Sentinel, ???-of-Make

“V-very little, it knows. It is aware that it is built to serve the Citad-del. It is aware that its intent i-is to protect. It has n-not been given much more information in its datab-b-base.”

“It believes it underst-stands. D-does one know of t-the exact number of Sentin-nels in the Citadel at the current t-time?”

“A small amount of train-n-ning with a long-pin, it recalls. Highly kn-knowledgeable, it does not believe itself t-to be. If it is to recall correctly, it was found def-def-defect-def- not suitable prior t-to any mastery.”

“Which weapon it wields, it c-cares not. It w-will accept whatever is availab-b-ble to it and should benefit this ord-d-der of Sentin-nels most. Though, perhaps a one-handed one would be pref-prefer-pref- beneficial.”

“T-this sentinel would be glad to master a ranged weap-p-pon. A hand crossb-bow would be its pr-primary choice, should it be feasible.”

The sentinel stares for a moment before taking the crossbow. “Y-yes. Thank you, sib-b-bling.” It sets aside its bent pipe, leaning against a pillar for a moment, and takes the new cane as well. It is difficult to tell what it is feeling, but it seems…happy? “It shall begin t-to train immediatel-ly. It thanks one ag-gain for its assistance.”

“V-very little, it knows. It is aware that it is built to serve the Citad-del. It is aware that its intent i-is to protect. It has n-not been given much more information in its datab-b-base.”

“It believes it underst-stands. D-does one know of t-the exact number of Sentin-nels in the Citadel at the current t-time?”

“A small amount of train-n-ning with a long-pin, it recalls. Highly kn-knowledgeable, it does not believe itself t-to be. If it is to recall correctly, it was found def-def-defect-def- not suitable prior t-to any mastery.”

“Which weapon it wields, it c-cares not. It w-will accept whatever is availab-b-ble to it and should benefit this ord-d-der of Sentin-nels most. Though, perhaps a one-handed one would be pref-prefer-pref- beneficial.”

“T-this sentinel would be glad to master a ranged weap-p-pon. A hand crossb-bow would be its pr-primary choice, should it be feasible.”

“V-very little, it knows. It is aware that it is built to serve the Citad-del. It is aware that its intent i-is to protect. It has n-not been given much more information in its datab-b-base.”

“It believes it underst-stands. D-does one know of t-the exact number of Sentin-nels in the Citadel at the current t-time?”

“A small amount of train-n-ning with a long-pin, it recalls. Highly kn-knowledgeable, it does not believe itself t-to be. If it is to recall correctly, it was found def-def-defect-def- not suitable prior t-to any mastery.”

“Which weapon it wields, it c-cares not. It w-will accept whatever is availab-b-ble to it and should benefit this ord-d-der of Sentin-nels most. Though, perhaps a one-handed one would be pref-prefer-pref- beneficial.”

“V-very little, it knows. It is aware that it is built to serve the Citad-del. It is aware that its intent i-is to protect. It has n-not been given much more information in its datab-b-base.”

“It believes it underst-stands. D-does one know of t-the exact number of Sentin-nels in the Citadel at the current t-time?”

“A small amount of train-n-ning with a long-pin, it recalls. Highly kn-knowledgeable, it does not believe itself t-to be. If it is to recall correctly, it was found def-def-defect-def- not suitable prior t-to any mastery.”

“V-very little, it knows. It is aware that it is built to serve the Citad-del. It is aware that its intent i-is to protect. It has n-not been given much more information in its datab-b-base.”

“It believes it underst-stands. D-does one know of t-the exact number of Sentin-nels in the Citadel at the current t-time?”

“V-very little, it knows. It is aware that it is built to serve the Citad-del. It is aware that its intent i-is to protect. It has n-not been given much more information in its datab-b-base.”

It flinches at the comment about altering its shell. “Yes. I-it is a protot-t-type.” It does not meet the Architect’s eyes, staring instead at the ground. “T-the location of its blueprints, it knows n-not. Howev-ver, it knows the loca-ation in which it was…s-s-store- stored.” It does not seem to be happy to admit this. “Perhaps the blueprints would b-be in t-this location. I-it shall be glad to retriev-ve. them. Additionally…it does n-n-not know if all damages- damages to its shell are fully reparable. Its internal mechanisms seem to b-be malfunct- malfunctioning, or perha-aps simply m-made inf- infer- not to ideal s-standards. It is we- we- of less- not great strength.”

