Kimlasca finally found the other survivors and sighed in relief "Honestly...This place looks like it might have SOME species on it, but probably monsters that'll kill us all in a nanosecond, unknown poisons and 10% of the water is fresh, if we are able to find food and water we'll be fine!" she said happily, then said "Buut, i suppose, we make camp here, the sun is about to fade in...Hm, about twenty or 30 minutes, that might be enough time to investigate this place--that's all i've got for now...Listen to it or not we're all likely to survive with strength in numbers..." she paused, the chuckled "Unless some monsters hunt in packs and we all die a cold, harsh death! How fun!" she instantly swaped from serious to happy with a sunny smile on her face.
Chesh looked at the robot, her face showing no signs of emotion. "The fact that you have a sense of self-preservation leads me to believe that you have an artificial intelligence system installed. If that is the case, you are more useful to me in working condition than you are as scrap. Run the numbers yourself, and tell me if I am lying."
Janet didn't even need to run the simulations, she decided to take her word on it... For right now. Delete previous note. Back-up current system information and store it in the encrypted drive. Even though she placed her trust in Chesh, she still wanted a fall back in case she tried to wipe her memory. "Alright." she said, uncrossing her arms. "I'll bite. What's your plan, anyways?"
Chesh snorted. "My plan? My plan was to build a superluminal distress beacon, and call for an extraction. Unfortanately, my parts bin developed a bad attitude before I could begin. I'm going to look around to see I can find anything useful. I suppose you probably want to look for survivors?"
"It's secondary objective of mine. I doubt you'll find much to scavenge. Most the debris around is burning at extremely high temperatures..." She paused for a moment, then went through her data banks, concerning the layout of the ship she was on. "Perhaps... if we're luckily, the the store room from one of the ships could've survived the crash. They might have some sorta supplies for use. Tell me, have you seen any evidence of other survivors?"
"No, I have not." Chesh sighed. "The Engineering deck was destroyed when the engines went critical. Everybody burned. Their screaming was... unpleasant." She picked up a small bundle of wires, then threw them down in disgust when she realized that they had all melted together. "I only survived because I was working in a depressurized section at the time. I watched the ship come apart around me when we hit this planet's gravity well, and I remember being struck by something big. Next thing I knew, I'm woke up in a pile of molten metal with my suit failing." She looked over at the droid. "So, how are you still functional? The WA series isn't exactly known for it's resiliency."
"Hmmm." Janet tried accessing her logs again. She realized a bit more data had become uncorrupted, but not enough to piece out what entirely happened. She kept that to herself, not wanting Chesh to try and dig through her memory. She tried her best to fill in the blank spots. "I... I was in the midship area before the I was... knocked out, as you organics would call it. I believe was being re-tasked with repairing a depressurized section of the ship before my power went out... Must've been a... A sudden shock on entry through the atmosphere... The ship was probably torn in half and I must've fallen out not to far from the ground. The rest of the crew is probably dead..." She shrugged somewhat apathetically. "Luck."
Walter awoke to find himself in the middle of what appeared to be a desert with sand dunes as far as the eye could see. The last thing he could remember was simply being on a star-ship then awakening to find himself in a desert. The Android, otherwise known as an "Exo" by his creators, slowly got up and looked around. He was surprised that he survived the crash, yet alone in such a good condition. The only thing missing on Walter was his left arm, which was being repaired while his time during temporary shut-down. His blue eyes looked around the environment, scanning the area around him with such precision that only an android or an Artificial Intelligence would bring. He said nothing, taking in the data being presented in what he could see as his own HUD which he could turn off and on. Approximately Five hours, Thirty Three minutes and Twenty Seven seconds since current disaster occurred. Possible survivors within radius of 40 kilometers from wreckage. Initializing scanners at 51% capacity. Confirmed life within waking distance before sundown. IFF and scanners at critical damage. Time between Walter and nearest surivor, Two Hours and Fifty Minutes at walking speed of Four Kilometer's per Hour. Walter then looked around his own area. His best guess was that he was thrown outside the starship as the hull tore in two only a mile above the surface of the planet. He then looked around and wasn't particularly pleasant with what he seen. "Well...best that I get walking then." The Exo sighed deeply. He then looked as his arm completely reattached itself to his body and started to walk east, towards a towering pillar of smoke he was 93.4% was the wreckage of the Starship he called home.
Janet felt a small ping in the back of her cybernetic mind. Power up detected... Unable to gather data from target due to distances and connection error. Another droid? Maybe a synthetic, but at least I won't be the only robotic here... The fins on the top of her head glowed blue faintly, sending a message in all directions, hoping to communicate with the other droid. Opening up broadcast... Hello? Can you hear me?
