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Strange Introductions; Psaga: Invite Only
Topic Started: Feb 10 2014, 07:17 PM (1,305 Views)
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Cryognosis didn't really buy his insistence. He was injured, and he seemed to be protective of it by brushing it off as much as possible, which only served to make him even more suspicious. Admittedly, without such a context, he probably would have genuinely seemed to have been fine. However, Cryo had already acquired the since of doubt, so perhaps nothing could ever be done. The whole matter made the ainsou practically feel itchy to break her silently vowed nature, but that was just it.
Either way, Cryo curiously tilts her head, observing the container, and debates idly pawing at it in an expression of curiosity about it. However, she decided to hold herself back to merely looking at it curiously. Perhaps when they got back to the ship, she'd have the time to recover and then ask in her own way.

He made it obvious, anyway, and felt reminded of the milk. Cryo wondered, thusly, if this was milk he was drinking, or there was a variety of drinks that the ainsoids drank. The lady's ears perk upwards in a curiosity, and given she was already giving the man attention, she caught his turning away from them. Cryo shifts her position between the two of them, trying to catch a better glimpse of what the man seemed to bring his hand forward onto himself towards, but she couldn't completely catch it before he suddenly turned back. This left Cryo a little unnerved. what kind of motion was that, and should she have been worried? Then again, he seemed to have recently been injured and filthy, so maybe it related as a less apparent injury. Even if he was technology, Cryo felt he could stand to make sure to maintain a good condition!
This wasn't really a business she was allowed to butt in if she wanted to, though, and she gives a tilted head to the archeologist's joy. He seemed to really connect with Kaiya, which made sense. Boys with boys, after all, right? However, it didn't automatically make them particularly talkative, she also noticed, as what was said felt more like short talk to pass the trip, rather than a genuine conversation. The two probably would get along, though. Kaiya liked to talk, as far as Cryo could tell, and Johnny seemed to be a quite respectful person, and probably clever, given he had his own veil. In addition, they were both quite kind and respectful, though Kaiya was less formal about it. Cryo just didn't understand what was exciting with waterproof clothes, though. After all, in a way, they were always waterproof, and by nature, they typically dealt quite well with showers.

As they got closer to the ship, Cryo either fell behind like last time, if they sped up, or she would be to Kaiya's side, on the opposite side as Johnny. Either way, she noticed that he seemed to hold his breath, and...perhaps she was imagining it, but he seemed to actually darken in emotions, at least briefly. It seemed to accumulate upwards to him looking towards the ground, and she felt especially worried. Why did Kaiya's personality shift so sharply...? The question lingered in the air, as Cryo pretended to be 'assigned' to following the boy. She would never figure out the man's secret, if she were to follow him in. She had plenty of time, after all, as showers took a decent number of minutes. Rendered pretty mute, it was unlikely that she could be able to confront Kaiya in any reasonable fashion.
Perhaps he was feeling guilty over the shedding? That seemed like a pretty practical assumption. Stepping into some of the water, Cryo looks down and ponders an alternative: The flooding was probably frustrating, if nothing else. The pioneer, however, seemed to have a clear objective: Cleaning up the mess. The ainsou watches for a few moments, thinking about how cold the water felt, compared to earlier, and her ears perk forward in a sense of initiative! While Kaiya was distracted in mopping the water, Cryognosis wanders towards the sink, and brings her primary arm's hands into the water, closing her eyes and focusing on a controlled emission of ki. The science of ki works was very important, and the ainsou had developed numerous techniques for the day-to-day life. Among things, were to help warm things up. She starts to emit waves of heat into the water, from her hands, and starts to gradually warm the water up. Calling back into mind how hot it was before, Cryo was able to get a pretty close-to-accurate temperature of what it was last time, though she had little doubt that she was off.
Withdrawing the hands from the sink, Cryo proudly concludes a pair of things: First of all, if wasting the strange water's warmth was a problem, Cryo had just resolved that. Second of all, Kaiya had good proof that Cryo would do things to make her happy, by doing favors when it seemed practical. Glancing towards Kaiya, it seemed as though she had started to finish. She didn't really want to get caught in the act, as she wasn't sure what kind of potential the species of the two had. For a moment, she reflects on a term that the diarmed boy had said: Earthlings. ...what were Earthlings, exactly? If she recalled correctly, Earth might have been the name of one of the planets, so the logical next step seemed to be that an earthling must have been just that: A native of Earth.
But what if it was something else? What if it referred to the general species that originated from Earth? She wished she could ask, for just a moment!

Regardless, Cryognosis steps away, and moves to out of the kitchen, watching Kaiya from a somewhat remote distance. He seemed to be inwardly distracted, to some end, so her decision seemed to be an even better plan: No literally wild hijinks to throw him off from his thoughts, after all. Rather, Cryognosis took the initiative to the shower. She remembered how Johnny had seemed to open it, and was able to repeat the act to get it open. Opening the door as she did was not exactly the most gracefully stealthy of all actions, but she had a limited knowledge of manipulating the shuttle's native systems. Stepping into the bathroom more cautiously, however, Cryo had opted for a bit better of a careful way of doing things.
Fortunately, Johnny's attention seemed to be on the shower, so Cryo opts to sneak towards a strange device and duck beside it. A strange...bowl thing, that looked almost like a chair, as best she conclude. The foreign machinery seemed to be beyond her, but it wasn't the subject of her interest anyway. The interest, rather, was something that seemed to gleam from Johnny's arm. Cryo ducks into hiding for a brief time, given that he might have a purposely delayed look towards the door, if he heard it open. After that pause, though, Cryo rises back up out of total hiding, ears perking upwards. She had felt she waited plentifully, but even if she hadn't, the ainsou had quickly lost patience, her willpower essentially burnt out from everything that had happened so far.

The woman starts forward towards the shower door, sneakily, and cautiously opens it by intuitive deduction of how it must work. She peaks towards the arm, at first attempting to retain the subtility, but then she sees the visual sample of metal. ...Well, this certainly confirmed it. Either he had metal jammed into his arm, or he was in fact an android! Considering the rocks, it was unlikely. However...if he was an android, then her stealth had just now completely failed her. His software was unlikely to overlook Cryo's activity at this point of reliance of inattentiveness! Taking to action, she snakes around the shower door, leaning somewhat into it, and reaches out with her hind hands, to try to grab at his arm from a short distance of opposite ends of the injury. If she's successful, and able to additionally pull the arm towards her in the moment of surprise, Cryo brings her primary arms hovering over the cut, looking at it puzzled, and very blatantly worried.

---(WC)---

Kaiya: (1101+1010+558+1344+1015+513+3582+1197+519=10,839)+(408+1309=1,717)
10839+1717=12,556
Cryo: (2045+1002+1138+1047+1129+1048+4199+1185+646=13,439)+(1043+1379=2,422)
13439+2422=15,861
Vlad: (1139+2068=3,207)+(566+800=1,366)
3207+1366=4,573
WCT: (10839+13439+3207=27,485)+(1717+2422+1366=5,505)
27485+5,505=32,990

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Vlad had underestimated how into the pleasant sensation of warm water washing over his synthetic touch sensors as he did not detect her approach sure Vlads internal components did but as a synthetic consciousness he could allow other sensations drown out others even those that would have alarmed him.

Vlads attention was grabbed by the four armed organic grabbing him Vlad used his free hand to turn off the water and looked at her.

The part of the plating looked incomplete like one piece of plated armor in a suit it was unlikely to be any sort of shrapnel to anyone familiar to plating it would seemingly have left it as only sensible explanation being an entire metal body under his synthetic flesh that while it did look and feel alive it had a distinct layer look to it when viewed from a side in the cut and there was a glint of a layer beneath the skin but above the plating it was clear with some faintly glowing fibers leading from the plating to the skin indicating a likelihood that it controlled the skin as it was a piece of his nerves system to his external systems.

Despite the presence of his swimming shorts he felt as if he was caught with his pants down in a manner of speaking. Vlad felt embarrassed to be found out like this but this simple minded being did not seem to mean harm and he could quickly heal the wound before the other female came and this organic would have no means of informing her as Spider was a great deal stronger then Vlad and his mastery of the robot equivalent of ki was so that he could make anything he held into a beam scalpel even as he did in this case a cotton swab. It was a precise and well honed wealth of energy focused into an efficient and elegant albeit short blade.

Vlad sighed no point in hiding it tho he knew her intellect was higher then what she tried to pass it off as and now she knew his secrete Vlad seen the walls surrounding the two were soundproofed and with a mere thought from his quantum brain he commanded the doors automatic close function to kick in.

The door slid to a silent close and Vlad set the lock and attached it to his environmental awareness sensor so if the other did awaken to check up on them he would be aware of her trying to open the door and he set the password to scramble mode every 5 minuets he had a lot to get off his chest and the fact this female did not have the mind of a goldfish as she acted so simple perhaps honesty on his part would draw honesty from her.

Vlad sighed and ever cautious Vlad scanned her ears readouts of probable tolerance levels appearing before his vision and he adjusted it to a point where it would be below human hearing it would be at the same time pleasant for the four armed organic.

“Your eyes do not deceive you, that is my internal plating, you see I have not been entirely honest with you two I am not a human despite my appearance, heck I am not even organic for that matter. I am an android created by a brilliant but fairly reclusive craftsman of robotics and artificial intelligence. I can only speculate the main reason I was created. He had told me a while ago that I was made to try and bridge the gap between organic and inorganic life by showing that machinery was alive and perhaps getting people to look inward to see that their bodies organic tho they may be are machines as well. Maybe his years of isolation made him lonely and thus he made an intelligent android to combat his loneliness in the form of creating the son he could never have. Perhaps he merely desired to see how far his years of attempting to replicate life in inorganic matter would pay off in a master stroke combining all of the years of his innovations, studies, theories and hypothesizing , and inventing. Perhaps it was a combination of all the stated factors. I do not know as much time as we spent together alone I never could fully grasp what a core motivation was and could only hypothesis these reasons when...”

Vlad paused and made a bitter sorrowful face remembering an awful event.

“When I found out I was not human.” Vlad went into his now evident lab coat and pulled out a capsule.

Vlad deployed it and out sprang several pictures of varying stages of childhood.

Vlads finger drifted over the first an image of a baby boy being held by his mother and his father a happy family. “My original hair color was a pale one so he created this image to reinforce that as a hair color I was born with and a mother that never existed.”

Vlads aqua hair now visible he pulled a mass of it in front of him letting it dangle on the sides of his neck fighting back a giggle from the tickling sensations of the initial brushing against the sides of his neck. “My exterior has reprogrammable matter allowing me to shift my image to any form within reason I desire which is why my hair is so different now then any image.

Vlad pointed at another image this time the boy was a little older in the age range of his action figure playing with years for most male humans. He was repairing his damaged robotic dog. “My fa- my creator made that dog a while after he made this fabricated photo so when I was completed it would play out as the memories he instilled in me that the dog still worked. This was to serve as a genesis to my skill with machines and empathy for the wounded and helpless. You can see my creators hands aiding me off the images side.”

