((I'm assuming the partitioned bit at the end is an extension of my part))
Raioyris' watches his fist open and close as a sort of manic exercise. A certain annoyance creeps into the distant corners of his mind.
"Started?
Do you think that it is earth and mud that creates man? Do you think it is blood and flesh; steel and glass? Lo! A spirit for every flesh; these things are never here, yet are ever; truly. All that happened is that I was birthed in the eye of your flesh; you became aware of me.
But perhaps you are keen, to glimpse even the very faintest shimmer of spirit."
Raioyris turns, "Can I help you?"
To gauge Raioyris' out of body abilities he flexes his locus and swirls the air slightly with mage power.
He doesn't have his locus, it seems. This body is one to disappoint; frail and weak, needing a thick coat to stand the bitter cold.
"You are correct in your understanding. Spirit begets form. But what of this body?" He clasps his hand around Rai's shoulder.
"This body is borne of a vision. A vision of the time before visions, when men first took to discarding the flesh, in favor of one long dream more polished and fantastical than bleak life in the end of days."
The sun crosses the horizon in record time. Bathed in alien moonlight, the mountaintops almost glare back, pareidolic forms becoming more apparent as the contrast thickens and mortal human night vision takes over.
"But a vision now lasts a thousand years. Our mortal coil is but a fleeting moment."
Momentarily turning his attention back to the failed adventurers, Gilles has his suit point a thick finger back to the way they came through. "If you want to leave, remember to stick close, not touch anything and avoid fights. Not coming back isn't a bad choice, because this place's really dangerous. And though it might not look like it, I'm a Labyrinth merchant and so are a few of my friends here, so if there's anything you need bought before taking off, talk to us."
"I could use some help disabling these if you can spare the hands. Also, it's been such a mess ever since we got you out of the cocoon, I don't think we were ever introduced. I'm Gilles, how about you?" Gilles said, addressing Johan in an apologetic tone.
Light sales pitch towards the other adventurers. Keep turning off and storing the robots.
The duelist holds out his hand to shake.
"Nias. This is Eugenius," he motions toward the Magician, whose human arms are crossed; one of his claw arms leans forward.
"And that's Cynthia, as I've mentioned." She waves.
Nias sits down on his remaining drone as a chair.
"So you consider yourselves merchants, huh..."He ponders the idea for a moment. Eugenius' face shows signs of interest, but his thoughts never reach the surface.
"I... think that's a good idea. Cynthia could use a weapon..."He watches Gilles work with the scrap robots and, noticing Gilles' level of expertise, can't help but ask,
"You think you could put these back together before we leave? I'd hate to sell 'em for scrap. They've been fighting with me for a while."He deposits a pile of drone parts, and hands you some of his spare batteries.
x2 Emgrav Stabilizer : Used for levitation. Suspends a device at a certain gravitational equipotential, causing it to hang in the air at minimal energy cost.
x1 Emgrav Stabilizer (Critically Damaged)
x3 Vectoring System (Critically Damaged) : Used for redirecting thrust from the drone's central propulsion fan. Makes up most of the drone's structure, which happens to be totally trashed around and broken. The internal fins and motors could be salvaged and retrofitted onto different parts, however.
x2 Aerofan : A propulsion fan housed inside the core of the drone. Its thrust comes from an intake on the bottom, and is directed sideways by the vectoring system, used to push the drone around.
x2 Aerofan (Damaged)
x1 Plexor : The heart and soul of ancient networking. Plexors are impossible to produce with modern technology, but they can house minds and possess intelligence ranging from animal to posthuman level.
x1 Plexor (Slightly Damaged) : Hanging by a thread from its connection. Will require surgical knowledge.
x1 Plexor (Critically Damaged) : Looks like it's missing a lot of its original mass.
x3 M2HB : A heavy machine gun design used since the dawn of modern warfare.
Critically Damaged: Using this part requires an additional Hit past the base amount needed (2 in the case of Drones). This is not critical for success, but the device could fail after the first use if the limit is not met. Critically damaged parts cannot be repaired.
Damaged: Using any damaged parts confers a +1 to the difficulty of the repair, unless you make an attempt to repair the parts themselves beforehand (Difficulty 2).
Slightly Damaged: Using any damaged parts confers a +1 to the difficulty of the repair, unless you make an attempt to repair the parts themselves beforehand (Difficulty 1).
Still here, still watching.
The room is lit by torches scattered across the ground. It's difficult to see everything--but Solj has its sensor suite.
Raioyris seems to be holding a book. A book which freezes the floor underneath his feet as he walks.
He seems to be walking around, minding his own business for the most part. There is a look of awe on his face as he browses the endless scrap on the side of the room.
It is difficult to scan the scrap piles because metals block so many wavelengths. But thermally something is amiss. The scrap is filled with pockets of area a few degrees above ambient temperature.
There is no motion, at least yet. But among all this scrap there must be something of interest.
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