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[retromach]

Mr. Shredder didn't find much. Most of the space here was set aside as storage, and most of that storage seemed to be empty. It's likely that whoever was living here used everything that they had up.

[Cynicalwhovian]

Stella will inspect the small robot for any control systems.

[Trissy-Tama]

[Redacted at request]

[retromach]

The robot beeped briefly in startled alarm at an unexpected contact. It's camera turned to the hand, and looked Sormias up and down. It's mechanical hand released the crate and moved to press hers aside before it resumed it's work.

Stella could not discern any buttons, switches, or levers. It looked like it had paneling accessible with a screwdriver, but it didn't seem like it would simply let her open it.

[Weirdsound]

Mr. Shredder can't help but chuckle a bit at the interaction between Sormias and the robot. "Hehehe... Alright. Once we are finished exploring this place, we should fetch a big old crate or cage from the ship, and come back to wrestle this guy into it! ...Other than that, there dosn't seem to be much of interest in this room. Shall we move on to check out the other door?"

[Trissy-Tama]

[Redacted at request]

[Weirdsound]

"I wouldn't commit to that until you find out how valuable it is! Could very well be out of your price range." Mr. Shredder remarks, before his eyes suddenly grow wide at the thought of money. "Oh! What if it is worth a ton? And we find a bunch more! That would be awesome!"

[Trissy-Tama]

[Redacted at request]

[Cynicalwhovian]

”It is well that there is not a slave trade.”

[retromach]

The robot's treads shifted and whirred. It took Sormias' arms, and carefully pulled them away, with surprising strength, before driving off a short distance to work elsewhere, out of her way, stacking crates back in position.

[Cynicalwhovian]

”It is the sign of a great civilisation that such things continue long after its destruction. This civilisation valued order, efficiency, and reliability.”

[Trissy-Tama]

[Redacted at request]

[TALLPANZER]

"I wonder what compels it to keep working?" Brother Jonathan watched the little construct drive away.

[Weirdsound]

The Hobgoblin shrugs. "If we can find one that Sormias dosn't want to keep, perhaps we can take it apart and find out."

Mr. Shredder turns to the door. "Well, I don't think there is anything else of note in this room! Shall we check out the other one?"

[Bill Chompski]

Staring at the small machine head off, Jundar breaks his silence, with a soft murmur directed at Jonathan. "Same thing that compels any construct or raised undead."