Vlad pointed to three more these a series of activities an older version of the same boy riding a bike for the first time with no training wheels in one with his father helping him balance, one playing on a swing set with his father reminiscing by the looks of it, and a fishing trip with just the two of them.

“These were fabrications for happy memories and you may wonder why the lady you seen in the first image is not in there well my memory says the reasoning he gave was vague with several possible scenarios but point is she supposedly died in an accident. Truth is she never existed as I was never a biological child. The inclusion of my mothers death as a memory was to give sorrow as context for the joy my father and I spent together” Vlad caught himself saying father.

“I apologize I mean he, my creator as I am a purely mechanical entity and thus have no father” Vlad said in a voice that would meet a humans ears if the wall was not soundproofed. However it did dawn on Vlad that the other organic may have beyond human hearing. Vlad decided to conclude there.

“All these images, all of these precious memories are just fabrications in order to initially convince me that I could not be anything but human so that my humanized growth could grow into human grade mentality emotional intellect as well as scientific and rational intellect. To be a feeling machine to show organics we are not so different and to give one young brilliant mind a companion to save him from his solitude by giving him what he may have convinced himself to be a son.” Vlad said disowning the notion that his creator was a father not because he meant it but because of how the organic may react to a machine assigning such familial titles to the one that built him.


Moments before in the void of the Void Lord.

“Hmm clever Vlad you taken many precautions to avoid being found out by the 2nd but you should know that skeletons in the closet often fall out no matter how you try to prevent them form. The walls may be soundproofed and you may have hidden your voice too low to be heard by the other in the event her hearing can beat the soundproofing but I feel like giving her a little hint. She is falling asleep and I think she deserves a hint in the form of a day dream of what you are.”

“Be it major or small subtle or blunt let a hint fall into her mind about the truth Vlad hides.” The skeletal king of the void said as an image of Kaiya took form in the void.

“And Vlad if you think this series of events is a test for your Kokoro you just wait and see what awaits you on earth muahahahahaha !”

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Cryo's realization that he had turned off the water was almost offhanded, with her attention focused towards the injured arm. Having looked upon the injury from her original distance, though, she certainly knew what she was looking at: Hardly something lodged in, as that certainly hadn't fit the nature of the injury. After all, she knew some offhanded trivia related to her chosen field, such as the nature of injuries: Here, she could tell that the metal hadn't been embedded. However, upon closer inspection, something was quite obvious...The pattern was a time of slice-like deliberate injury, likely from some type of attack, though she wasn't well learned enough to know a precise nature associated with it. Likewise, she wasn't quite learned enough in xenobiology or mechanics, to understand the nature of the layout.
No less, Cryo would definitely have agreed to the pants-down analogy, especially with what she gleamed from her close examination that was supposed to merely be a throw-off. No less, just as much she needed to play the part. She quickly brought her hands towards the wound, one hand bringing itself to use as something to prop the arm against, as her other hand tried to achieve the grip. The efforts were interrupted when he suddenly started speaking, and Cryo immediately looks up to his face, abandoning her task and bringing her ears upward-backward as she listens.

Partway through, she tilts her head to the left, twitching the right ear even higher, as he continued. The ainsou was patient, though, as much as she was surprised that he believed in that there was no language barrier between the pair. Attention goes to the capsule when it was brought out, and Cryo entirely drops her previous endeavor, rather literally: If Johnny's arm wasn't attached to him; he'd probably have to have had to double-check against the shock damage of it meeting the ground.
Cryo watches, curiously. The metal section and technology style insinuated that he wasn't biotech, yet he mimicked the very nature of a creature growing. Was it actually possible for mundane technology to outright grow? Did he have fake ki? However, he further elaborated for her, as she visually studied the images put before her, with a sense of wariness that was genuine in very similar ways as it was acted: The unfamiliarity of the capsule field was the common, strong point of her concern.

However, eventually through the talk, the picture was less critical to Cryo. The princess steps away, her posture tensing somewhat defensively at just how blatantly unknown the android's design, nature, and potential was. Shape shifters were another part of fiction, after all. All these things were quite unknown and dangerous in a sort of time when everything was pretty thoroughly intimidating, after all. She gave no expression to that he had been explaining his very backstory, because she still had plenty of reservations and trump cards to play if she could, as the ainsou had intended before she even entered this room.
...BUt no matter what, it was very obvious she was picked out pretty effectively for being intelligent. He seemed to think civilized and able to comprehend, as well, but the solid part was probably intelligence.

For it all, Cryo had only one genuinely appropriate reaction. She essentially pawed at the man's face, with he palm of her hand, curiously staring at him. She lets out a "Kay-ia?" with a better sense of saying the word, and left it up to what he would think of it as, before returning to a simplistic matter, and attempting to grab at the injured arm again. She brought her fingertips against the metal, and then gives him a look of curiosity, clearly wanting some blatant symbolism that was more of what her feral image was trying to ask for.

There were plenty that she had thought across that whole elaboration, summing up roughly to along lines that were now more specifically glossed over, than given attention, integrated as a stance to take rather than a topic to ponder off of. Cryo had to admit, all of this was very surprising news. Simulating a childhood, having a family, and even having a...dog? She imagined that's what the creature must have been, that was depicted. The fact lies entirely within that the nature of the man was nothing like the image of just any android. He was synthetic, but was brought up to be organic. His mind was designed to reflect the nature of the society he was built under, aimed to be...what...? The perfect image of his species? A symbol? A more real example? The kicks of pulling off a roboticist's dream? Who could know, but the creator? She could very well ask him, but the problem was that she would never ask him, and to find out was absurdly off topic.

The glossing over, though, does bring to mind one important matter. Kayia probably could deal with androids. She builds things. A little silly and brief-thought, but it was the best she could do for the sense of turmoil in the man's processors. She'd likely have the answers he'd seek, but there was almost definitely no way that he'd go and ask her himself, just as she wouldn't do any asking around here. This could count for a good deed for the day, if nothing else, surely. If it was pressed, Cryo could always justify 'you have a piece of metal STUCK IN YOUR ARM'!
For now? She tries to tug the man along, rather literally, going to the bathroom door. He turned off the shower, what was there ot really care about? His dignity? She was just strutting around in the nude for who knew how long, so what was so pressing about that?! There were more important things to deal with!

Cryo's face slams against the locked door, and she falls away from it towards him, knocked off balance by the energy in her stride. She'd probably fall onto him outright, if he didn't catch her, or move away from her at least. Fortunately, there was plenty of resilience to spare in the ainsou, for Cryo to not have a bloody nose over this rather comical incident.

---(WC)---

Kaiya: (1101+1010+558+1344+1015+513+3582+1197+519=10,839)+(408+1309+0=1,717)
10839+1717=12,556
Cryo: (2045+1002+1138+1047+1129+1048+4199+1185+646=13,439)+(1043+1379+1036=3,458)
13439+3,458=16,897
Vlad: (1139+2068=3,207)+(566+800+1516=2,882)
3207+2882=6,089
WCT: (10839+13439+3207=27,485)+(1717+3458+2882=8,057)
27485+8057=35,542
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Her boot tips pressed against the floor, bending back slightly while her chair slid. Most of her weight was distributed in her upper body now as she leaned over heavily.
Head still rested comfortably in her arms, she was still. She didn't mind that her hell fell over to drape her face.
She didn't give any though to the imprint that would be left from the stitching in her shirt pressed to her cheek, or how red her face would be blocked from cooling air.
Her breathing slowed, unconsciously matching rhythm with the only sound in the room. It could have belonged to the archaic hand clock on the wall, but it was actually the sink.
It had been turned off earlier during the flooding, but it still dripped.
In reality the sound was steady and soft. It was only a soft ting every few minutes. To Kaiya, it was dripping right next to her head and echoing loudly. Enough to keep her from falling into a deeper sleep and partially sensing the waking world.
It was enough that her muscles began to slacken anyway, the chair moving further back onto the floor, stretching her torso out. The telltale signs of an imminent fall were missing. The table, being bolted to the floor, did not lean with her body. The chair was firm against the ground still. All four legs still connected despite the movement. Finally, when her elbows were nearly off the table the front end of the chair tilted forward.
Her body slid. Her only partially opened to see the table above her and in a heartbeat her head hit the floor. She didn't cry out, instead rolling onto her side with a small whimper.

Her head ached, though it was mild. Embarrassment was the more aching feeling. Her cheeks flushed red, only to notice she was alone. She hadn't bothered watching the woman or where she went, assuming she would be close by.
Still, the entrance was still shut. A quick glance out one of the view ports told that neither the four armed woman or her temporary guest were outside.
She hesitated to think immediately of the showers. The only solution her mind came to when that popped up was not appropriate. She knew nothing about this species, and they were humanoid in shape so it was entirely possible she could have followed him for a little something else.
It just didn't seem likely. With her butt still in the air, she inch-wormed forward until she was flat again. Groggy was not her first excuse. This was lazy. The floor could even be considered comfortable this way, but she'd have to move. Otherwise she would be left explaining why she was laying here, and the table was now tipped on its side.
Unless she'd tried to use it as a bed, nothing was going to sound right. She'd be caught being stupid.
This is still pretty stupid. You haven't gotten off the floor and you are still contemplating sleeping here.

Kaiya rolled onto her back and sighed heavily. She might as well use this time to get one or two things done. No one seemed to hear the clatter, and no one was alarmed. It was fair, the fall had been small and she was hoping not to draw attention. They might be...bonding.
No. They were probably just in separate areas, or the man might have needed some bandages after all. Kaiya stood, righting the table and sliding it back to the middle of the floor. She put one boot on the chair leg, pressing and tilting it back towards her. No scuffs, it seemed. The last thing she needed was more damage to her brothers ship. All these little bumps and scrapes added up to long term wear. The poor thing would be old before its time and all of the furniture tossed out. She had to take care, and not be so clumsy.
This felt like it was impossible. She momentarily checked the laces off her boots to make sure she was on firm ground this time.

It was only then that she noticed she'd left the water in the sink, still standing. It had only been a few minutes, ten to fifteen at the most that she'd taken off. It wasn't too big a deal. When she went to drain it, she noticed something odd. During her mopping the water had run cool. She was sure of it, she'd wrung out the mop and just got cold water. Now she could see steam rising steadily off the surface. She lightly dipped her finger in, surprised at the heat. Had someone run the water? She slid her fingers under the tap, but the dripping liquid was still cool.
Only the four armed woman had been standing by it before, and Kaiya knew she hadn't turned the hot tap on again. Brows furrowed, she stepped away after pulling the chain and letting the water drain out.

With confidence, she strolled back into the cockpit. She made the daily scroll through her brothers updates. Always she was looking for survivors from Namek. Their small group ad been scattered and crushed easily. Each time she hoped for a different outcome, but Ashley's name didn't appear. Slowly, she was forced to assume the worst. The young woman she'd known so briefly was yet another opportunity removed. Her shoulders slumped. She wasn't in the mood for digging further, two weeks was enough time for this to be a truth.
If she'd spent a little more effort, she might have realized that the only description fitting was that of Kasumi, but the attention span of a child has limits. Especially when one is grieving. She slid into the pilots chair, pulling her knees up to her chest.
She'd have to find her friends but not yet. She needed a minute.

