'I detect your silence and emotions to be contemplative, this is good. You most likely will spend a few hours tinkering with OUR schematics when the time is right construct each housing.'>Witch-Two delivers a small number of commonly available STC component files, ones that were often used in custom War Robots and the few AdMech sanctioned android models.
'I must profess that I would have preferred a human android model, yet Adronal's arguments were what which convinced the Inquisitor to develop equine variants which would essentially function the same, have smaller profiles, be more easily armored, carry larger weaponry, have room for additional ammunition or fuel cells, in addition to being easier to walk among local populations. He will not admit that easily of course, he was simply trying to make her admit a fault..'
'go fuck yourself, witch! pray i wont melta your model the second its finished'
'You see? Of course it is not easy to admit dear old Tox-11 has fallen for the sanctioned equine form.'>Taking several seconds to process your uninhibited emotions and most importantly not judging you for them, the Machine Spirit returns an an old Tech-Magos recording from his memoirs.>Reading the excerpt through without the Inquisitor's team noticing, it was a sternly spiritual and chemical approach towards regarding one's positive familial relations as being prioritized directly below the Omnissiah's needs.>Which, at least on this world, wasn't unappealing given the few humans and sanctioned xenos you'd met so far.>Making a quick hand motion before grasping her archaic weapon once more while speaking a short phrase, the MIU's translation systems oddly weren't able to process.much more beyond a notification of encouragement, or potentially acceptance.>The young human takes a half-step forwards to best cover the old Commissar's focus on the vault, swiftly followed by the three slightly older males.>Which, you notice, their protection was equally poor, consisting of barely different helmet designs and armored vests that even a basic arrow would puncture through.>Chisan offers little a satisfied nod at this, taking the opportunity to secretly examine the Vostroyans' wargear.. which instantly becomes varying shades of disgust.
"I believe her name is a reference to having uncanny knowledge in targeting opposing vessels for maximum damage inflicted with minimum energy and munitions spent. The 'Two' designation is unknown to me."
'Enginseer, you are sincere yet too reactive. You would have to make a concerted effort to even bother in trying to insult us. We are all Imperials, thus, equals. If given a suggestion or order by myself, Tox, or Tracker, do not hesitate. While I would have preferred to read from much deeper in the vault, this location should suffice.">Witch-Two deposits an image of herself in full Imperial Navy uniform through the MIU interface, left foot forwards while her right hand was lifted to point at the screen, though the medals, bands, and other paraphernalia were difficult to read.>A caption above her head forms to read 'Fire all weapons!, accompanied by dark, primal laughter.
'Test my mettle Enginseer, and I will show you the physical glories of this world's night beyond that of Mars!'>Raindrop's ears perk up as she lifts an armored hoof to cover her mouth, snickering from underneath it.
"What's wrong with your eyes? Mine are good, unless the humidity's bothering you.">The Auspex relays a series of abnormally long codes from activation as the piscine smacks into floor, albeit now covered in a thin layer of something that looked like penal legion gel-food.>Crossing your eyes, again, focusing much too hard on physical world before you, the vault's entirety doubles.>Shaken out of this new problem by the Admiral furiously swearing across several High Gothic dialects, she ceases insulting Inquisitor Flash's femininity long enough to make an aggravated noise.
'Pull this damned unit back in, the logic engines are jamming and will not reset. Forget the Rites of Machine Repair as they will not work, just kick it a few times. Or beat it on the door, either should work. I still have no idea why Velasi bothered with this system-'>The sound of someone clearing their throat occurs, belatedly realizing it had come from Witch-Two's communication.
'Ah, before doing that, it appears this gateway is safe to enter. I suspect the security system's age has caused several exclusive faults since non-sapients are forced into stasis upon entering. Excuse me for a short time, I must speak with that lovely sanctioned Knight of yours. Honestly Enginseer, you should never let her out of your bed, she is far too comfortable looking.'>Sending a ringing faux-cackle that left you red, the Admiral's reading shuts down as a click from Raindrop's head causes her to turn, speaking in a combination of hesitance and curiosity.
"Hello? Yes, it is.. understood, may I ask whom is this? You're the one Chisan told me about, the battleship captain. Of course, but I will not.. nothing revealing, no. How may I help? ..I saw it freeze yes, but I really want to eat it.. not frozen,? Basic anti-sentient stasis, understood. Shouldn't be difficult to remove, there's a lot of key words I know. ..no, sorry, I don't know any psions in Razorback, I have only been working for them a little over two weeks. I understand, I'll find out if there's at least one, I don't want to move that marely safes on my own. Thank you for the information, and I hope to meet you soon.'>Hearing a loud click, most likely from a miniature vox system, the shiny red mare aims a deep grin at the frozen fish while licking her lips.
"I'm gonna have to go find a psion to move the portal.. gateway, whatever. We can go in but can't take anything that's only sentient... oh Chisan?">Finished making his own inspection of the vault, the Scion about faces while rolling his eyes in frustration.
"No, and I do not care. Ask the Enginseer if you want to eat it that badly."