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[Vella]

He shrugs and would walk into the cave himself.

(Should've mentioned Trachea is following Pax right now)

Ossea

Aaand they, after a derp episode, indeed look around both dormitories for tinkerables.

 

[Knight of Seriousness]

He shrugs and would walk into the cave himself.

Paradox follows.

 

[Banana_=P]

Ossea

Aaand they, after a derp episode, indeed look around both dormitories for tinkerables.

Well…for one, there are the many beds to check in the left and right dormitories. Could be something on one of them. Or perhaps the drawers in the desks at the foot of each bed could be checked…or the edges of the right or left dormitory could be inspected.

"You don't sound good."

He shrugs and would walk into the cave himself.

Paradox follows.

Nothing really stops either of them.
...
Ok, was that white barrier over the hall to the altar always there?

 

[Mecha_]

"You don't sound good."

He shrugs and would walk into the cave himself.

*Zykaya follows, letting the bulkier friend take the lead.*

 

[Orchamut]

Seems it goes on for about...10 minutes. This guy's probably a wannabe cameraman of some sort?

She'd try to watch a different tape.

Nothing really stops either of them.
...
Ok, was that white barrier over the hall to the altar always there?

Ghurux likely wouldn't notice it and would just keep moving forwards.

 

[Vella]

Well…for one, there are the many beds to check in the left and right dormitories. Could be something on one of them. Or perhaps the drawers in the desks at the foot of each bed could be checked…or the edges of the right or left dormitory could be inspected.

Ossea

No drawer escapes being inspected for electronics and other parts by Ossea.

 

[Xal.]

Pax seems to have now constructed the skeleton of a small frame, but its still rather hard to tell just what he seems to be making. (3 posts left)

 

[Banana_=P]

Ossea

No drawer escapes being inspected for electronics and other parts by Ossea.

...Not much shows up to start. Bits of trash with old candy wrappings, a discarded old teddy bear..
...A simple screwdriver, a deck of cards, a pack of dominoes...
...
Oh. Huh. Is that a rifle?

She'd try to watch a different tape.

This tape runs much more smoothly in the VHS player. And..hm. It opens up to a simple, grey, box of a room. Stone walls, stone floor...but in the distance, the inside of a hallway from the bunker can be seen through a window. Seems like this may be a room in the underground facility...

A few voices speak up out of frame.
1: "So this is just a..."test recording"?"
The first voice sounds...ethereal. Or...strange. Hollow, perhaps? Or filled with something else...? Hard to even ascertain their gender.

2: "As a frame of reference for how things with us are, just starting out. Combat wise, anyway."
The second, feminine voice speaks with a more matter-of-fact tone, confident.

3: "You could use the combat practice anyway."
The third, vaguely masculine voice sounds more gentle.

Ghurux likely wouldn't notice it and would just keep moving forwards.

And he just.
Straight up bounces off it, getting slightly shocked in the process. More of a slight painless jolt than anything else, like hitting his arm on something.

 

[Vella]

Ossea

The avali looks at the rifle, and carefully stares at each part of it carefully. It may be too big for me... but let me hold it first. And then she carefully holds it, trying not to pull any triggers.

Trachea

The Changeling looks at the frame with curiosity, then back at her partner. "What magic doesss it employ?"

 

[Orchamut]

And he just.
Straight up bounces off it, getting slightly shocked in the process. More of a slight painless jolt than anything else, like hitting his arm on something.

Ghurux shakes himself and tries to get his bearings.
"OW. Who put this thing here?!"
Naturally, he would then wind up and try to punch the barrier.

This tape runs much more smoothly in the VHS player. And..hm. It opens up to a simple, grey, box of a room. Stone walls, stone floor...but in the distance, the inside of a hallway from the bunker can be seen through a window. Seems like this may be a room in the underground facility...