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Vlad was conflicted he had just poured his heart out to a complete stranger in hopes she would show more of her true nature under the facade like he had but she seemed to be fully content with remaining a seemingly simple minded creature as she patted his face what was she doing? Was she trying to consul him in his moment of painful and sorrow building memories while still maintaining a primitive illusion by doing so with touching and closeness or was she just trying to get a feel of his synthetic skin?

Vlads features acted much as to be suspected of skin when she hit for a few moments a red hand print would appear for a few seconds and his flesh was only slightly cooler then a normal healthy human. His flesh folded when it was played with as did his mouth if it was pressed together like a fish. It was hard to see externally that he was a machine and the transformation granted even more lifelike status to his skin all but at the chest at the breast where a plate division seemed to be as a seam stretched across it not all that visible one could write it off as an oddly placed and strangely precise scar.


Vlad layed his then glove free right hand on her cheek in response and smiled in a radiant warm way “Thank you for listening despite my uncertainty of how much of it you are capable of understanding. I have come to peace with what I am some time ago and my presence of self despite being a machine I remind myself of the ghost in the machine tales and the simple philosophy of self that any mind despite its composition I think therefore I am.” Vlad said

Vlad decided to show the duality of his existence deactivating the synthetic flesh on his other hand causing the flesh to retreat into the arm and exposing the plating of his hand like a manikin his external plating under his flesh a special metal tat was very malleable yet very strong and resistant to damage outside of ki damage a blade without ki in it would never breach his metal and if the wielder was really weak his skin uncharged would be sufficient to block it without a cut.

Vlad layed the other hand on her other cheek it was cold but even as he moved the fingers it was gentle as the skin coated hand.

Vlad smiled friendly and then focused his energy at his feet so that he disintegrated the mess in the shower showing expert control the rocks were gone but the shower was undamaged.

Vlad smiled “You are very intriguing I would like to get to know you and your friend a bit more.”

Vlad's built in communications device was receiving a friendly transmission from his ship AI friend Gamma “Are you reading me Vlad? This new ship is amazing but its so alien to me it has taken some time to ” the device rang out.

Vlad took his right hand and put it in his ear thus putting it off speaker function

“What is wrong Gamma?” Vlad said knowing his friend would not call unless it was important.

“The situation on earth has picked up in a major way conflict on a wide scale is inevitable and immanent.” His friend said.

Vlad bit his lip knowing the organic could not hear him now that the speaker function was disabled.

“We have to do something but what can I do?!” Vlad said in despair of fighting his own kind for organics who likely will demand his AI be submerged after this no matter the result.

“We will think of something just got to give it ti-”

The communication was severed as Vlad received a direct mind to mind message.

“Come to earth in three days or else these people will die” text appeared in his mind of a massive civilization hidden in the forest a beautiful blend of early civilization and nature by most standards.

“If you want to know who this is here is a hint.” Vlads mind flashed with the image of a mighty warrior with a rock spear with a hole poked in his head and a hole poked threw his throat severing the spine perfect clean cut of an expert blade wielder. Spiders MO incredible precision death was likely instantaneous and the shock and confusion frozen on his face hinted at he only lived long enough to feel an inexplicable sting. Spider was almost certainty the one sending these images.

“Three days to make a home coming or this population of 515 innocent natives is doomed to meet the same fate as this their greatest warrior. It will not be quick and it will not be clean and I will send you images of each and every one of their mutilated bodies when I am done.”

A video taken from a camera fallowed and it first showed the decapitated vision of a safari survival looking guy “Survival is never a certainty” Spiders voice said in his head.

The camera began to shake and a plump was heard shortly after then the camera went down to the object it was the severed head of the explorer. Seemed to be a helmet mounted or built in camera.

The camera turned to spiders silhouetted figure

“But against me it has proven a certainty of death to this point if I so wish it”

A cocktail stick was seen flying at the camera like an arrow and the line went dead.

Vlad bit his lip till it leaked fake blood and his look was panicked angered frustration.

“I am sorry but there are thing I must do back on Earth. It was a pleasure meeting you madam” Vlad said before taking all in one clothing coat having been reprogrammed into such for convenience of carrying

Vlad rushed out opening the door with a thought and seen the other organic deciding to rush to her side and if need be help her onto a chair.

“Sorry Kaiya I would like to get to know you more but there is a problem on Earth that I must see to trying to solve.” Vlad said his stress reaching so high his chest broke open at the seam exposing a metal plate that opened into many ventilation holes then Vlad bent back to prevent the gas from shooting in her face.

Vlad bent back upright no point keeping any secretes now “I am an android and the name I gave you was a fabricated one I go by the name Vlad normally but I did not know if I could trust you having seen the relationship of organics and inorganic deteriorate so far so fast. I truly am sorry for lying as well as I really do hope we can meet again and get to know each other better and perhaps become friends. Hate me if you must but I must go goodbye.”

Vlad willed his coat and cloths onto himself by programing the matter to break apart and reassemble onto him.

Vlad dashed out as quickly as his supped up body would allow and flew as fast as his hyper accelerated anti gravitational system would allow when he was out of the ship and he called his ship to him a few miles away.

Vlad entered his larger vessel with his allies and friends including the two telepathic beings he met in his adventures in the next dimension.

“Gamma no time to waste lets get to earth as quickly as possible” Vlad said

each member of his significantly larger party was prepared in mind and body for what was to come they all felt but Vlad was not so much he had little confidence in himself and no real goal outside of try and stop spider from sullying android reputation further by making it look like an uprising against humanity happened there as well from a different branch of androids thus heightening distrust for androids. Would he be capable? Alone ? No Vlad suspected no single warrior could match spider but he would try even if it was by himself to save the innocent who Spider sees as pawns in his own depraved game. His master Gill likely gave him free range as long as he did something that if it hit news would turn more against androids. The senseless slaughter of a village hidden in the wooded areas of the world in a sort of human hunt by a 2nd party of rebellious androids would do such and Spider would love the chance to flex his powers in genocide to goat Vlad into trying to stop him. Vlad may be heading into another frame up trap like the paladin but he did not care. If he could save lives he would speed into traps it was just his benevolent life valuing nature to preserve sentient life.

Meanwhile in the judge paladins quarters the man was facing a conflict, He hated androids but he was always reputed to be fair and Vlad had done good deeds even without being asked around his modest and tiny court. He had to let the android go and heck he even formed a sort of friendship with Vlad so much so that now he was conflicted to tell the other paladins of his secrets his dealings with a powerful weapons dealer who provided them a lot of high grade weapons and outfitted them with one way spying equipment functions. Gill was gathering much information from the shadows because of this judge. Information largely domestic as the weapons were to outfit militias in events of massive threats to the home world but still to allow that to his own people he would be expelled from the order that much was clear and likely his memory forever shamed but if he could alert the paladins to this great shadowy threat he would be doing a greater good wouldn’t he?

The judge turned on his radio to listen to classic orchestral Avalon music as he did before making decisions of great importance.

The man reclined on his chair and sighed “I should alert the others to my misdeeds the best of intents cant justify what force I sided with to do so”

The radio cut off and as if on q the mans privet room filled with a sound that was on the same wavelength of the paladin on levels he could not hear but the invisible threat did make itself known as the mans body began quaking losing all nerve control and he vomited violently his heart became erratic out of beat and his brain and skull were throbbing but his vocals busted silencing him permanently. All the people who could have helped him or even been around him at the time were occupied elsewhere so he was alone dying to this invisible threat. It did not last long as his strength failed him and his out of beat heart pumped its last beat and the small time judge died taking with him all the dirty little secretes he held.

When he had no life left in his body and was irreparably brain dead the music resumed and the mans corpse lay on the floor bleeding from every opening that could bleed the radio returned to his favorite station which he started it on and it played for days and would continue playing until the Avalon citizens he lived around found his body almost a week later fallen in his private study where his final breath was taken and the same music was left playing where he left it. No sign of forced entry nothing stolen moved or added could be seen lots of blood but no evident cause of death all signs pointed to murder in some form but none could point out what. They dissected the radio but nothing it was the same mass produced specs as any other of its kind not a thing altered or anything not even the mildest setting shift heck the volume never left its default 50.

Meanwhile back on earth at the time of the paladin court judge's final breath Spider smirked “Stupid fool should know when you make a deal with a criminal organization you become part of a family and there’s only one real way out of a family.”

Spider perched on his lookout over the large village. “he served his function to give Vlad a look at how favoritism is given to organics in the field of law so the only question was when would be a good time to kill him. Now that is done and its time to turn the cracks in Vlads will and convictions to help organics into cavernous canyons. Break his will and fill him with such cynicism that he becomes apathetic to them. Fighting only for whatever reasons he sees not the whims of a soft heart easily led astray by the thought of friendship and compassion. Apathy and hatred are forces of strength friendship loyalty and compassion only weaken and weaken the holder. It is better to hold apathy then optimism or pessimism but it is better to hold hatred then love in battle.”

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Cryo happily leans her cheek into the hand that was touching it, enjoying the motion of him bringing his hand against her face in return of her earlier one. Even though she was paying attention, she happily would pretend that the hand encompassed her whole world, essentially, for now. In the meanwhile of it, the talk made Cryo contemplate his purpose from his own point of view, rather than the master's. Isn't his programmed function to be alive, in itself? He did not really understand his purpose, and even had to discover his own identity. Not being tampered to have the conditions reset certainly insinuated that he's probably not an experiment and also not acting outside of his parameters. This was probably also why he did not understand, after all. No Facrin embedded their thoughts into their lessers' minds just because they got philosophical about their minds. This was much of the same idea.
Granted, he did, himself, say his own admittance of being at peace. However, it felt like it was set wrong. He is a person because he is a machine, in a way, not that he is a person despite being a machine: After all, Johnny is a machine of being a person.

When the flesh retreated to his metal infrastructure, Cryo sharply withdrew, clearly startled. She could never be prepared for this. It was one thing when a man spoke about being a piece of technology, and it was nodded to...but actually letting the senses acknowledges it was another matter. Cryo was unnerved, but curious, and willing to accept. The princess's hands came forward towards the hand, and if allowed, took them between all four of her own, and started to look upon it, a little happy, and very curious, about the nature of him being open about himself. The ainsou's ears twitched backwards at feeling the other hand against her cheek, leaning into it much like she did the first one. Cryo easily acknowledged what she was feeling, but honestly, he was nice enough to her that she didn't care. Cryo was curious on which aspect of her he found intriguing, her mind playing with the question to entertainment
Then a sudden noise and Cryo was startled again. The woman had withdrawn from him once more, but she lingered, and eventually while he responded to it, she relaxed. This conversation let Cryo discover one thing: What's more annoying than hearing half a conversation, was hearing none of a conversation. But, phone matters, fair enough. There were things that Cryo could find interesting, while he was busy.