"You n-n-need not personally retrieve-acquire your own blueprints. Telling me the location you were stored-kept in is enough," The Twelfth Architect stated. "As for your d-damages, it is unlikely any harm you've received cannot be fixed. Perhaps your m-mechanisms cannot be fixed, but they can be replaced with n-newer, better parts."

“Y-yes. The loca-ation it f-found itself in…it believes it to be known as ‘High H-Halls.’ T-the room was…d-dark. It held m-many ca-a-rts. It is able t-to draw a map, should it be of u-use.”

"... The old laundry room?" The Twelfth Architect asked. "You were stored-kept in the old laundry room? How... pe-peculiar. Thank you; I will send an O-Omnipresence to search for your blueprints."

“An…Omnipresence?” It seems confused, but does not ask further questions. “It was un-unaware that its location of stor-rage was…a l-laundry room. T-that is peculiar, indeed. It had assumed it to b-be a st-storage room of sorts…”

Inside is several switches and buttons. Most are unlabeled, and not referenced in the blueprints, but one is labeled “pain receptors” - that is what it seems to say, at least. The paint is rather faded.

... Well, that's as good as it's gonna get. The Twelfth Architect flipped that switch.

For a moment, nothing happens, but soon, the Architect hears the whirring of gears, followed quickly by a few clicks. “Pain sensitivity has been set to: off. Usage: maintenance, system failure.” It is clear that though the voice coming from the Sentinel is theirs, it isn’t really them who is speaking - the message is pre-programmed into them. They are not moving anymore; even their eyes are completely still. It seems disabling their pain has disabled some other things as well.

Most of various switches and buttons do not seem to do much of anything. One opens a compartment on the inside of their arm, though it is unclear what its purpose is. After the pain receptor switch is flipped, the Sentinel seems to awaken from whatever state it was in before. “A-ah. It sees that it has been rep-paired. It t-thanks one for its assist-t-tance. I-it feels much better, n-now.” It stretches its limbs, examining the parts where it was previously damaged. “What d-does one wish for in paym-ment?”

"You are welcome," The Twelfth Architect stated. "Payment is un-un-unecessary, and asking for it would be immoral."

It tilts its head slightly, seemingly not understanding, but nods anyway. “I s-see. I shall be tak-king my leave, n-now. I s-shall return if further repairs are ne-necessary.” It takes the bent pipe and exits the workshop, seeming to be in much less pain.

It flinches at the comment about altering its shell. “Yes. I-it is a protot-t-type.” It does not meet the Architect’s eyes, staring instead at the ground. “T-the location of its blueprints, it knows n-not. Howev-ver, it knows the loca-ation in which it was…s-s-store- stored.” It does not seem to be happy to admit this. “Perhaps the blueprints would b-be in t-this location. I-it shall be glad to retriev-ve. them. Additionally…it does n-n-not know if all damages- damages to its shell are fully reparable. Its internal mechanisms seem to b-be malfunct- malfunctioning, or perha-aps simply m-made inf- infer- not to ideal s-standards. It is we- we- of less- not great strength.”

"You n-n-need not personally retrieve-acquire your own blueprints. Telling me the location you were stored-kept in is enough," The Twelfth Architect stated. "As for your d-damages, it is unlikely any harm you've received cannot be fixed. Perhaps your m-mechanisms cannot be fixed, but they can be replaced with n-newer, better parts."

“Y-yes. The loca-ation it f-found itself in…it believes it to be known as ‘High H-Halls.’ T-the room was…d-dark. It held m-many ca-a-rts. It is able t-to draw a map, should it be of u-use.”

"... The old laundry room?" The Twelfth Architect asked. "You were stored-kept in the old laundry room? How... pe-peculiar. Thank you; I will send an O-Omnipresence to search for your blueprints."

“An…Omnipresence?” It seems confused, but does not ask further questions. “It was un-unaware that its location of stor-rage was…a l-laundry room. T-that is peculiar, indeed. It had assumed it to b-be a st-storage room of sorts…”

Inside is several switches and buttons. Most are unlabeled, and not referenced in the blueprints, but one is labeled “pain receptors” - that is what it seems to say, at least. The paint is rather faded.

... Well, that's as good as it's gonna get. The Twelfth Architect flipped that switch.

For a moment, nothing happens, but soon, the Architect hears the whirring of gears, followed quickly by a few clicks. “Pain sensitivity has been set to: off. Usage: maintenance, system failure.” It is clear that though the voice coming from the Sentinel is theirs, it isn’t really them who is speaking - the message is pre-programmed into them. They are not moving anymore; even their eyes are completely still. It seems disabling their pain has disabled some other things as well.

