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[guardiano_perduto]

[Just another day on the SOL - nothing out of the ordinary here. There certainly isn't a furry cat-like alien in full body armour wandering the halls with a glowing wrench, pressing an buttons he can find and fiddling with pieces of discarded metal, no sirree.

And he definitely isn't trying to swat away a certain cambot, following his every move.]

Hey, knock it off. I said I'd find a way outta here, alright?

[If 'a way out' meant wandering around in circles for the past hour. The Lombax's tail swishes once in thought, a gloved hand on his hip as he looks to the side, then up.]

Qwark? Aphelion? Yo! You guys okay?

[The only noise, the only response that fills the halls is cambot's whirring. Something Ratchet really would like to stop circling him every few minutes.

Welp.

Marooned on a spaceship with no other forms of life in sight. This was turning out to be such a great rescue.]

Ah, c'mon. If Qwark's involved, we'd better go help.

Comments

[acceptedburden]

[Not THAT baffled by the appearance of a...alien cat thing. After all, it's about par for the course on the SoL]

That would be unwise as the means off this satellite involve space travel and the vehicles for doing so are only capable of circling the satellite itself and not much further.

Also, who is Qwark?

[guardiano_perduto]

[WHOA whoa whoa, wait? Other people could talk through the 'bot? Was this some kind of Infobot?

The Lombax quickly spins around, surprised that there had been another, friendly face on this station.]

--if I can just find my ship, I can get all of us outta here!

I just. Might need to make a few trips? Are you the only one?

Oh, uh... big green guy, spandex, looks like he could be on the front of some kid's cereal box? Can't miss 'im.

[acceptedburden]

[Something like that]

A ship? Perhaps the Launch Deck on Deck 11. [He sounds unsure, no one else has a vehicle with them] Although, it is just as likely that it is not there.

And no, I am not. There are quite a few of us up here and I am certain you will meet others over cambot soon enough.

[he shakes his head] I have not seen anyone by that description, sorry.

[guardiano_perduto]

There was a launch deck the whole time?

Okay, so where is it? Do you have a holomap on hand? Nothing's coming up on my Navunit. If there's more than just us here, someone's had to have been working on one.

[Another tail flick.]

But he was in the ship with me? How could we've gotten flung in two different places? If Aphelion's on the deck, then Qwark should be with her, right?

[acceptedburden]

[Kaldur nods.]

You can ask the Cambot you are speaking to. It should be able to take you down to the launch deck. Or I can locate you and direct you there myself.

[considers that]

This place is strange. Not all of us who arrive were even in vehicles that can travel in space before getting here. We are not sure how it occurs but people are just brought up here sometimes.

[wavesinherheart]

I'm not sure there really is a way out of here. Not one that anyone knows of, anyway.

[guardiano_perduto]

If there's a way in, there's gotta be a way out. What is this place, anyway?

[wavesinherheart]

It's called the Satellite of Love.

[guardiano_perduto]

...






Run that by me one more time?

[cleverkit]

[A cat-like alien, you say? This is relevant to Wilykit's interests.]

Hi there! Who are you?

OH HEY THERE I know you. :D

[guardiano_perduto]

[Alright, so he knows by now that he isn't the only one to wind up in this kind of a situation. What he didn't know was that there were little kids trapped aboard this ship as well.

This certainly complicates matters of just blowing holes into the station until something happens.]

Ratchet.

What about you, kid? What're you doing all the way out here? It's dangerous.

Oh really? :D

[cleverkit]

I'm Wilykit. Nice to meet you!

[Ratchet's warning dampens her good mood just a tad, though.]

Hey, I can totally take care of myself! And this place isn't dangerous, anyway.

[Except for the evil shadows she heard about. And the evil patchwork dragon-thing reality warper. And the random singing. But she's not going to mention those right now.]

I was the Vincent at Pieces. oAo

[guardiano_perduto]

Nice... to meet you, too?

Okay.

Kid.

Buddy.


What in the heck is going on here?

[sailormagic]

I wouldn't try to hit the recording device, the other robots on this ship tend not to like that.

[This really is just another day on the SOL. Twilight knows that even though she's been there so little time.]

[guardiano_perduto]

...how bad are we talkin' here? The riot-causing robots, or the ones that one-hit kill you?

[If he'd put his full-swing into it, Cambot wouldn't even be standing right now. He'd just prefer it to not focus on his snout every three minutes, is all.]

[sailormagic]

I don't think any of them could do those things, but from the stories I've heard, you don't want all hundred-odd copies of Tom Servo chasing you down. It tends to be messy, and we don't have magic or anything that can heal us up here. If you tell it to back away it should, though.

[guardiano_perduto]

I've taken on an armada of deathbots before, bigger than parts of this ship! I'm sure it's not so bad.

[colorbymemory]

I don't think there's anyone here with those names.

[guardiano_perduto]

--did you see anyone unusual, though? A spaceship, or a guy in green leather tights?

...

Uh yeah, don't ask.

[colorbymemory]

Nobody more unusual that anyone who's here already, or like who you described. I'm sorry.

[No worries, she's used to the strange happenings here.]

[guardiano_perduto]

...what about a little robot? Silver, looks like he'd make a pretty good backpack, spews out more science than a bad holomentary?

[halfdarkened]

[There's a silver-haired teenager looking at him. While he doesn't look hostile, he doesn't seem to quite like the newcomer's method of exploration. Especially with a big wrench like that. Not that he can blame him, either...] You mind not pushing every button before you mess with something important?

[guardiano_perduto]

[Ratchet matches Riku's glare easily, standing up straight to fold his arms over his chest.]

Last I checked, buddy, none of these buttons even do anything!

Hopefully.

A-anyway, it's fine!

[halfdarkened]

Right now.

If you find a way off, make sure to tell us. We're stuck here too.

[Pause.]

Soda's in the fridge on deck 4 if you want.

[guardiano_perduto]

Aphelion only seats two, but I can probably work around it if I have enough materials. I'm sure she wouldn't mind if it helped you guys out, right?

...and hey. Lemme know if you spot anyone else odd, okay? They could be with me.

[The mention of soda? That gets a light, friendly grin from the Lombax.]

Oh, now you're holdin' out on me, huh? Well, I guess if you insist.

Got a VG 9800 somewhere too? Something tells me being trapped for months could get a little dull if all we have is books.

You wouldn't like me when I'm bored.