Encryption Broken::Conection Established
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Thread Topic: Encryption Broken::Conection Established
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George, with a concerned look in her eyes now, nodded in understanding. "Where would we find these..tools...that we need to get?" She added, fidgeting with her hands, showing her nervousness even when it didn't show on her face.
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Miss Windy, ever cautious, took a step back and looked at her companions. "We don't know if we can trust them yet," she whispered. "They could be anyone."
She straightened up, raising her voice. "Who are you? How do we know that you're someone we can trust?" -
The robot goes to respond, but is cut off when they start to convulse, more sparks shooting off their head. Stripes immediately rushes forward and starts disconnecting them from the ship, hissing a little as the sparks burn at their paws, before popping open the robots torso and quickly disconnecting a few things as a few of the little flying drones start popping and dropping to the ground
The robots lights shut off for several seconds as it goes still, before slowly flickering on.
"I....I'm... I'm sorry. It....hurts t-t-to think-ink-k. he-elNeuron Fl-Ly-ly Flock: Crit-ti-tically Low. Proc-cess-esing Power Limited" they say, briefly shifting into a much more robotic tone for the last bit. Stripes's ears pinned back, before he scurrys over to his spear and grabs it, hitting it against a peice of metal to get the humans attention, before starting to draw crude pictures of the tools he needed -
"can anyone else figure out what those tools are?" Stormy says, inspecting the drawings.
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The bluenette flinched subtly at the sparks, looking down at a noise that Stripes made. They crouched down, squinting at the pictures as they were being drawn. "Err...I think that one is...a...wrench..?" They point at one of them and glance around at the others for confirmation. "Sorry, I'm not really a mechanical type." They stated apologetically after a moment, dropping their hand to their side again.
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Miss Windy propped her hands on her hips. They didn't answer her question. Her gaze drifted towards her companions, eager to assist the being in need. Was this really such a good idea? She came to the grim realization that they didn't really have a choice. If this robot was nice, how could they abandon it? If it was cruel, what would it do to them? After all, the smaller robots had already scanned them.
She would remain wary, keeping a watchful eye. Satisfied with her decision, she crouched down next to the crude drawings made in the dirt. Pushing her wavy dark curls out of her face, she examined them carefully. "Seems to be. I can't quite make out what this is..." The twenty four year old pointed at a particular drawing, hoping Stripes could clarify. -
Strioes stomped on foot, seeming frustrated at his lake of artistic ability, before suddenly getting an idea and running over to one of the piles of rubble, starting to grab bits of metal out of it. He worked for a few seconds, before proudly holding up a model of a sodering iron for all of them to see. He then set it down and started making another, this one appearing to be a welding torch
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"oh, alright. soldering iron and welding torch..." she repeats it under her breath as she looks around the room for the tools.
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"Damn, I knew I was wrong." They muttered under their breath, standing back up and scanning around the room. "Soldering iron, welding torch, soldering iron, welding torch..." George repeated, searching around the place as they did.
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Miss Windy watched the two search with a confused look on her face. "You know we might be able to just go and get those things from a store, right?"
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"But, it would take a long time to get to the store..." Ezmar complained.
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Stripes immediately perked up and pointed his spear at Miss Windy, quickly noding and hopping in place. He then started drawing on the floor again, using simple pictures to show the ship he and Echos had stolen crashing, and things getting broken
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"so there's a ship? where is the ship?" Stormy asks, hoping it isn't in plain sight so she didn't look like an idiot, which she looked like often.
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George bit his lip, pushing back the urge to make a snarky comment about the fact that they are miles from any store. But since he was usually known to be pretty patient, he walked back over to gaze back down at the drawings instead. "A ship?" He echoed, resting his chin on his hand in thought. Images swirled in his head as he tried to figure out if they saw any ships while they were traveling here.
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Stripes stomped again, staring down at his drawings, before drawing a line through the ship drawing, cicling one half and kinda gesturing around them, before making explosion lines around the other half
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