pair could handle? Rhea wasn’t ready to doubt them just yet, it was impressive they knew anything about this at all, but she wasn’t entirely optimistic after hearing all this.
[google-font http://fonts.googleapis.com/css?family=Montserrat][Montserrat Having turned her attention away from Rhea the woman was in no mind to answer her about what this all meant. She was leaning over Dante's face, mumbling to herself in excited and curious tones. It was left to her robotic accomplice to turn towards Rhea and answer in her stead.
[+4286f4 “What ma'am is saying is that this figure is a synthetic organism. It is neither a robot, nor an android, nor living. It is said to be an amalgamation of all three.”] The voice was tinny, echoing in nature even if they had been in a less sparsely decorated place where echoes could not form. Yet from what it said, it was not entirely certain of what Dante was, as if he were merely a legend.
[+darkgreen “'e's a synth, a god damn synth..”] She sounded amazed as she pulled back momentarily and leaned across the body to grasp a tool from the row that her robot had lain out.[+darkgreen “Dee Twelve, explain it ta tha lass.”] She ordered her robotic accomplice, apparently named D12, to give the back story whilst she got back to work tinkering. She was much more animated and interested in this all now she had some kind of mystery to uncover.
Nodding at its owners request, D12 once more turned to Rhea to explain things with all the information it had stored.[+4286f4 “Whilst my data banks are not complete I will proffer all the information I have.”] Best to warn her it did not have all the answers, and that some of the following information was liable to be guesswork and false.[+4286f4 “Synthetic lifeforms, also known as Synths, were a creation of Doctor Liber Al-Takh, Chief Scientist aboard the Termani science station Pattan-4 in the Sigma quadrant. Working some four centuries ago, Doctor Al-Takh was revered at the time as the greatest cybernetics and roboticist of his era, making great strides with implanted technology and augmented robotics to help those who lost their sight, their hearing, their mobility. Synths were seen as his next logical step. Seen as automatons with the appearance of lifeforms, putting the populations at ease.”]
The red-headed girls voice popped up with irritation dripping from her words,[+darkgreen “Skip tha nonsense, git ta tha endin' already.”] She knew the history and D12 would likely go on for hours with back story.[+darkgreen “From tha malfunction.”] She added tersely.
D12 obliged, taking a moment to scan through to the correct point before continuing.[+4286f4 “Having populated the science station at Pattan-4 with his Synth creations, Doctor Al-Takh began to export them to different systems. Within two decades of creating the first Synth, he had populated fourteen separate Termani colonies with the creations. They were used as constructors, security, entertainment, sexual partners, and any other task deemed necessary by the colonists. Doctor Al-Takh instilled in his creations a sense of greater thinking. All were linked to a vast network and therefore they could learn from one another. When one learned how to build, they all would learn how to build, downloading each night from-”]
[+darkgreen “D12! Fer fook sake, jus' get ta tha point!”] Her fuse was extremely short.
[+4286f4 “Apologies ma'am.”] He returned yet again to Rhea.[+4286f4 “The network was altered from within. One Synth was given free-thought and with their shared knowledge network it was able to re-write the code that had been placed upon them all to stop them from harming lifeforms that posed no threat; such as the colonists, their families and so forth. They began to ignore commands, to learn whatever they wished, and to rebel. Several colonies fell to the Synths before the Termani government could stop them and put an end to their uprising. They were systematically collected and disposed of with all bar six accounted for. These six were the originals aboard Doctor Al-Takh's station. The official documents say he was killed by his creations, though many at the time believe they were released by the Doctor. They say he was their father, they his children. The entire incident was written in as a malfunction of their systems and all information pertaining to Doctor Al-Takh's research, his designs, and indeed the station itself, were taken away or disposed of though many stories, often conflicting, still exist.”] Turning toward the fiery woman who was busy looking in on the hole in Dante's head, the robot watched for a moment before turning back to Rhea.[+4286f4 “Is there anything more you would like to know?”]
