The Forge of Babel (Temporarily closed, accepting rare materials)

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Dumb The android analyses the chess piece.

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Compilatron "You say...you are "created" in the middle of a battle huh... well doomsday devices are a bit lackluster to us at this point, but we are indeed interested in the corresponding tech, so how bout this"
Dasha set the chess piece on the table, and instantly the table lights up as if it is activated, with what seems to be a piece of paper exit from it, words scribbled down magically as she speaks
"You, _____ [Name of the Customer], shall lead us towards the Ancient battlefield which you are created, while also act as a guide for us to understand anything that comes in our interest. This contract ends when either a) Dasha is killed by something that is beyond your powers, or b) Dasha is satisfied by the exploration results. There, and....add a place for signing names, and bingo! Here, sign your name if you accept the deal"
Dasha hand over the contract as if it is just a normal commercial deal, but judging from how the contract is formed, there is probably something special for this particular contract

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Dumb The android inspects the contract, before shrugging and putting an "X" in the name entry... signifying it had no name. Regardless, it accepted the contract, and was willing to provide guidance to the battlefeild.

"I was created a few hours ago, actually... this shell at least. My intelligence had existed for... about 200 years, where I occupied a much less glamorous body. A simple drone shell. The battle had happened about 300 years ago however, it's certainly still a dangerous place nonetheless."

The android passes the contract back, and without inhibition, wraps it's arms around Dasha in a hug. Seemingly, this was the android's idea of a handshake, but it was comfortable nonetheless.

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Compilatron Upon signing the form, even though its just a plain "X", the android feels a series of tingling sensations on her surface, similar to the term of "formication" on mortals alike. Nonetheless, the form is already signed, and Dasha embraces her hug without much of a problem.
"Well then, lets just wait a bit till Dasha returns... what do you want to know or have in the meantime?"

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Dumb "Well... I'd love to see arou..."

The android realises Dasha spoke in third person.

"Wait, aren't you Dasha? Returning from where?"

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Compilatron "Well i am Dasha, but i can't actually exist outside this forge. Think of it as a vessel which mortals use for space travel, but instead of a metallic block its a body, and currently this vessel is doing some testing of one of our products, out in somewhere which im not even sure"
Dasha swipe over the chess piece, replacing it with the original glass of liquid before taking a sip. The lack of aroma or colouring of the liquid makes it hard to judge what exactly it is, but Dasha seems to be liking it

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Dumb "Is that so?"

Now interested in the forges mechanics, the android uses it's sensors to scan the area. The android appeared to have some civilian grade sensors installed into it, usually seen on freighters and occasionally cheap mining vessels. Although nothing spectacular, it's impressive for them to be compacted enough to fit inside the android's frame.

"Don't you find that constricting in any way?"

The android brushed it's chin, although it's eyes were mechanical, dasha could sense... almost a soul behind them. A curious one, keen to explore this universes secrets and knowledge. But also one which wanted to protect it. That amount of power for a mechanical being... curious indeed.

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Compilatron The scanning starts and instantly she is bombarded with hordes of errors and undecipherable results. Dasha, noticing the reactions of the android, forcefully cancel the scanning procedure via some peculiar means
"Ahh, please do not scan this place, just... for some unspeakable reason, and for your own good. As for your question, of course it is somewhat inconvenient, but well...it is as sturdy as anything can possibly be, and who can say know to a basically unkillable vessel?"

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Dumb The android theorises that something specific is intefering with the scans... not the structure. It's secrets would have to await another time.

"Mind showing me around until your... "vessel" returns?"

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Compilatron "To be frank, there ain't exactly "around" in this place. I can call other Dashas here for a tea party if you really wish, but that would just make our deal a bit too complicated that what i would prefer, or i would show you the hanger, but that would expose secrets of other factions, so...eh"
Dasha empty her glass, which slowly but surely refills itself
"Im sorry but thats not quite doable on my part"

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Dumb The android shrugs and waits patiently for the "vessel" to return.

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Precisely after Dasha finish her glass of... whatever she is drinking, a muffled boom echoes is received as if something collided with the Forge, while Dasha, although having one of her eyebrow raised, didn't act nor even change her posture. Before the android questions Dasha about whatever happened, another Dasha, wearing a full set of skin-tight silver space suit and carrying several canisters with her, "enters" through the wall as if it doesn't exist.

"Epsilon-theta-gamma, can you like...enter the room like a normal one? you may scared some guests, ya know"

Dasha-with-the-glass puts down the glass of liquid, and stand up to meet the newly entered Dasha, apparently not approving the type of entrance she chose to use in this occasion

"Well...if you switch the alarm into something that resembles more of an alarm instead of a simple boom, then maybe i will think of a more common way of entering."

"But...doesn't a single boom effective in raising awareness?"

"Awareness of guests, maybe, but judging how you didn't even spill one single drop of that champagne, it doesn't work well on you, let alone other Dashas"

"Eh whatever then. You wanna have another go or i do it this time?"

"This time its all yours, i already fulfilled my so-called punishment and even brought some souvenirs for us"

"Nice, hopefully i can still check it out after this... By the way, where is your backpack?"

"Used to buy the souvenirs, duh."

"...Did you tell the customers that it is just a prototype?"

"Uh...... nice to meet you, see you soon!"

Dasha-with-a-spacesuit sprinted towards the wall where she exited from, and disappeared as she enter the wall, leaving Dasha-without-the-glass on the spot, probably having a headache trying to modify her plans to include the sub-quest that is forcefully added to her burden. Though, through some unexplained mechanics, as soon as the other Dasha left the room, Dasha seems more......solid, as if she is but a ghost of some sort before the encounter. Dasha quickly sling on a spherical backpack that appears out of nowhere, and face the android

"Sigh...sorry about that, time to go, shall we?"

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Dumb "I... assume so?"

The Android's inability to understand the situation taunted it's curious mind... but nevertheless it chose to persist and focus on the issue at hand.

Calling the android an "it" may not apply as much any more... it's clearly defined features and suitably intelligent mind meant it could qualify to be refered to as a "she".

Regardless of it's pronoun, the android followed Dasha onwards.

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Compilatron Dasha kneel down at the edge of the hanger, positioned perfectly to leap off the forge and into space, before seemingly noticing something and stand back up awkwardly
"Ahh yes, what is your normal cruising speed? and if possible, what sort of FTL do you utilize?"

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Dumb "Space folder FTL system. It's not the fastest but it's reliable. And I, naturally, have a space limitation."

"As for my speed... I can easily out manoeuvre a combat UAV."

(Pardon delay, heh)

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Compilatron "Hmm....well then...the easiest way to this is having access to the coordinates myself, and take us both straight to the destination. Of course, if you wish, i can try to simulate your FTL and go at the same pace as well...its your call anyway"

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Dumb The android's eyes seemed curious about the details of their method of transport... but it handed over the co-ordinates regardless.

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Compilatron "Many thanks" Dasha bows towards the android and walk back into the room while approaching that particular wall piece where the other Dasha disappeared from. She gently put her palm on the wall, and a rectangular piece, the size of a doorway, caved in, showing nothing but pure darkness inside "Well then, want me to take your hand or you go through it yourself?"

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Dumb "Lead the way..."

[cont. on https://forum.cosmoteer.net/d/12496-the-depths-event]

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@Compilatron
The two appeared back in the forge, but unlike the original dock where Angelica landed, there is a gigantic pile of scrap, occupying half of the "room"

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Dumb The Android... although initially confused about their sudden change of location... before gaining her bearings...

"Ah... so that's where everything went..."

The android murmered "Angelica" to herself...