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>C-ORA: SEARCH PROTOCOL - ETF-DELTA, X5 OUTSIDER, B-COMPANY BUGS
"You can get out now. It's gone." You chug down the cup of coffee you have to try washing out that foul fucking taste. S-4M doesn't even wait for you to ask for more before refilling it.
The android slowly crawls out from underneath your bed. The purple heart on her cheek has been smeared a bit from her sudden jump to the floor. "Y-yes, Administrator? What do you need?" She mutters something about 'not suitable' under her words.
"I need you to search for some stuff. The Outsider first, if you don't mind."
"Alright!" C-0RA nods. She plops down onto your bed and stares vacantly towards the airlock. There's a few moments of silence before she starts to <span class="mu-r">scream.</span> You reel back, covering your ears as she screeches until her synthesizer begins to peak.
Then she suddenly stops. She looks towards you with a bright, somehow genuine smile. "Bells and whistles, bells of whistles. 1000 miles away, currently moving towards us at an erratic speed of 150 to 750 miles per hour. Rough time of arrival: 2 to 3 hours."
"Entity has been majorly damaged, including dozens of cuts and burn marks."
[HOPELESS WRECK] 150 TO 750? OKAY, HOLD UP. THAT'S NOT RIGHT.
"Wait, what? Is there any pattern to the speed changes?"
"Hmm! Stopped for a few minutes twenty minutes ago? Slowly sped up to 500 over the next seventeen with a slight pause for twenty seconds, then suddenly dropped to 350 three minutes ago."
[HOPELESS WRECK] TWENTY MINUTES AGO? I THINK THAT WAS WHEN THE SAW RIPPED THE FUCKING ANDROID APART.
[BOUND BY DUTY] Three minutes had to have been the Idol, it activates quickly.
[DYING LIGHT] Perhaps her stress over human harm was the small pause? Stress might work as well.
"...Suddenly stopped just now. Uncertain why."
[HOPELESS WRECK] WAIT, WE DIDN'T DAMAGE ANYONE YET. UNLESS SOMEONE GOT INJURED WITHOUT US NOTICING...
[BOUND BY DUTY] "Oh shit, oh shit, get the fucking welder!" Delta wipes away something pouring from his mouth.
"Uh. Do you mind telling me where Delta is, by any chance?" You force the politest smile you can. It...doesn't come out right. C-0RA, luckily, is too much of a basket case to notice.
"Fif..noO, FortY-seven miles FroM the LOCATION THEY WERE sent to. Why? Tried to get a better image with updated software, too much Distortion nearby. Unknown why, non-anomalous though. Strain after locating an anomaly?
"Right. And finally-" You grab a sheet of paper to scribble down the last one. You toss it over to her. She scans it before tossing back another sheet of paper towards you.
"THREE DETECTED. ONE ON ADAMA, ONE ON SPIKE, ONE IN TRAINING ROOM ON SECOND FLOOR. UNKNOWN IF MORE, UNUSUAL DISTORTIONS IN MEDBAY TOO."
You nod at C-0RA. You grab your notepad and write down what you've learnt about Android Damage. It'll be a useful frame of reference for your next work orders.