Most of various switches and buttons do not seem to do much of anything. One opens a compartment on the inside of their arm, though it is unclear what its purpose is. After the pain receptor switch is flipped, the Sentinel seems to awaken from whatever state it was in before. “A-ah. It sees that it has been rep-paired. It t-thanks one for its assist-t-tance. I-it feels much better, n-now.” It stretches its limbs, examining the parts where it was previously damaged. “What d-does one wish for in paym-ment?”

It flinches at the comment about altering its shell. “Yes. I-it is a protot-t-type.” It does not meet the Architect’s eyes, staring instead at the ground. “T-the location of its blueprints, it knows n-not. Howev-ver, it knows the loca-ation in which it was…s-s-store- stored.” It does not seem to be happy to admit this. “Perhaps the blueprints would b-be in t-this location. I-it shall be glad to retriev-ve. them. Additionally…it does n-n-not know if all damages- damages to its shell are fully reparable. Its internal mechanisms seem to b-be malfunct- malfunctioning, or perha-aps simply m-made inf- infer- not to ideal s-standards. It is we- we- of less- not great strength.”

"You n-n-need not personally retrieve-acquire your own blueprints. Telling me the location you were stored-kept in is enough," The Twelfth Architect stated. "As for your d-damages, it is unlikely any harm you've received cannot be fixed. Perhaps your m-mechanisms cannot be fixed, but they can be replaced with n-newer, better parts."

“Y-yes. The loca-ation it f-found itself in…it believes it to be known as ‘High H-Halls.’ T-the room was…d-dark. It held m-many ca-a-rts. It is able t-to draw a map, should it be of u-use.”

"... The old laundry room?" The Twelfth Architect asked. "You were stored-kept in the old laundry room? How... pe-peculiar. Thank you; I will send an O-Omnipresence to search for your blueprints."

“An…Omnipresence?” It seems confused, but does not ask further questions. “It was un-unaware that its location of stor-rage was…a l-laundry room. T-that is peculiar, indeed. It had assumed it to b-be a st-storage room of sorts…”

Inside is several switches and buttons. Most are unlabeled, and not referenced in the blueprints, but one is labeled “pain receptors” - that is what it seems to say, at least. The paint is rather faded.

... Well, that's as good as it's gonna get. The Twelfth Architect flipped that switch.

For a moment, nothing happens, but soon, the Architect hears the whirring of gears, followed quickly by a few clicks. “Pain sensitivity has been set to: off. Usage: maintenance, system failure.” It is clear that though the voice coming from the Sentinel is theirs, it isn’t really them who is speaking - the message is pre-programmed into them. They are not moving anymore; even their eyes are completely still. It seems disabling their pain has disabled some other things as well.

It flinches at the comment about altering its shell. “Yes. I-it is a protot-t-type.” It does not meet the Architect’s eyes, staring instead at the ground. “T-the location of its blueprints, it knows n-not. Howev-ver, it knows the loca-ation in which it was…s-s-store- stored.” It does not seem to be happy to admit this. “Perhaps the blueprints would b-be in t-this location. I-it shall be glad to retriev-ve. them. Additionally…it does n-n-not know if all damages- damages to its shell are fully reparable. Its internal mechanisms seem to b-be malfunct- malfunctioning, or perha-aps simply m-made inf- infer- not to ideal s-standards. It is we- we- of less- not great strength.”

"You n-n-need not personally retrieve-acquire your own blueprints. Telling me the location you were stored-kept in is enough," The Twelfth Architect stated. "As for your d-damages, it is unlikely any harm you've received cannot be fixed. Perhaps your m-mechanisms cannot be fixed, but they can be replaced with n-newer, better parts."

“Y-yes. The loca-ation it f-found itself in…it believes it to be known as ‘High H-Halls.’ T-the room was…d-dark. It held m-many ca-a-rts. It is able t-to draw a map, should it be of u-use.”

"... The old laundry room?" The Twelfth Architect asked. "You were stored-kept in the old laundry room? How... pe-peculiar. Thank you; I will send an O-Omnipresence to search for your blueprints."

“An…Omnipresence?” It seems confused, but does not ask further questions. “It was un-unaware that its location of stor-rage was…a l-laundry room. T-that is peculiar, indeed. It had assumed it to b-be a st-storage room of sorts…”

Inside is several switches and buttons. Most are unlabeled, and not referenced in the blueprints, but one is labeled “pain receptors” - that is what it seems to say, at least. The paint is rather faded.