A few voices speak up out of frame.
1: "So this is just a..."test recording"?"
The first voice sounds...ethereal. Or...strange. Hollow, perhaps? Or filled with something else...? Hard to even ascertain their gender.

2: "As a frame of reference for how things with us are, just starting out. Combat wise, anyway."
The second, feminine voice speaks with a more matter-of-fact tone, confident.

3: "You could use the combat practice anyway."
The third, vaguely masculine voice sounds more gentle.

She keeps watching, wondering if this is a security tape.

 

[Xal.]

... Damn, that's a tiny robot. (2 posts left)

 

[Vella]

Trachea

The Changeling tilts her head curiously, wondering if she could bring the news about new type of 'magic' once she returns. She is assuming that eventually she does.

 

[Banana_=P]

She keeps watching, wondering if this is a security tape.

2: "Anyway...shall we begin?"
1: "After you."
2: "...alright."
The second voice's owner comes into view, a blond haired woman in some sort of armour. Seems like a prototype of the exosuit those troop corpses had on outside...grey, in colour, however.

Raising their left arm, they fire off a simple white shot. Seems identical in colour to that white laser she saw earlier on the camera feeds...

"...Just give me a shout if you have any questions."

Ossea

The avali looks at the rifle, and carefully stares at each part of it carefully. It may be too big for me... but let me hold it first. And then she carefully holds it, trying not to pull any triggers.

Looks...damaged. Like if they tried to fire it, it probably would just straight up not work...or possibly even explode if she tried.

... Damn, that's a tiny robot. (2 posts left)

Trachea

The Changeling looks at the frame with curiosity, then back at her partner. "What magic doesss it employ?"

As the two work, they would be able to hear Memura's voice speak in their head. It's briefly uncomfortable for a moment, but that moment of discomfort disappears quickly.
<<...Hm...it may depend on what one defines as "magic"...>>

Ghurux shakes himself and tries to get his bearings.
"OW. Who put this thing here?!"
Naturally, he would then wind up and try to punch the barrier.

And it seems about as effective as trying to break a brick wall with a stick. Fortunately, Ghurux probably wouldn't break his arm, but it sure does feel like he just hit something that was punching at his arm with the same force as he was punching with...

 

[Orchamut]

2: "Anyway...shall we begin?"
1: "After you."
2: "...alright."
The second voice's owner comes into view, a blond haired woman in some sort of black armour. Seems like a prototype of the exosuit those troop corpses had on outside...grey, in colour, however.

Raising their left arm, they fire off a simple white shot. Seems identical in colour to that white laser she saw earlier on the camera feeds...

"...Just give me a shout if you have any questions."

She continues to watch, wondering if it'd be worth trying to drag back one of the exosuits to see if there's anything salvageable.

And it seems about as effective as trying to break a brick wall with a stick. Fortunately, Ghurux probably wouldn't break his arm, but it sure does feel like he just hit something that was punching at his arm with the same force as he was punching with...

He'd grumble and turn away from the barrier, shaking his arm.
"Passage seems to be closed off. Any other way around?"

 

[Vella]

Trachea

Magic, as in something Ponies usually do. That We, the Hive do, as taking an image of other species. Trachea continues watching the 'tiny robot'. But more curious about the construct's source of magic. She's... unaware that it's actually a bioweapon or otherwise said, technology.

Ossea

The Avali begins tinkering with the rifle, first to see if it can be fixed, then if not possible, how many parts can she salvage out of it, perhaps to try and make a more avali-accessible weapon.

 

[Knight of Seriousness]

He'd grumble and turn away from the barrier, shaking his arm.
"Passage seems to be closed off. Any other way around?"

"Not that I know of."

 

[Xal.]

Trachea

The Changeling looks at the frame with curiosity, then back at her partner. "What magic doesss it employ?"