He probably wouldn't want to be bothered, so Cryo took her time to something that was also important to her attention: What was this bowl, which she hid behind earlier, about?! It was so strange! It wasn't a chair, but it wasn't...not a chair, either. What absurd function was associated with this thing? Was it a form of disposal unit? Certainly, alien species were quite strange, and this was a trophy of proof. She wondered if she'd know more, if she reverse engineered it, but that would be bad manners to perform on this device, especially without knowing its function.
Cryo was prodding and closely studying the surface of this strange...thing, when Vlad had suddenly spoke to her. She quickly turned to him, reflexively saying "Kaiya?" after saying it so many times as the universal response. She saw him bolt out, and chased off after him to figure out if she could find out what it was about. He went to Kaiya, though, and she comes to a stop nearby. When he broke out of the skin again, the woman was startled for a third time, up to the fact that she suddenly fell onto her butt, with a wince. Clearly Johnny...no, Vlad, wasn't in the practice of holding secrets. Then again, it was a lot of the fact that he had unfortunate accidents, and didn't seem like he did it because he wanted to.

After the whole matter, Cryo turns her attention to Kaiya. The two had found him in...What must be a cockpit, she imagined. What he was doing, curled up, was beyond Cryo. Perhaps something happened to Kaito? The ainsou certainly hoped that the pioneer was alright. She was terrible company for the boy, after all, and if he was not outright killed, any slip up would have vowed veagnance unto her.
...With a small whimpery noise, Cryo reflected, wondering how her own family was doing...that is, what was left of them. The Facrins were once so proud, but now they were in uncertain times. This reflected to the state of the race overall, in both the status of before, and the status of after. Why would anyone ever want to destroy, destroy, destroy, as the saiyin had?

Forcefully, Cryo snaps her mind out of it, just barely managing to this time. Her mouth absentmindedly moved to cry out for attention, but she caught herself with her fear of the truth coming out being the cause of everything going wrong. With the effort produced, Cryo had successfully kept herself from giving out a single word, her sadness only communicated through her lowered ears. Suddenly, Vlad had dashed off to take care of his own matters, and Cryognosis started to attempt to follow him. However, because of her ill state, she still wasn’t able to keep up. It was a very sparse amount of steps before the ainsou had a pretty good idea that her ability to keep with the man was going to be nonexistent, at least in this current state. The rear hands grasped upon the doorways’ sides, her mind reflecting on the purpose of his leave. Was it related to the attack he had? No, probably not. This definitely had triggered from the call he received. It probably wasn’t because of unfinished business, unless if he was being called out over it, either.
With no answers to give, Cryo turns her attention back towards Kaiya. As prior said, he had been curled up when the pair had met her, and now, he hadn’t really had much time to absorb the sudden rush of information, or ask questions which may seem important to know. Between the two facts, Cryo couldn’t help but feel sorry for whatever must be going on in that boy’s mind. Cryo steps forward, feeling like she was the only one left to act for Kaiya, and , tries to wrap her arms around him for a solid, happy hug. Even if Cryo wasn’t happy, herself, she felt she was still able to spread it.
The boy certainly needed many of them, today, after all.

---(WC)---

Kaiya: (1101+1010+558+1344+1015+513+3582+1197+519=10,839)+(408+1309+0+982=2,699)
10839+2699=13,538
Cryo: (2045+1002+1138+1047+1129+1048+4199+1185+646=13,439)+(1043+1379+1036+1113=4,571)
13439+4571=18,010
Vlad: (1139+2068=3,207)+(566+800+1516+2230=5,112)
3207+5,112=8,319
WCT: (10839+13439+3207=27,485)+(2699+4571+5112=12,382)
27485+12382=39,867

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She heard a burst of commotion down the hall and cringed. Her first thought was a little inappropriate, of course. It could be entirely innocent, but the small noises themselves were possible calamity.
She was already aware that she had done a poor job of watching her brothers ship.
It hadn't been stolen or ripped to pieces but so far two strangers had been inside, flooded, shed, food lost and now the possibility of something dirty being done in his shower. The day was starting to turn. It was a mixture of rotted undercurrent but a bright green sheen on top.
Everything seemed so pretty and fun but death was behind the scenes. No matter the distraction, the smell was going to reach her sooner or later and give her an ugly slap in the face.
It was three gone now. Big Green, Tomoko, Ashley. She'd heard about the other woman too. The information was mixed, and so were her feelings.
Her first meeting had simply been frightening and a little frustrating. Her age and inexperience were displayed so clearly to her woman, and Kaiya hadn't even needed her outburst to cement it there.
She just knew.
The woman, Aria, had also been trusted with defending. That meant something about her was useful, maybe a kind spirit or an urge to protect. She'd have no chance to ask now.

The commotion that had previously been held in the ship's bathroom burst into the hall. Burst was quite literal, because as Kaiya swiveled the chair she saw a blur of movement. The distinct shape was lost and the speed was almost nerve wracking in closed quarters. She kept her knees bent, pressing her chin down and resting her head. Her mind was unable to keep up with the change, brow furrowed in frustration before the figure stopped in front of her. The woman, her friend, was shortly after him and her own speed was comforting. Kaiya could see the distinct shape of her body and that was more her speed.
The young man, Johnny, stood in front of her and he was speaking rapidly.

“Oh, no probl-” She began, her smile freezing on her face. What followed could have been the most comical case of flashing ever. He opened up. It was a seam on his chest.
Chest plate, she corrected. It was a clean gap, showing the metal plating beneath. Her eyes went ride and round. She had so many questions. He was so human, and with the rumors of uprising he had not struck out at two organics. He seemed bothered by letting them know, hearing the apology from his lips mere seconds later.
Was this how bad it had gotten? That something so wonderful had to hide in plain sight? She wanted to cry out and correct him. It wasn't just organic vs inorganic, it was organic vs organic. She had no time, just as his apology was out so was he. It was urgent, she understood.
But he was an android. She'd seen one up close, and the time was so short. In the absurdity of the situation, she had noticed from a side glance the ventilation. It almost urged her to make a fart joke, biting her lip back. How awful would that be, to share a secret and have it reacted to like that? But she couldn't think of anything else, for just a moment her mind was stuck on this horrid, immature, repeat switch.
She didn't want him to go, either. If they spent just a few minutes talking, she was sure he could be brought to see the amusement as well. It just wasn't possible with the war. Of all the death and destruction, this seemed like one more stack against her.
Selfish, of course. It was against everyone. Cryo had clearly been bonding with him, in what way she'd never ask. It didn't matter, because that was gone too.
Bitterly, she kept her teeth down against her lip. She was unable to stop the anger.
Everything had taken on a tone of urgency now and it looked like the rumored chaos on earth was more than solid. She turned the chair to watch him blur from site, her mouth hanging open.

Her heart beat slowed to normal after the small but exciting event. She turned her head in questioning to the woman, wishing they could bridge the gap already. It was alright to take it slow, but at this very moment questions were begging to be answered. What had transpired in the bathroom? Who was Vlad, really? Would the woman stay and continue learning to speak, if she could? Would it be possible to get a name out of her?
How was she going to contend with this rush of emotions?
Instead she felt the comforting embrace. She leaned into her hug, head resting on the woman's shoulder. The chair gave her plenty of height so she wouldn't just fall over.

“Today has been a little strange.” She murmured to herself, checking the console once again for Kaito's position.
Come home, she wished. [/i]Come back to ship. I can't handle this.[/i]
She didn't realize that she was handling it. Little by little she adjusted to the small stress and latched onto the positive. Already she had shuffled aside the chaotic early morning to help someone in need. She had not broken down at Ashley's near confirmed end, although it caused her no end of grief to lose three friends at once.
War made fast friends, and it took them away with the same brutal efficiency. She was beginning to accept that she would have to keep moving.
Not the conditions her friends were made to suffer, but that to undo them she'd need to find some silver lining to it all.

She pulled out of the hug with an exhausted sigh, turning to her new friend and smiling. She could at least do this. On the screen in front of her she would draw up an image of Kaito from his own database.
“Kaito.” She said, keeping her grin. She pointed at him. She wasn't expecting a repeat of his name, but her method was the same. If she could hear this word and see its association, Kaiya could get her own meaning across a little easier.


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Cryognosis notices the hand on her shoulder, and with a quick glance that noticeably added a turned head, she looks down upon the hand curiously. However, quickly enough determined, Cryo returns her attention to Kaiya in a casual motion. During the embrace, Cryo's mind reflected: She could use the hug of her mother, or at least another ainsou...Someone who'd tell her that everything was alright, and that she shouldn't be so concerned. Was it wrong to pretend to be wild? No, of course not. Was she ok, even when everyone died? She is strong, as a Facrin! Was she alone? No, her people are always with her, even if not physically. Was she doing the right and important things she needed? At the best pace possible.
A few tears ended up coming down her eyes, but she shifted the positions of her arms to pretend to just make the hug more comfortable against her, and using the motion to sneak off a spare arm so that she could wipe her face, before it could be noticed. It'd be ironic, that in attempting to comfort someone, she was the one comforted, but when it came down to it, she was still just an ainsou. Cryo wasn't some unstoppable force. She was mortal, just a little above the cut of the crop, compared to most.
It was why, of all times, Cryognosis needed to be amazing, now. However, she was not especially determined, and she hardly especially graceful either. She was smart and strong, and for the moment, that fell short of being useful at all.

Distracting herself, Cryo glances towards the console, wondering what Kaiya could have been intending. There weren't many functions to do with a space shuttle when you weren't trying to use it to fly. Did it have some type of tracking system that would have been useful in finding the other pioneer? --By this point, it was quite apparent to Cryo that it was extremely unlikely that there were any pioneers besides the two of them. Kaito was the one that Kaiya was talking about, and Kaito was the one that he seemed to be interactive with. There was the matter of the mystery door, but it was starting to feel less and less likely like someone actually currently inhabited it, whether as a temporarily guest or a permanent resident. In fact, perhaps it was Kaito's room itself.
Cryo wondered, as an extension, whether she would have a room as well, if she were to be able to stay. Admittedly, Cryo could linger in the kitchen or something of the like. Comfort is no object at this point, considering that the likelihood that spontaneous guests would probably not be supported. On the other hand, there may well be basic accommodations that automatically came with the room capacity for additional travelers, assuming that the capacity wasn't filled completely, yet.
She pauses, and wonders. Why would she need to worry about if she can stay? The question is if she would. Cryognosis's fate to being at Avalon was critical, whether or not the crash would have happened as it did. She needed to consider what she could do to come to the government. No, she didn't have any of the goods or offerings for the visit. She did not have her comrades or bodyguards. She did not have the coordinates to her own planet, eve.
...Perhaps, it was not possible for her to accomplish her mission, after all. It sank in, and Cryo felt her last attempt to grip into positivity start to disintegrate before her attention. A sense of darkness seemed to engulf the ship, just now, for Cryo, and she was ready to withdraw from Kaiya's presence---however, Kaiya herself withdrew, and Cryo was suddenly left confused. Looking to the boy, she wondered for a moment what the subject was. Suddenly, he was smiling. Cryo couldn't help but smile back, ears leaning backwards, faintly. Cryo just now had anchored emotionally to Kaiya. Kaiya was clearly stressed and overwhelmed, yet the little pioneer was taking care of a creature bigger than himself, and seeing to everything. His education had brought him to be an amazing inventor. Cryo had much she could learn from his years in life, if they were ever to talk again. No, at this point, they would certainly talk again. Kaiya was nothing but wonderful to Cryo, after all. She could not question that he was quite pure-hearted.

