Post by Mechan on Jun 17, 2017 19:52:11 GMT
Deep within the bowels of the creaking mass of metal that was their airship, two souls milled about in their confines, working away at whatever tasks they had to keep them busy. One such soul, Mechan, co-captain of the vessel, was deeply focused on a collection of metal bits and gears scattered along a worktable, hands working to assemble some sort of gadget with the precision and deftness of a surgeon during operation. The low chime of a piano played out into the room from a speaker in the corner, a classical tune that was accompanied by Mechan's own quiet humming, a deep and mechanical tone that was his voice. Today was as uneventful as most of their days were, him and Cable, keeping to themselves and their work to keep busy, another day of waiting. Since their entry into the human world, they had not had any luck on finding others like themselves, even with the systems installed to seek out their kind. No doubt the Mod Souls that were alive were alive for a reason, and would not be easy to find, but Mechan would not be giving up anytime soon on seeking them out.
As the quiet clinking of Mechan's work continued, and over the music, suddenly a small chime rang out through the room. Brief as it was, it finished just as nearly as it came on. The sensor, the radar actively searching for traces of Mod Souls had picked something up, even if only for a moment. Mechan's hands had frozen, and his posture stiffly hung over the table, not moving a servo. Slowly, he rose up straight, the tiny tools that were sticking from his fingertips all retracting slowly. He turned his head, as if to listen for the chime to sound off again, eye ports slowly whirring and shifting as he stood in thought. Surely it was only a glitch, a hiccup in the system. Turning further from the table, he stood now to stare out into the center of the room. Because otherwise, that would mean that they had came upon what they had been searching for all of this time. Clenching his metal fist tightly, he stared and thought. It was most likely nothing... but if there were even a chance, he was not going to let it slip by.
With a shift of his jaw plate, a robotic grin appeared on his face, before quickly beginning to march off toward the navigation room. Bringing his wrist up to speak into, his voice chimed around the speaker system around the ship.
"@cable, the day may have come that we find what we have searched so long for. Begin preparations to descend the ship, there is work to be done."
MATHILDE - SAHU PRIME
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As the quiet clinking of Mechan's work continued, and over the music, suddenly a small chime rang out through the room. Brief as it was, it finished just as nearly as it came on. The sensor, the radar actively searching for traces of Mod Souls had picked something up, even if only for a moment. Mechan's hands had frozen, and his posture stiffly hung over the table, not moving a servo. Slowly, he rose up straight, the tiny tools that were sticking from his fingertips all retracting slowly. He turned his head, as if to listen for the chime to sound off again, eye ports slowly whirring and shifting as he stood in thought. Surely it was only a glitch, a hiccup in the system. Turning further from the table, he stood now to stare out into the center of the room. Because otherwise, that would mean that they had came upon what they had been searching for all of this time. Clenching his metal fist tightly, he stared and thought. It was most likely nothing... but if there were even a chance, he was not going to let it slip by.
With a shift of his jaw plate, a robotic grin appeared on his face, before quickly beginning to march off toward the navigation room. Bringing his wrist up to speak into, his voice chimed around the speaker system around the ship.
"@cable, the day may have come that we find what we have searched so long for. Begin preparations to descend the ship, there is work to be done."
MATHILDE - SAHU PRIME