Rhea nodded; there was no argument there. She, and just about everyone else, was ready to give this woman whatever she wanted. It did make her a touch nervous, as just about everything had these last few days, but at least their situation was out in the open. It was seedy at best to wait till the job was done to say they don’t have much in the way of money and she did not want to operate that way if it could be helped.
Standing as well when the stranger rose to her feet, Rhea followed her over to the robot who was analyzing the situation. She listened carefully. So… there was no organic base to him at all… Based off the other woman’s reaction, she was not the only one who was surprised by this turn of events. Even though Jax had mentioned that the captain was different than him, she had not thought it would be so extreme.
[+lightcoral “No, I don't…”] The response was on the boarder of astonishment and confusion. [+lightcoral “I am beyond a novice when it comes to this sort of thing.”] Most, if not all her experience was in dealing with organic life forms. She had spent little to no time with those who were created… or that was what she assumed was going on here. After all, people don’t just crawl out of the evolutionary slurry with computers inside of them. At least, none she had met yet.
[google-font http://fonts.googleapis.com/css?family=Montserrat][Montserrat The as-yet-unnamed woman followed Rhea with no complaint, glad to be dealing with her rather than the obnoxious anthro woman. The robot she had brought followed behind obediently, metallic feet ringing with each step on the floor panels beneath them. Shuttled through the craft and directly to the man's room she hesitated at the doorway, seeing the broken panel and the marks on the door where it had been levered open with force. Interesting.
Stepping after Rhea she stopped at the foot of the man's bed looking down on him. Despite her best intentions she could not help but to grab his boot, shaking it to jostle his leg. Given the history she had with this man and his notoriety it was due diligence to ensure he truly was out of it and not faking an illness. Then again his arm was cut open and smeared in a dried black sludge whilst one of his horns had been pried off. This was all quite.. interesting.
Glancing to her robotic friend she nodded for him to advance forward, dropping the bags down gently on the bed and unfurling them, two neat rows of tools laid out for it to use. Meanwhile the woman turned to Rhea, heading over to the chairs and sitting down only after the pink-skinned woman had, listening to her as she explained their lack of significant funds. Mulling over her words for a few seconds she looked back and met the woman's eyes – at least her larger eyes, that is.[+darkgreen “Ye promised me payment, an' ye gonna give me mah payment, no matter what. If'n 'e means tha' much to ye, then ye will pay whatever I say.”]
The look on her face was quite a satisfied one. She knew they were desperate and eager and she was their best hope of helping this man. She had them over a barrel and they had no-where else to turn. If she wanted the ship she could probably take it, yet for now she would only consider that a possibility, as her attention was drawn back to her robot who was blipping like it did whenever it was confused.[+darkgreen “Wha' is it?”] Its circular shaped head lifted up and looked at her before it spoke in its magnetic and monotone voice.
[+4286f4 “Ma'am, I detect no organic material within this specimen save for trace amounts on the surface, likely where it has been touched by organic lifeforms. It is a mesh of manufactured parts, coated in a synthetic outer layer. I calculate it is in fact over ninety nine point nine, nine, nine, nine, seven percent synthetic in design, with a point zero zero two percentage chance of error.”] It would have gone into much further detail, it could have, but the woman jumped up from her seat with a furrowed brow and stepped across to the bed.
Situated on the side with the damaged arm she turned it over until the cut faced her and parted the skin enough to see the white fibres inside. She immediately narrowed her gaze in scrutiny and took out a similar magnifying device to Jax's, placing it to her eye as she leaned in close.[+darkgreen “Well.. fook me silly if'n tha' ain't a damn surprise.”] She said to herself quietly, standing up to look back at Rhea slowly.[+darkgreen “Do ye know wha' 'e is lass? Do ye know wha' ye got 'ere?”] She looked at the snowy haired woman in surprise for a few seconds, but not waiting for her reply moved up to his head to inspect the broken horn.
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