When Kaiya goes to the controls, the ainsou peeks over him towards what he was manipulating. She tried to follow the process, and it wasn't particularly too hard. Perhaps she would be able to use these strange controls as well. However, an image of someone was produced, and Cryo was caught in interest. Perhaps the android's capsule technology was specific to him? No matter, she was seeing the image of the other pioneer. Kaito...
He seemed different. His image seemed to be a stronger concept of masculinity in the subtle ways that ainsou men would be, yet he was rather foreign, too. The brother was certainly no less different from the ainsou than Kaiya was. However, even with that understood, it was true that between each other, the pioneer siblings seemed a little different, too. Did Kaito mature, more? He seemed different than Kaiya. His hair's length caught her eye, certainly, but even beyond that it seemed like he was different in body in ways that she couldn't quite pick out. The sufficiently unusual design of the species between the two pioneers was enough that Cryo felt like her sense of attention had suddenly bolted away from her head. It was frustrating, but she did have enough of an ability to observe his appearance, that she would be able to at least pick the two out from each other, or three, Vlad included. Vlad may have been another species, though. In hindsight, Vlad was much like Kaito in the subtle ways that Kaiya was not. It may have been a hint, but Cryo wasn't sure what it could be a hint of.

"Kaiya...Kaiaiaya.... ...Kah- yae." Cryo frowns, takes a deep breath, and then starts repeating the one sound that she was confirmed to know: "Kai, Kai, Kai, Kai, Kai." proceeding, she starts towards trying to say the second part, but she thwarted her own efforts, giving a cluster of inane noises to act as that second half. However, Cryo was either determined to repeat it until she succeeded, or determined to ram her head against a proverbial wall. She was more determined at this point: Cryo needed to keep focus or keep busy. At this point, her internal defenses had entirely collapsed the rest of her way, and she was certain she'd lapse into an intense depression if she didn't.
The very thought started to make the repeats start to sound more whining, as though she was about to cry, but the lady realizes it, and renews her tone with a fresh happiness. To force the idea of the emotion she gives a small smile to Kaiya as she keeps trying, before looking back to the screen. "Kait-aa!" Cryo smiles, happily, and then points to the pioneer, much the same style of pointing as she had done roughly at first when she boarded the ship: "Kaiya!" Cryo brings the finger back to the image "Kaitaa!"

Cryo pauses "Kaita?" with a sigh, she starts practicing again, to get that -o sound down. Come to think of it, pretending to develop the ability to speak trade language was very good practice in actually speaking the trade language clearly. After all, she was sorting out just what was different about her own language in her mind, in terms of sounds. Sure, knowing and doing are entirely different, even if doing turns into following the motions of saying, but it made it much easier on the lady.

---(WC)---

Kaiya: (1101+1010+558+1344+1015+513+3582+1197+519=10,839)+(408+1309+0+982+1056*=3,755)
10839+3755=14,594
Cryo: (2045+1002+1138+1047+1129+1048+4199+1185+646=13,439)+(1043+1379+1036+1113+1317=5,888)
13439+5888=19,327
Vlad: (1139+2068=3,207)+(566+800+1516+2230=5,112)
3207+5,112=8,319
WCT: (10839+13439+3207=27,485)+(3755+5888+5112=14,755)
27485+14755=42,240

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She left the image on screen and relaxed at the console. The ship wasn't nearly as difficult as she had previously thought. It tempted her to scan through the rest. She could see backlogs dating months, and she had to wonder what it held. He wasn't the type to hold something like a video diary but it was clear he at least held onto information about those who were on board.
She suspected he was meticulous about it. It wasn't that he was distrusting, but even as a boy he was always planning ahead. He had solutions for problems she couldn't imagine. She tried to follow his line of thought but it left this plane and crossed into another. Only now was she beginning to understand the state of him. He hadn't been so extreme in the past, but things had changed. She died, and she couldn't imagine how that affected them. Something about her first appearance back on Namek gave her a hint. She remembered the feverish look on his face. His eyes had been manic, darting back and forth and glazed for just a moment. What thoughts had crossed his mind, then? She thought she'd seen a moment of it with Tomoko.
For a moment she thought she could almost touch it, too. Whatever those rifts were. It was quickly realized that what she touched was something different. This was a connection that those two alone shared. Kaiya had blindly grasped something different. That first day on Avalon she'd felt a struggling, fluttering energy in her grasp. It might be a separation of the afterlife she had already experienced, because what she had encountered was long gone. It was simply the mischievous leavings, wanting to feel the chaos of life again. It could even be that it was bitter, and sought to torment the living with reminders of its existing.
Although she would be loathe to admit it, she could relate. When her brother spoke so easily to Tomoko, she'd wanted to push between them. She was here now. They could fill her in. Life was supposed to hurt, she could learn to hear it.

She felt trapped as it was. She was shy, but she longed to be loud. When insulted, she wanted to shout. She wanted to fight and march in the military lines with a steely gaze and have some burden placed on her shoulders. But she never acted on what she wanted. She let it to controlled outbursts until, like now, she felt like she was failing.
She was about to stand and stretch off these oppressive feelings when the woman started to form words again.
Kaiya turned in the chair a little to watch her, her eyes lit up. She was repeating the sounds of Kaiya's name at first, that much was was clear.
“Kaito.” She repeated his name slowly, taking care to enunciate every syllable. She wanted to help, of course. Even with the language barrier she could see the frown of frustration on her face, and noticed the fidgeting movements of further irritation.
The sounds must be so alien, then. She wondered what her natural language sounded like. So far she hadn't even gotten a hint. It was guttural, animal like sounds that she'd heard before trying to speak. Not even a chirp.
Still, she found herself benefiting from the frustration. She had something else to focus on now, and so did the woman. Together in the control room they would be repeating the same sounds back and forth to each other. She wasn't trying to mock, only help her sound it out and watch the shape of her lips to demonstrate. It was an eye opener to the difficulties of learning a new language. She was realizing that her earlier hopes were correct. It wasn't just being able to mimic words, she would have to learn to associate every new one with an object or meaning.
Her own schooling, after all, had been based on repetition and association. Perhaps if Kaito still had some of her books or materials from childhood she would have something to share, something that might make it easier.

She doubted they would be on the ship. A better chance that if any were left, they would be stored at home. She could check the spare rooms here, but she suspected that because there were so many it would be entirely worthless. Besides, it appeared that the woman was going to take a breather. Instead of bothering with Kaito's name, her next effort should be getting a name out of her. Something to refer to her as.

“Maybe you'd like to sit down now, instead.” She muttered, smiling softly. She pushed out of the captain's chair. She moved down the hallway, further into the large ship. She was reminded that it wasn't just this first hallway, she could have put a house in here. Row upon row of empty rooms were presented to her. Kaito had foregone a crew so far. There was no one to run it officially, so it must have just been him and Tomoko for the longest time. That was what she assumed, leaving all of these for occupation.
She opened one of the doors to reveal a rather plain room. It had a corner bed, metal desk built into the wall and cabinets and shelves with nothing on them. She'd take a short glance at the woman to see if the furniture or shapes were familiar to her. She could possibly understand the intent just by being shown the room itself.
She was offering her a place here, that was plain, right? She stepped into the room, lightly touching the corner of the bed. She then leaned her head to the side, against one of her arms and shut her eyes. She was mimicking sleep, pointing to the bed again after.
“Bed. Sleep?” Too many words. She needed to take it slow. There was no point in rushing. She spread her arms out instead, hoping the gesture for “all” was similar.

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She had to be busy, no matter what. Never stray from at least doing something. It was a solid fear that clutched into the back of her mind. She didn't want to be idle, and she didn't want to be alone. Either of them, she'd desperately grasp onto if she could. Anything, to last her to the time to get some more progress, or at least see more of her kind, was everything to Cryognosis, now. However, she didn't expect this status to last. Everyone needed private time and things, and just fundamentally the idea of going to sleep required idleness, and usually isolation. Then again, who said she needed to sleep?! It was not deadly to lose in the short term, certainly! She'd fall short, maybe crack in the mind a bit, but it was an evasion! She could do this!
Her thoughts were snapped out of when she heard Kaiya start to repeat. For a moment, Cryo was dazed, but then she quickly caught the jist, and smiling, repeats after him. She repeated the pace, to make sure that Kaiya would understand where Cryo faltered, or not, in the words. It was pretty exciting, uplifting, and fun, and Cryo felt better with a sound partner. Cryo couldn't help but wonder, if the names of the pioneers were ever translated into her native language, how would it sound? Would it have the same tones as the untranslated versions? After all, translation wasn't entirely one-for-one, especially when the basic sounds weren't even the same thing.

Happily enough, as she tried to mimic Kaiya's way of saying it, seeing if she could get the accent eliminated out of her own voice. It was tough, though, and she wasn't getting it. Rather, she was mostly just 'getting' the basic way of saying the name as any ainsou would. No less, Kaiya was getting a pretty good idea of how this language thing was designed to work, by nature. Cryo had plenty of intellect to spare, and even if she was truly feral, the way of teaching her was truly one of the better ways. The mind certainly seemed to be able to comprehend how it was supposed to formulate things it hears, to an end, after all.
Fortunately she wasn't being belittled for it. Kaiya was a natural teacher, it felt. If she was put off or considered incompetent for her inabilities, she would never actually be 'learning' anything, until she would have revealed she knew everything all along. Likewise, babying her with 'soft talk' of smooth-voiced noises would do nothing to help her. Of course, to say so is metaphorical, considering that the whole trade language itself was just a bunch of garbled baby talk in such a way. Idly, Cryo wonders, what does baby talk sound like in a language that is built upon baby talk noises?

Cryo reins her mind into a sane degree of relevance, swapping into saying 'Kaiya' quietly, over and over, when it seemed like they were moving on from the idea of Kaito's name. Cryo heard the mutter rather well, especially given the range. Her ears weren't to hang off decorations from, after all! Well, they weren't especially bad for that idea, but piercings were too painful for Cryo to ever think it was a smart idea. The boy had started to move away, and Cryo was expecting to see him motion her to the chair...only to see him move on from the room itself. Taking the opportunity, Cryo took a few steps around the cockpit, towards the instruments and sweeping her eyes across the various controls and readouts, before she headed out. She had to act quickly, so she wasn’t able to commit everything to memory. However, Cryo took in a pretty respectable amount of visual information, she felt. Too bad that it was so incomprehensible, that a lot of it faded from conscious understanding.
Trying to commit to her attention what she saw, Cryo follows with distraction in her mind, of trying to make out what she could understand of what she saw. Perhaps a lot of it was context, because much of it was rather unintuitive and foreign to Cryo's understanding. Considering that it was built for two-arm beings, the distribution of interface was also very strange to her, even feeling improvised and unprofessional. However, critiquing something this alien was rather foolish and ineffectual.

