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| − | + | "W-well you know how males are," Leu murmurs, leaning over to tweeze a piece of errant lint out of a joint. "Very protective. I I mean obviously he wouldn't feel the need to protect you you're very strong." She pauses, and then looks up, brow furrowed. "And well he's likely not returning, I I mean I haven't heard from anyone from the Minerva at all." | |
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| − | + | Vicky's brows knit. "You don't think it's likely?" Always trust Leu with the odds. "Yes, I know how males are," she adds quietly. "Well, some." She steps back, folding her arms. "I think we've done a decent job. Though he's no Limbic." | |
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| + | "W-well obviously not," Leu pipes, reasonably, "They are significantly distanced from humanoid and are c-completely unsuitable for er, diplomatic purposes. Although Miss-Reilly does think that they're cute." After running one last scan, as one always does, and reviewing the torrent of data that scrolls across her holo-specs, the little clone leans over and carefully presses the button that will transmit power to the unit. | ||
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| + | The Phyrrian on the table comes to life. First moving the extreme digits, then the limbs. The eyes open, the unit sits up. Its head turns to look first at Leucohyle, staring for a second, then at Vicky. It emits a long string of binary statements: diagnostic reports, boot-up procedures, the last is "language system initializing..." Then it speaks in Standard, "Unit DS-X initialized." | ||
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Revision as of 15:47, 7 February 2012
It's Alive!
"W-well you know how males are," Leu murmurs, leaning over to tweeze a piece of errant lint out of a joint. "Very protective. I I mean obviously he wouldn't feel the need to protect you you're very strong." She pauses, and then looks up, brow furrowed. "And well he's likely not returning, I I mean I haven't heard from anyone from the Minerva at all."
Vicky's brows knit. "You don't think it's likely?" Always trust Leu with the odds. "Yes, I know how males are," she adds quietly. "Well, some." She steps back, folding her arms. "I think we've done a decent job. Though he's no Limbic."
"W-well obviously not," Leu pipes, reasonably, "They are significantly distanced from humanoid and are c-completely unsuitable for er, diplomatic purposes. Although Miss-Reilly does think that they're cute." After running one last scan, as one always does, and reviewing the torrent of data that scrolls across her holo-specs, the little clone leans over and carefully presses the button that will transmit power to the unit.
The Phyrrian on the table comes to life. First moving the extreme digits, then the limbs. The eyes open, the unit sits up. Its head turns to look first at Leucohyle, staring for a second, then at Vicky. It emits a long string of binary statements: diagnostic reports, boot-up procedures, the last is "language system initializing..." Then it speaks in Standard, "Unit DS-X initialized."
[It%27s_Alive!|Read the whole log...]