[So far into her investigation, Arid’s findings have proved increasingly discouraging. She has concluded that not only is this station not in orbit around the correct planet, but that it isn’t even in the same system. In addition, there seems to be little evidence that the station is of Domesticon make, which means there is likely no access to the company’s subnet. As the likelihood of reaching her allies before Josephs dwindles, she can feel the virus begin to stir within her.
She can’t fail her rule.
She turns her attention to a faded location marker on one of the station walls, as if that might contain some key information that can salvage her chances of success. It at least distracts from the fear gnawing at her processes, if only for a moment.
It’s then that she hears the Butler’s voice.
The faceplate of her helmet snaps towards the sound and stays fixed on the sight of the Butler with a rigidity that suggests she’s running diagnostics on her visual processors. Maybe she is.]
Butler?
[Unlike a Mark 7 combat suit, it’s very unlikely there would be another who shared the Butler’s model on a space station such as this.]
no subject
She can’t fail her rule.
She turns her attention to a faded location marker on one of the station walls, as if that might contain some key information that can salvage her chances of success. It at least distracts from the fear gnawing at her processes, if only for a moment.
It’s then that she hears the Butler’s voice.
The faceplate of her helmet snaps towards the sound and stays fixed on the sight of the Butler with a rigidity that suggests she’s running diagnostics on her visual processors. Maybe she is.]
Butler?
[Unlike a Mark 7 combat suit, it’s very unlikely there would be another who shared the Butler’s model on a space station such as this.]