Walter felt a sensation rush across the back of his mind, a communications link was set up. The Exo then spent no time in setting up a communications link to what seemed to be a Droid or an AI construct. He soon responded back, walking across the sand dunes as he headed towards his location. "Exo code: 23-1-12-20-5-18 Responding. Current location from crash site, 23 miles. Heading towards what seems to be your location." Walter responded. "Don't call me by my registration, it's quite a long way of saying my name. You can just call me Walter."
Janet was little surprised when she received a response. As she analyzed, she shuttered at seeing the word "Exo". She knew that Exos were basically top of line synthetics capable of out performing most organics, let alone her. She ran a quick simulation in her, comparing the chances of her being scraped due to inferiority. The numbers were grim, but could be change for her favor. She made mental note herself:Synthetic is probable inadvertent danger. Then switched back to the communication link. Alright, "Walter". I'm JA-N37, or "Janet" for short. I see by your code you're one of those new fancy synthetics, eh?
"Not exactly, I'm ten years old. That makes me one of the first of my kind." Walter responded. He then began to see the ship come into the horizon, but was still a fair distance away. He stopped and stood on the top of an enormous sand-dune, already able to see Janet and what appeared to be an Armiistaan. He focused onto the figures as he began to run an analysis check. His vision improved by six times the standard human level as numbers and enough diagnostics to write an essay appeared before him on his eyes, the HUD's lights being only able to be seen by him. He then focused on what appeared to be a droid of the WA series. "An WA series droid able to communicate, yet alone being aware of my presence. Impressive. Mental note for future use: Survive, nothing more and nothing less " Walter said to himself before switching to the coms channel. "Turn 282 degrees, elevation 318 meters at a distance of 20 miles. Magnify at 6.0 " Walter said, pointing out to his location.
Chesh looked up from singed toolbox she had found to see the WA-7's communication fin glowing blue. It had made contact with someone. Curious, she closed the toolbox and questioned the droid, speaking rapidly and excitedly. "Who are you speaking to? Do you find other survivors? Where are they? Are they close?"
Walter focused his vision onto the suddenly excited Armiistaan, able to tell from such a distance through body language despite his long range hearing sensors being at critical. It seemed he had reeled in two survivors for the price of one. As he stood, the Exo brushed some sand stuck on his suit, a standard engineering attire that had been custom made of the Exo for a more "Professional" look when it was described on the papers, appearing like a butler attire with black gloves. It was safe and practical enough for the Exo to use the attire as his own personal clothing. He even got it tailored to be highly resilient,that from what he could remember, strong enough to survive a bomb impact and apparently bullet-proof. It was certainly no power armor, not like he ever needed a 200 pound suit of armor to wear practically on his day to day life. "She seems excited...." Walter thought to himself.
Janet turned to Walter's presence, seeing the synthetic cyborg. She turned back to the excited Chesh. "Yes, I did find one survivor. A synthetic. He's over there, on top of the dune." she said, pointing over to him. "Exo build. Built look human. Why are human's soon keen to build robots in their image?" She turned back in Walter's direction. Feel free to make your way down here. I'm sure the Armiistann would be excited to see you.
Lissa pushed a few branches aside and looked out from the forest. "A maintenance bot and an Armiistaan... We had both of those on the ship? I hope so. We shall go talk to them... At your ready, that is." She turned to Erevan. "I hope it goes as well as meeting up with you did."
"We're technically their superior so they in a way have to listen to us." As they were making their way through the foliage Eravan noticed something on his belt start beeping, it was a Dextro-scanner (a small rectangular box with a radar on it) which he found on a dead scout. He leant sideways to grab the leaves and stems of the plant. managing to get at least 2 days worth of food for himself only. Although grabbing the foliage came with a price, as the strain from leaning caused a massive surge of pain in his stomach.
"Careful. You are in no condition to do more than rest. Ask next time. I will get what you need. Come now. We will go to them." Lissa emerged from the forest and started towards the other two. "Armiistaan! Robot!" She was quickly up beside them. "Names and ranks. Please."
Pivoting on her wheel, Janet turned to see the scaarb next to her already. Well, seems like the secondaries are coming to me. Very useful, but, are there any more? Bound to run into a less than cooperative one soon. "JA-N37, crew designation: Janet, engineering. And you?"
"Eravan Turiinius, Head Pilot and Commander. At least before being poisoned by those damn human's with no care for my Dextro-Alkaline based diet."