Instead, they come upon a door. Those were still strange, the lady concluded to herself. Cryo looks across the room, taking it in, and as she was watched, Cryo took a few steps inward, rather oblivious that she was being paid attention to. What was this room, exactly? It seemed to hold a sort of 'default' feel to it, with a lack of content that wasn't outright furniture. Was she being offered a rental room? How would she pay back this kindness? Was this a display? Cryo wanted to understand what Kaiya meant, but she was deprived of even the 'talk because I am addicted to it' behavior Kaiya had first exhibited. No, that makes sense, because now Cryo was very much part of Kaiya's world, and she had better subjects for her attention than her own voice.
The question now, is anything she wanted to do. Containers were the big subject, though, and she wanted to explore the things contained within them. She was curious of it, after all.
However, it becomes very blatantly obvious that the ainsou doesn't know what she's doing, when she tries to 'open' a cabinet by pulling against its top, and then trying to pull down on the handle to one of the sections, as if it'd swing open. She poked, prodded, and grabbed at the piece of room decor, honestly trying to figure it out. However, at one point, she absentmindedly pulls on it properly, and with a "RIGAH?!" sounding roar-like noise, sends herself to the ground by pulling out the cabinet all the way, and sending herself to the ground with the arm awkwardly stuck upwards. ...This one was going down in the records, as a strike against pride. Sheepishly, the woman pulls herself up--and bangs her head against the cabinet, almost bringing herself down for the count. No wonder the pioneers were pioneering! Their homeland's own furniture are out for their blood!

Cryo gives a glare to the cabinet, and carefully dodges around the hazard, before closing it and watching it warily. During the wary watch, she starts towards exploring the other pieces; the shelves, desk, and finally, the bed. Cryo looks to the touched bed. It looked reasonably enough like beds as she understood it. When Cryognosis observed the whole mimicry of sleep, Cryo tilted her head, ears drawn backwards-upwards. His verbal indication, however, was duplicated. Very crudely, Cryo replies what barely, if even halfway at all, came from the words "Bed-sleep...?. However, she starts to repeat them, clarifying that she said that pair of words as though they were a compound word. The boy made it seem like he was teaching a new word and Cryo was more than willing to take and run with it, to keep in character.
Meanwhile, physically, Cryo climbs onto sitting on the bed, and pauses in saying anything, to make herself comfortable and sit down. Her primary arms pulled forward and brought their hands to meet into the pillow, while she let her hind-left arm lay along behind the back, upon the fabric, while the hind-right arm lazily made itself comfortable along her side. The legs folded against each other, pulled up somewhat. Cryo's torso stretched out straight, making itself comfortable, and Cryo tilted her head backwards so that the horn acted as a type of stand to leave it diagonally brought upwards from the ground, or more proper to this case, pillow. The ears were left downwards, to run along the sides of her face and of from along the neck, so that stray noises would not so easily disturb her. She didn't entirely lose her hearing out of it, just a lot of the exceptional sensitivity the design gave her. Such was essentially an ainsou's typical resting state.
Some ainsou prop their torsos up against the rear arms, and prop their primary arms somewhat onto under their rear arms. Some ainsou sleep on their stomach, and she would never work out how that was supposed to be comfortable. Cryo, though? She loved sleeping on her side, and it often was the right side that she laid against, but this time, it was a completely random facing, based on how she laid into the bed from where she earlier stood, and the side she needed to lay on to face Kaiya in the process of laying as she did.
Cryo worked a bit to make herself comfortable on the strange bed materials, but she was able to cope with it. After a moment of lying down, though, Cryo pulls herself to sitting up on the bed in much the same style of sitting, as to be as if she was sitting on the floor. In the process of it, she pulled the pillow out of under her head, and onto her butt, aiming to make extra comfort for herself. With this, Cryo starts to continue the words offered to her: Bed-sleep. The ainsou lady gave a look of curiosity in her face, wanting to attain the boy's approval, even if in the back of her mind, she understood that it would take everyone in his power to not hide his face in his hind-arm's palms. Admittedly, that was easier for someone such as him, given that he was a diarmed being, but they probably had an equivalent to face-palms anyway.

Besides that, Cryo wasn't entirely going to argue against sleeping. Even if she didn't feel sick, it has been a long day in which many things happened, and she wouldn't feel entirely out of place to feel like taking a nap. She wasn't sure that she could have a full session of sleep. Cryo had rested herself pretty well, after all, before she had taken the journey that brought her to the ship. Granted, she did so numerous hours ago. making the idea of taking that nap, or perhaps even a sleep at this point of reflecting, a more viable one.
Then again, what about Kaito? Was she not going to meet Kaito, yet? Perhaps it'd be easier if she wasn't present in the explanations, but it seemed like it would have been easier with Kaiya. Given how much she appreciated and already befriended Kaiya, it was truly more appropriate, by all fronts, to let her have the one-on-one to meeting Kaito, before a formal interaction, even if she'd be excited to meet him much the same way she had met the other two.
For that matter, did being invited to the room truly meant she could stay after all? What would she do, on the ship, though? Was she safe, in that she could have what she needed to eat, and the space to be who she was? Was everything going to be well? She knew what she could do, if she were to meet the other ainsou: Return to them. On the other hand, as far as Avalon was concerned, Cryo was readily going to abandon this one. If there was anything, she might sneak out of the ship at late night, salvage what she could, and ensure mutual destruction of the remnants by anyone else.

Even though the ship had been pretty thoroughly ruined, there probably was room to be even more thorough. After all, the ainsou were familiar with how they reverse engineered the saiyan's incoming ship, and they were not about to have the 'joys' of that happening to their own presented variations of the reproduced technology, with people they didn't even know. ...Hopefully valuables were not already lost to Cryo's ignorant abandoning, and she had guilty pings on this. The dark thoughts did not return to Cryo's mind, though: She had so much that she was thinking about, that she was too distracted to collapse into her depression again, at this point. Maybe, at that, Cryognosis could go another round for seeing if there was enough salvageable that she could take for herself. However, that would raise suspicion…so perhaps she should make the first visit official? That was a complex question she didn’t think to ask herself. Perhaps she could, in relaxation time, figure out the answer to this question. She certainly had the understanding of how to come in and out of the ship, after all. Hopefully that wouldn’t make Kaiya paranoid of her.

---(WC)---

Kaiya: (1101+1010+558+1344+1015+513+3582+1197+519=10,839)+(408+1309+0+982+1056+1013=4,768)
10839+4768=15,607
Cryo: (2045+1002+1138+1047+1129+1048+4199+1185+646=13,439)+(1043+1379+1036+1113+1317+2112=8,000)
13439+8000=21,439
Vlad: (1139+2068=3,207)+(566+800+1516+2230=5,112)
3207+5,112=8,319
WCT: (10839+13439+3207=27,485)+(4768+8000+5112=17,880)
27485+17880=45,365

So about that max EXP... XD!
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Another small relief. The woman had expressed curiosity in that adorable tilted head at first. She'd become nervous that this bed wasn't suited to her species. What if they slept standing up? But she was wrong. Instead the woman had crawled into the bed and made herself comfortable. It was quite a fascinating view to her. The sleeping position wasn't incredibly different but care had to be taken for the extra limbs and horns.
Briefly, she wondered if there was a natural inclination towards sleeping position. Beings could be so varied. She preferred to sleep on her stomach or facing the wall, she couldn't get comfortable any other way. She would back out slowly, wanting to let her get used to her room. She could still hear her murmuring the practice words, not sure if she was still actually mouthing the words or Kaiya had just been hearing it so frequently. Hopefully this would also help the woman feel better after the inadvertent poisoning earlier.
She'd walk back to the kitchen, intent on putting a few things out. She set some bananas on the table, knowing at least there would be something. The cookies would be placed out of risk zone. She highly doubted the woman would try for round number two after the taste alone, but Kaiya may forget.
She wondered what else they could safely try on the woman. Meat hadn't been tried. She didn't see the peanut butter and jelly, though sweet foods were now in question. She'd let the excitement of the evening die down before attempting anything else.
That didn't extend to herself, of course. She grabbed herself a cold glass of milk. She momentarily checked one of the windows. Squinting her eyes, she stared into the distance. If night came and he wasn't back, should she panic? It seemed like going to the city might take a bit. Perhaps she shouldn't expect him back right away, but learn to relax.

“Alright, Kaito. I'll be in charge, still. But you better get back soon. I don't know how much longer I can go without a little advice.” She murmured to herself again. She was clearly developing this as a habit. She'd have to work on stopping it.
Finally, she retreated to her room. Though her time was short she had slowly been collecting furniture and decoration for it. She didn't have much, and her main pride was the bed itself.
It hung from the ceiling. She'd welded the metal framed single bed up herself. Four chains, colored grey/blue were used to support it. They were attached one on each side, one at the foot board and one at the headboard.
After Kaiya had finished the first mount, she learned a valuable lesson. It needed to be stabilized at the corners, or it resulted in the sleeper sliding out sideways. Four more chains had been placed around the bed legs and then at the corners of both foot and headboards. Across the other side of the bed she had draped a dark sheet, and her top bunk was complete. When she slept, she could face this fake wall. The ship itself was a generally smooth ride, leaving her with little fear of turbulence.

Lighting was a little harder. She wanted soft blue, but she couldn't just change the light color without pulling all the panels off the ceiling lights. Instead she'd picked up a nifty little novelty light that had come from Earth. It was called a Lava Lamp. It consisted of colored blobs or objects that floated inside bubbling water with a light inside, and she was completely mesmerized by them.
She'd gotten two. One cast a blue light. Instead of the gel lava liquid, it contained small plastic fish and starfish. She'd already spent hours staring at it, watching the figures rise and fall in the fake aquarium before she would go to sleep each night.
The other was a more standard red color. Set close to each other, they made the most alluring soft purple. She never bothered with her ceiling lights anymore, preferring the dim atmosphere.
She didn't have many of her books left, so her shelves were stacked only three high. A total of 7 rested on her shelf, held up by the plush shell of a stuffed turtle. Despite the arguments of her brother, she'd hung beads just in front of the door hatch. This was apparently something of a “hippie” tactic, whatever that meant, but the sound made her happy. She'd gone just short of hanging wind chime, and her room did not yet smell of patchouli. It was simply the recycled air of the ship. If she ever had the opportunity, she would like citrus. She heard of candles that could fill the home room with its intoxicating, alerting scent.
Her desk was littered with parts. Soldering iron, circuit boards, small switches, glue, anything she could play with. She wasn't constantly inventing. That brilliance didn't lend itself to her. Careful study of structure and function gave her ideas instead. She learned how they came together and what she needed to make an object function. Right now, she was working on a functional hand. It was small, the hand itself about the size of her palm but she didn't have enough to work in large scale yet.
She didn't bother picking it back up for now, either. Instead she took the chain ladder up the short distance to her bed. It hung about 8 feet off the ground. She could draw it up further but she was afraid of being trapped against the ceiling.
It would feel more like a coffin, then. She collapsed flat on her belly, her head hitting the pillow as if weights were yanking her down. She blinked away the exhaustion that was slowly trying to build, her eyes burning momentarily. Her muscles twitched as she relaxed into her mattress, sighing with the release of tension. A mix of good and bad, a normal day. The end had been a little heavy, but the woman seemed to have that special ability to pull her out of it. Tomoko and her brother pushed her inward, purely out of defense to how they were. This one was different. There was an innate curiosity about her and a sort of kinship in silence. She wasn't talking to a wall, she was talking to someone who was trying to understand. When her thoughts ran too wild for herself, she could vent them in some way or make an activity. This was how it should work. This could be a real new friend, like those she had left behind.