Pax continues to work, quickly welding several colors and materials worth of plates onto the little machine, then beginning to work on its head. (One post left)

“Oh.. my apologies. This technology does not make use of magic. It is a substance known as Coral, able to retain sentience and use machinery as your.. soul, or whatever you believe to be equivalent, makes use of your body. I am simply rebuilding a more durable and agile frame for my brother. His reckless tendencies seem to have caused his last form to be destroyed, not entirely out of the ordinary for him..”

As the two work, they would be able to hear Memura's voice speak in their head. It's briefly uncomfortable for a moment, but that moment of discomfort disappears quickly.
<<...Hm...it may depend on what one defines as "magic"...>>

“This is correct. To the untrained eye, I suppose any sufficient technology could appear of magical origin. The forces of gravity, the twirling orbits of the planets, without a basis for all of it, it does seem rather magically fictitious..”

With his brief banter done, Pax continues the finishing touches on the little machine.

 

[Im_ConfuzzledCobalt🥐🌳🐿]

Risbit suddenly remembers that they exist after a rather long time of doing nothing.
Oh yeah, I haven't been dead since 1986.
...Where am I again?
Meh.
Risbit shrugs, before aimlessly walking southeast.

 

[Vella]

“Oh.. my apologies. This technology does not make use of magic. It is a substance known as Coral, able to retain sentience and use machinery as your.. soul, or whatever you believe to be equivalent, makes use of your body. I am simply rebuilding a more durable and agile frame for my brother. His reckless tendencies seem to have caused his last form to be destroyed, not entirely out of the ordinary for him..”

Trachea

The Changeling solemnly nods. "Ssso..." They freeze for a moment, trying to compare it to anything they know about. Nope, nothing. "...I can't think of equalsss that are sssame as them. That's new then. If thiss usess 'Coral'... how advanced is it compared to steam?" At least she knows steam machines exist because ponies.

 

[Banana_=P]

Risbit suddenly remembers that they exist after a rather long time of doing nothing.
Oh yeah, I haven't been dead since 1986.
...Where am I again?
Meh.
Risbit shrugs, before aimlessly walking southeast.

...For one, he was previously following Ghurux or Zykaya, who by now have entered the cave to the north of the clearing, currently face to face with a weird white barrier walling off a path northwards. Now, he could just be here, or he could walk southeast...

He'd grumble and turn away from the barrier, shaking his arm.
"Passage seems to be closed off. Any other way around?"

"Not that I know of."

"...Talk to the cyborg and horse just outside the cave..."

Trachea

Magic, as in something Ponies usually do. That We, the Hive do, as taking an image of other species. Trachea continues watching the 'tiny robot'. But more curious about the construct's source of magic. She's... unaware that it's actually a bioweapon or otherwise said, technology.

<<Hm...>>
<<Hive...what is this Hive...if I may?>>

She continues to watch, wondering if it'd be worth trying to drag back one of the exosuits to see if there's anything salvageable.

Immediately, the laser is blocked, sounding as if it were half deflected, half absorbed, by a sort of energy field.

Walking into view, another pale, ethereally glowing human tribesman in a wolf skin, waving their staff, summons 3 bolts, that the exosuit trooper dodges quickly, all 3 doing naught but leaving a scratch on her before she retaliates with another white blast. The trooper uses this blast to cover their approach, before closing in to throw a punch the tribesman catches easily, as if the trooper weren't currently wearing a gauntlet that would've made that punch hurt.

Maybe it would be worth it to take one of the exosuits....

"...How long do you intend to look around, Akkith?"

Ossea

The Avali begins tinkering with the rifle, first to see if it can be fixed, then if not possible, how many parts can she salvage out of it, perhaps to try and make a more avali-accessible weapon.

Hm...the futuristic, sleek, grey rifle would need more parts to be fixed, unfortunately. There might've been more in the drawer the rifle was found in...but doubtful there's actually enough given the sorry state this is in. Seems like a good amount of parts could be used to help make something more...accessible.
"...Hm...thinking of tinkering with that...?"