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Unit 34 catches the piece of the hull by poking it with his weapon. He then takes it off the weapon and tries to read whatever remained from the engraving. 34 nods and clicks something on his lance, making it project a lingering trail. It is also pink.
HELLO. YOU ARE IN OFFWORLD-HOSPITALIER SPACE. I AM OBLIGED TO ASK YOUR IN-
The weapon runs out of power, automatically holstering itself and the trail before the Glitcher can respond by writing letters. U34 facepalms and flies towards the ship, holstering the weapon in the process. The Glitcher flies close enough to brutally slam on the hull with a bit too powerful pair of magboots, most likely crushing his legs in the process as well. The boots immediately deactivate, so Unit grabs the dent left by his impact and attempts communication in Offworld-native methods, which include a very interesting form of WiFi among all others, and a hivemind-like chat between all Glitchers developed by U34 himself. Needless to say, nothing out of that works, so he tries to articulate, which is pretty hard when his legs are utterly broken and his only form of movement are rear-mounted wings, whose thrust is now off-center thanks to the legs' displacement. As so, U34 clings on the hull and sends an emergency call.
After a few minutes, another Glitcher jumps in by a small, personal FTL drive whose side effects include blood clots and occasional buffer overflows regarding coordinates near the user's limbs and other moving parts, often causing gangrene-like effects in organics and short circuits in robotics from continuous use.
"Hey, what's going on here?"
"Can't you see? I'm stuck with a bunch of armored droids here of unknown identity!"
"I see, are they-"
"Yes!"
Unit 21 immediately holsters his weapon and looks around for armed droids. He sees none, and lands on the ship with better-tuned magboots.
"Saw Hex's new leg?"
"Ah, it's majestic indeed."
"Well, you might need a pair of those in the near future, or-"
Unit 21 stands up and reaches with his arm, mocking a priest.
"Jooooin the Fraaaactaaaals!"
Both laugh a little.
"No, seriously, those legs are great. I'd like one. Can you jump me back or anything?"
"You did not order a spare drive and I did not bring one."
"Well, I suppose we'll have a friendly hug-"
"And a very unfriendly fuel bill. You know these are made for one person."
"Shut up, these guys seem to be in distress."