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Really, If Kaiya ever had expressed her expectation that the ainsou had slept standing up, Cryognosis would have to have pointed out how that doesn’t seem like it worked. It's not that the species was innately unbalanced, but there was so much bulk that seemed instable and ready to topple, if not manually regulated with a conscious state. The fact that the legs tend to subconsciously bend lightly, in ainsou, did not help the mental image. Thus, as mentioned, the ainsou tend to sleep in such a way...to an end. You couldn't ask for uniformity over a broad species, after all, even if their limb arrangement causes some awkwardness and restrictions.
Either way, Cryognosis took to the resting position as a fairly natural action, even if Kaiya's presence was lingering in the room. Really, it was better this way. The boy was inclined to know everything he needed to know, to be able to understand the basic aspects of life as an ainsou, so that he could see to acting properly in one's presence. Cryo, in turn, is the only ainsou that he has even successfully established contact with. Of course, there were going to be natural limits to the concept, but it was not as though she was actually going to sleep at this point.

However, Kaiya started to leave, and Cryognosis contemplates whether she actually wanted to go to sleep at this time. If she was going to, now would be it. However, instead, the woman rises up from the bed entirely, stretching lightly. She would spend some more time out, for now, she decided. Ultimately, though, she'd only give some time out, before trying to run on her own errands behind Kaiya's back. The 'for now' on the matter though, was that the ainsou would stop a few steps into the kitchen after the ainsoid's entry, observing where she fetched food, and the patterns associated with it. Cryo debated about the bananas, but honestly, she could go for one or two more before she was completely satisfied. Thus, after Kaiya hsd finished the setting of the food, Cryo had approached the yellow food, warily eyeing the crunchy trickery of doom and despair. Would it always be these strange arced plants? She honestly preferred to expand out on the variety, some, but it wasn't a very practical demand to make.
As the inventor contemplated something that was through the window, the quadarm herself finishes her fill of nourishment, and then takes his attention towards her direction...only to see that he had left after a muttering she had heard. Did he really have no confidence in himself? Cryo frowns, her ears drooping. If she hadn't eaten those oreos, then none of this inconfidence would have happened, surely. It was the only sore point of the whole adventure of a visit, after all

Cryo ultimately could not follow Kaiya. Sure, she might come across him. However, she would ultimately become very lost. She had not really understood the layout of the ship, yet, just the jist of the general size, and a few select rooms of importance. Everything felt overwhelming, and so the ainsou wasn't sure she wanted to actually try to learn in the first place, instead being content to work with what she knew until further notice. Further notice would be a few days, but that's a few days away from now. For now, Cryo takes a causal walk to retire back to her room, but immediately turns to the door after entering. There was an important goal, at the moment: Locking the door.
Cryo hadn't minded Kaiya at all, and even Vlad was a pretty good person, as far as she could tell. However. the veil had to be maintained. If Cryo was to do something unnatural, then she would completely break it essentially immediately. There's not really a question that such would be pretty bad. Thus, she had to lock it, just like when Vlad helped her make an intimate meeting between the bathroom door and her face. Her nose still felt a little sore, for that one.
Cryo would be happy if she was pretending, but honestly, she could not completely sort out the controls for the door. The panel seemed to be advanced, and quite capable of accommodating for any array of needs. However, the power against chaos itself lies within actually knowing what one was doing, and between jargon and inane controls, Cryognosis was far from any length of competence. Really, she only lay a few rungs above the worst possible scenario in the concept of operating a given form of controls.

However, with fumbling, ranged from narrow, simple inabilities to get the door to lock right, up to silly hijinks that would make any onlooker chuckle and hide their face in their palm, she does eventually learn the locking controls! Unfortunately, part of this discovery was Cryo's nose meeting the bathroom door's cousin. From where she ended up on the ground, as a result, Cryo wasn't too terribly bothered. Rather, it was a mere inconvenience to exchange for the significant gains of privacy.
With such established, the ainsou lay on the ground for only a little while longer, before she proceeded to go over all the things of her room once more. She wanted to understand what the room was, and what she could do with it. Leaning into an angle to observe the cabinet being opened and closed, she noted in the back of her mind that deciphering how the ainsoids took to constructing their technology turned into a priority as well.
Such fiddling was lived for only so long, unfortunately. Eventually she got a good understanding of how everything was assembled, and how they worked for that matter. If she had to pick between the two forms of technology, she had to admit that she may have been biased to decide that the ainsou technology patterns were much better. However, she still felt as much. For one, Cryo addresses the discomforts of her clothes. She needed to get ahold of 'real' clothes! How to do that was a good question, but no less, it was certainly possible! If it was possible, then it'd simply be inevitable, furthermore. Cryo felt confident in her ability to resolve it.

...However, she was still subjected to the inconveniences, for now. As such, she designated what she wore as a sense of filler, to hold her over between appropriate wear. The size would have to be addressed, at least, though. That probably was much worse than the fabric choice itself. Although Kaito may very well have something, she wasn't sure how she could even ask him, or if she would want to: Cryo had established a sense of trust with exactly one individual, and that was Kaiya. Vlad's presence was fleeting, so she had not established a good measure of it, but for what she could tell of him, Cryo honestly could trust him with an extent of effective trustworthiness, at least.
Kaito, though, was a different story. She had no real sense of idea of the man, just that he was the brother of Kaiya, and that he probably wouldn’t as readily accept Cryo as Kaiya had. Maybe he was a bigger brother, since Kaiya so freely relied on him for emotional strength and direction, but then again, that wasn’t necessarily something that a twin or younger brother couldn’t do, even if it was relatively unusual.
For now, whatever belongings she could salvage will have to be absent for now, undiscovered as even potentially being there. To be honest, however, she wasn't sure if she was going to linger, whether they would take off, or even if she'd like the ship in the first place, even if they had lingered. The matter was still felt largely incomplete, after all, especially without Kaito's presence. If she brought in her salvages, then it may call into question just how feral the woman actually was, which would have been highly undesirable. Perhaps something could be resolved, but Cryo’s mind drew back into the fact that it was muddled, and thus unproductive for a solution.

At this point, there wasn't anything to be done, and Cryo brings herself to the bed, pulling the pillow to where it was. The lady didn’t even realize she had done such, causing a slight surprise to the fact that she found herself laying down. No matter; she’d have to get rest and engage everything from a fresh mindset. It was all there was to do at this point. Speaking of such matters, she had felt like she wanted to shed again...but it was her overall body that felt loose, as best as she could put it. Cryo was naturally worried about it, especially since it was probably food poisoning, but...there was nothing she could think of to do about it. Admittedly, she didn't even want to do anything about it, wanting to get to that resting.
That felt like it was unquestionably the best option, right now. Without realizing it, the princess inevitably drifts to sleep, while trying to resolve things in her mind.

---(WC)---

Kaiya: (1101+1010+558+1344+1015+513+3582+1197+519=10,839)+(408+1309+0+982+1056+1013+1110=5,878)
10839+5878=16,717
Cryo: (2045+1002+1138+1047+1129+1048+4199+1185+646=13,439)+(1043+1379+1036+1113+1317+2112+1522=9,522)
13439+9522=22,961
Vlad: (1139+2068=3,207)+(566+800+1516+2230=5,112)
3207+5,112=8,319
WCT: (10839+13439+3207=27,485)+(5878+9522+5112=20,512)
27485+20,512=47,997

Final WC of Cryo: 22,961
Final noted WC from Kaiya: 1,110
Final noted WC from Vlad: 8,319
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Her toes curled inside of her boots, reminding herself that she was still constricted by her day clothes. Tiredly she twists on top of the mattress, rolling to her side. She picks at the laces idly, her eyes half opened. Her mind only half away. She pulls the strings across her right boot, undoing the ribbon. Deftly with her left she works it off of her ankle, pushing it across the bed and towards the edge. The clang as it hits the floor is satisfying. Stubbornly she starts to work left boot off with her other foot, not bother to undo the laces. Pushing until it chafes her ankle, she keeps working it until it slides off and cool air runs against her aching feet.
Wriggling, she works at her coat next. In the laziest way possible she keeps her face pressed into the pillow, bringing both arms up behind her back. Pinching with her fingers, she inches it off one arm and then the other.
She was dimly aware that this was probably using more energy than if she had just sat up, but every time she thinks of sitting up her body groans inwardly. Her aching legs cry out in protest and her mind becomes dizzying blank. She wants to stay down now, and it will be for her own good. Once her coat if off she flings it off overhand behind her back, watching it flutter to the ground.
The windows are covered. Regardless of the time the room is dark now. The floor is coated in deep shadow, and everything beneath her bed becomes an impenetrable sea. The two lava lamps have been been plugged by extension cords, leaving the switches at the foot board of her bed. She quickly turns off the red one, leaving the aquatic one to cast waving blue lines across the floor. The black seascape expanded to include the walls. It wasn't a change she noticed right away. Turning her head she tried to spot the exact moment but it wasn't a slow creep as her eyes adjusted to the darkness. It washed up like an unexpected tide. She caught a cool breeze from the ventilators in the ceiling, accepting those cool wisps of air like fingers brushing the hair from her face. It was a day like this she would have liked someone to be there with her. The space underneath her bed was too vast. A profound sense of longing reached her when she thought about the bed that could be there. A bunk bed set. She wanted someone she could lay awake with, staring at the ceiling as secrets were whispered back and forth. She even wanted to be scolded, and warned about separation. She just wanted that comfort of someone her own age.

It was why her project was so important. She held that so many objects could have a voice, or leftover energy. Not necessarily like a ghost, but something created in the making. The force of a hammer or machinery coming down on cooling steel could imbue it with something. Circuits that were meant to follow strict programming could develop. Today was proof of that. The android, Vlad, had hidden his identify. Self preservation, and fear of being judged or injured because of who he was, it was incredibly human. She was sure he wasn't merely an extension of a creator but something all its own, with intelligence developed based on experience. He could make decisions just like she could.
She did not assume, even with her discoveries, that she could make something so advanced. You couldn't engineer a friend. You could create something and offer yourself to it. If it only spoke to you because you were merely an extension of it, that wasn't real. She already feared that enough as it was. Her mother, beautiful and strong as she remembered, had loved Kaiya regardless both as an extension and a growing person. She wanted that with someone else. Maybe, if she actually did complete her little dream, she would never tell it who made it. She would simply let it decide that it was here, and what it wanted to do. She shut her eyes fully, feeling a wave of guilt. Was she only wanting it so it could be something obligated to her?
These weren't the type of things that should be crossing her mind. Her brother had never been entirely indifferent with her, she wasn't lacking in love. The age gap was a small problem but it hadn't created tension.
Why did she feel so lonely anyway? What was it that made her feel so isolated, needy, and thoughtful compared to her old self? She'd grabbed onto the strange woman like a lost child, let her follow like a duckling and relied on that short companionship. Now she waited anxiously to see if she would even stay.

She listened, too. She waited to hear the sound of a door, thinking that the woman would leave in the night. She almost thought she heard it, but she was already so groggy that every sound could be either real or the product of dreamland pushing through. She thought she heard footsteps, but they weren't heavy enough to be who she wanted.
She thought she heard laughter. Her body straightened, spine rigid and hair raising on the back of her neck. She was never sure. It didn't seem imagined, it echoed in the hall like sweet relief but there was madness behind it. How much of her was still in that room, or was she still dreaming? Was it bad that she ached to hear those steps in her room. Someone to pull the covers over her, and telling her it was a good day?
She had to do it herself now. Eyes still shut, she'd pry at the covers underneath her. Rolling from side to side until they were freed, she retreated into the comforting warmth.
Her brother kept the ship cooled. She wouldn't be surprised if he had the air running in the dead of winter, but it could be because his equipment ran hot. It was one thing she liked about the ship, though. She found it easier to warm up and get cozy. The blazing suns of Namek had been difficult to kick off. Those with higher stamina had clearly found it easier to train and battle in the heat, but she'd needed frequent rest in the shade. At least it had an ocean to cool her, something else she felt isolated from here.
The homesickness may be the reason for all this disconnect. The sudden change of scenery from Namek, to Damaskia, to the base and beyond. Never in one place long enough to feel settled, she would have to learn to make due on the ship like this. With the war, it didn't seem possible to simply camp and wait until a winner was declared.

Her eyes opened, the darkness rushing in with thoughts of war. That was still happening, it was still there. She wasn't sure how she felt about her side. Damaskia had been quick to invade. The peaceful nature of the takeover at Namek hadn't changed the way in which it was found open. She was starting to understand the ruthless words that Tomoko had given to her, in pledging her loyalty. She had effectively trapped herself into this now. She was going to take all of their love and insanity and wrongdoings and quietly try to right it behind the scenes. For every instance of chaos, she had decided to try and bring peace in the following. She could not atone for whatever they planned. She couldn't assume that everything they were going to do was unjustified, or evil. After all, Tomoko had not instigated that battle. She had rushed in to save a man fighting on her behalf after losing another. She couldn't be condemned in her actions.
There was just always that risk. Her brother was the same. He had so much zeni, and she wasn't sure of the source of half of it. His confidence, attitude and general neutral attitude had all the classic makings of a criminal. The way his ship operated with Tomoko's room as a small battle station was even more questionable. His possible link to crime would have to be her link as well. Guilty by association to the Kuroda's. Could she really distance herself entirely from them? No. She wasn't bent towards the darker path but the inclinations were there.
She shared with her brother the urge to fight. She didn't want arguments, she wanted combat. She didn't want animosity, she wanted to play. There was no need to be serious in a battle, it didn't always have to be to the death. That expenditure of energy, the exhaustion, the necessity of fast paced thought were all appealing traits to her. It was easy to get carried away with the hope that you found someone who could throw down and still grin after.
Maybe the woman would be one of those. Her curiosity might be something she could clash with. They both would need to know how to protect themselves, after all and this truth was evident.
An uprising on Earth. And it wasn't the Earthlings simply demanding a new government. If the reports were correct it was bots. She couldn't speak with these and gain insight into the world. They were deadly, and efficient. No exact figures were carried on rumor but the thought being destroyed utterly made her quake. If they wanted fair treatment, couldn't they have asked? What was the real cause of this? In the coming days she expected more but for now it was just another running concern on a list of so many.

Pulling the blanket over her head she tried to stop her mind from running. She shut her eyes again, squeezing them tight against any source of light. Blindly reaching down, her hand traveled across the top of the covers until she found the cord of the second lava lamp. Switching it off, she saw the faint blue disappear from in front of her eyelids. Now she was in true darkness. Her eyes would adjust, but if she was lucky there would be nothing to see. The silence may have been too much, it only made her thoughts louder. Gone was the comforting bubbling of the lamp and the light ting as plastic occasionally bumped the glass. She was too far to hear the water dripping into the sink down the hall. She could hear no steps, and the secondary programs of the ship made no noise. The generator was far from where she slept. No rustling from that room, at least. Maybe it, or she, was biding time until something moved closer.
Or she had dreamed it all. She was almost past caring. She just needed a little help now. She rolled back facing away from the fake sheet wall. Grasping, she found the glass of milk upon her shelf and took a quick swig. And then another. And then in stubborn determination she downed the rest of the glass. About half was left and went down in a mass of gulps. It left her gasping. Shoving the glass messily back onto the shelf, she placed an arm over her eyes. She hoped the pressure would relax her now. She wanted to dream and be gone from this world for right now. She wanted to truly relax and be little and have small, stupid thoughts. At night everything seemed more serious, unfortunately. It didn't matter if two suns blazed outside or the moon was just coming up, your mind new. It knew when to race and present every horrific possibility that you couldn't change. Thinking about it now, she realized he could be out there, injured. She wasn't sure if the fighting had reached Avalon in full but they were semi-notorious. Even in such a large galaxy, one being could identify them. That is all it would take on an enemy planet. Without him to fly the ship, she would be stranded. She could take off, but not navigate at a moments notice.

It would be easy to drift into space. It happened before. In disastrous early attempts engines had been lost, navigation killed or ships were simply struck by other objects and sent spinning into the abyss. They had a beautiful view to look at, but it didn't make it any easier to swallow. It was something she knew deep in her heart because she had experienced that helpless spiral herself. In her final moments seeing was the hardest, but her ears could pick up everything. She could almost swear she'd heard the wings of insects beating in the air. The sky outside was beautiful, but it was shaded. When she finally fell she was greeted with the entire galaxy's worth of stars. The line came later, but her own vision of death came first. She wasn't greeted by a robed vision or a terrifying skull. In fact, no one warned her of anything. She was just there, existing for no other reason than to be terrified and alone. One by one people started to appear. Some said that you could see your life flash before your eyes right before you die, and this was what she had expected. The faces of family and friends surrounding her from birth until that lonely moment inside. She recognized none of the people before her, however. They started to appear closer together, like dominoes that had been stacked into a messy S pattern. Just when she thought the last one had appeared, three more would pop into her field of vision.
When a man in ragged, wheel marked clothes appeared in front of her, she did scream. It was silly to admit to herself but she had thought he was a kind of zombie. His face was pale and drawn. It wasn't until later that she realized this was out of sheer boredom and frustration. In the line there wasn't much to do but wait. She'd started to count the tiles beneath her feet while she shuffled forward. Day and night didn't really seem to matter, and she wasn't hungry. That was the most uplifting, because she knew her family would be having a wonderful dinner that night. Frozen meals were just as good as their home cooked brethren if they were seasoned right. She still tired, and that was the biggest surprise. She didn't need sleep, but she wanted it. She might have dozed while awake a few times, even.

Stop thinking about it.

She didn't want to go down this train of thought. It always came, because no matter how temporary she still felt the pain and loss of death. Dwelling was the worst. It was nightmarish. It was too real to be a dream and it was easy to believe she might still be somewhere else. But still she was there. Before she knew it there was a desk. It seemed very official. Dark wood, the room was sterile but the colors soft and appealing. The man behind the desk was a giant. Her head was swimming and she wanted to step back from his infinite mass. She saw his lips move but didn't hear the words he said. Her mind reacted as if the news was good, and she followed through with a grateful smile. Then it was over. There was Heaven. The image was faint in her mind. She could recall the other beings that inhabited the space with her, but Heaven itself had blurred. Maybe on purpose, to keep those who came and went from sharing the secret.
It was beautiful, but it was lonely. No one there was recognizable to her, either. Not knowing if she was dead or alive, Kaiya could not find her mother.
Her father was an equal mystery, and she could wander the entire field and see neither of them.
She cried. Sadness was not banned here, or at least it wasn't enforced because she cried with tears she didn't have. Her soul mourned the loss of her parents. She'd never tried to see past her place, either. She wasn't sure if it was possible to reach past the sky and see into the other worlds. Perhaps she would have felt comforted knowing that she was missed. She would have been especially happy to know that her brother and sister didn't become ill because of her.

And when she came back, she felt like part of herself had been left there. She couldn't push her more childish inclinations forward to act on them. She was left with fear and anxiety and apprehension where there used to be none. She had been shy before, but now it was fear. She'd always loved machinery but now she felt somehow closer to the inanimate and lifeless than she did to those who pumped blood. The never ending drone of the ship became the most comforting heartbeat she could hear. She had been just like that, after all. The human heart could continue to pump while the brain went dark, and the brain could survive with minimal function as long as the heart still beat. She was learning all over again and her heart was going but something wasn't in it. Something wasn't willing to reach out. It was hiding that excitability she used to feel, maybe.
She couldn't pinpoint it either. It still existed inside her, maybe. It was silly to think she had left something physical or mental back in that place, she was whole after all. Nothing of the disease that had ravaged her was left either. She'd gotten a reset on her health, she should be jumping for joy and singing to the mountains.
She felt the warmth of sleep crawling over her body now. Starting at her toes it was spreading wonderful, floating relief to engulf her. The distressing thoughts were fading again and replaced by all the things she wanted to do tomorrow. She wanted to go see her brother, and introduce him to the woman. She'd be a shipmate, after all. She wanted to tell him about the android she met, and the sadness he made her feel. She wanted reassurance that someone like him would be okay. Her mind filled with different images now, drawing her deeply into a realm she appreciated deeply.

The parts on her desk took over her mind, instead of being a spread mess they took shape. The fingers of the not yet completed machine moved slowly. Each finger touched the tip of the metal palm and then stretched out again, enjoying that first sensation of perfectly calibrated movement made smooth by labor and love. It twisted at the jointed wrist, rolling a little and flexing again before giving a gentle wave. The scrap metal shaped itself around the hand, twisting to a small neck and a slightly rounder head. The smile was drawn on in sharpie, she hadn't thought of how to cut the real opening yet but it was happy. The torso was a little more square to support the round head, short legs. Everything unfolded in a snap like origami paper, presenting her with so many designs. The next started with just an eye, large and round and perfectly blue. Despite having no eyebrows there was a sense of innocence and hope there, reflecting back at her. The body was fat and oval. The sheet metal forming the legs began spindles, jointed in the middle. All 8 of them were capable of lowering the chassis down to the floor. A spider! Perfectly shaped, scurrying along the ship and capable of hiding in the smallest holes. He could spy, he could help her play pranks and he could easily be a frightening defender if equipped right.

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