It flinches at the comment about altering its shell. “Yes. I-it is a protot-t-type.” It does not meet the Architect’s eyes, staring instead at the ground. “T-the location of its blueprints, it knows n-not. Howev-ver, it knows the loca-ation in which it was…s-s-store- stored.” It does not seem to be happy to admit this. “Perhaps the blueprints would b-be in t-this location. I-it shall be glad to retriev-ve. them. Additionally…it does n-n-not know if all damages- damages to its shell are fully reparable. Its internal mechanisms seem to b-be malfunct- malfunctioning, or perha-aps simply m-made inf- infer- not to ideal s-standards. It is we- we- of less- not great strength.”

"You n-n-need not personally retrieve-acquire your own blueprints. Telling me the location you were stored-kept in is enough," The Twelfth Architect stated. "As for your d-damages, it is unlikely any harm you've received cannot be fixed. Perhaps your m-mechanisms cannot be fixed, but they can be replaced with n-newer, better parts."

“Y-yes. The loca-ation it f-found itself in…it believes it to be known as ‘High H-Halls.’ T-the room was…d-dark. It held m-many ca-a-rts. It is able t-to draw a map, should it be of u-use.”

"... The old laundry room?" The Twelfth Architect asked. "You were stored-kept in the old laundry room? How... pe-peculiar. Thank you; I will send an O-Omnipresence to search for your blueprints."

“An…Omnipresence?” It seems confused, but does not ask further questions. “It was un-unaware that its location of stor-rage was…a l-laundry room. T-that is peculiar, indeed. It had assumed it to b-be a st-storage room of sorts…”

It flinches at the comment about altering its shell. “Yes. I-it is a protot-t-type.” It does not meet the Architect’s eyes, staring instead at the ground. “T-the location of its blueprints, it knows n-not. Howev-ver, it knows the loca-ation in which it was…s-s-store- stored.” It does not seem to be happy to admit this. “Perhaps the blueprints would b-be in t-this location. I-it shall be glad to retriev-ve. them. Additionally…it does n-n-not know if all damages- damages to its shell are fully reparable. Its internal mechanisms seem to b-be malfunct- malfunctioning, or perha-aps simply m-made inf- infer- not to ideal s-standards. It is we- we- of less- not great strength.”

"You n-n-need not personally retrieve-acquire your own blueprints. Telling me the location you were stored-kept in is enough," The Twelfth Architect stated. "As for your d-damages, it is unlikely any harm you've received cannot be fixed. Perhaps your m-mechanisms cannot be fixed, but they can be replaced with n-newer, better parts."

“Y-yes. The loca-ation it f-found itself in…it believes it to be known as ‘High H-Halls.’ T-the room was…d-dark. It held m-many ca-a-rts. It is able t-to draw a map, should it be of u-use.”

"... The old laundry room?" The Twelfth Architect asked. "You were stored-kept in the old laundry room? How... pe-peculiar. Thank you; I will send an O-Omnipresence to search for your blueprints."

“An…Omnipresence?” It seems confused, but does not ask further questions. “It was un-unaware that its location of stor-rage was…a l-laundry room. T-that is peculiar, indeed. It had assumed it to b-be a st-storage room of sorts…”

It flinches at the comment about altering its shell. “Yes. I-it is a protot-t-type.” It does not meet the Architect’s eyes, staring instead at the ground. “T-the location of its blueprints, it knows n-not. Howev-ver, it knows the loca-ation in which it was…s-s-store- stored.” It does not seem to be happy to admit this. “Perhaps the blueprints would b-be in t-this location. I-it shall be glad to retriev-ve. them. Additionally…it does n-n-not know if all damages- damages to its shell are fully reparable. Its internal mechanisms seem to b-be malfunct- malfunctioning, or perha-aps simply m-made inf- infer- not to ideal s-standards. It is we- we- of less- not great strength.”

"You n-n-need not personally retrieve-acquire your own blueprints. Telling me the location you were stored-kept in is enough," The Twelfth Architect stated. "As for your d-damages, it is unlikely any harm you've received cannot be fixed. Perhaps your m-mechanisms cannot be fixed, but they can be replaced with n-newer, better parts."

“Y-yes. The loca-ation it f-found itself in…it believes it to be known as ‘High H-Halls.’ T-the room was…d-dark. It held m-many ca-a-rts. It is able t-to draw a map, should it be of u-use.”

"... The old laundry room?" The Twelfth Architect asked. "You were stored-kept in the old laundry room? How... pe-peculiar. Thank you; I will send an O-Omnipresence to search for your blueprints."

“An…Omnipresence?” It seems confused, but does not ask further questions. “It was un-unaware that its location of stor-rage was…a l-laundry room. T-that is peculiar, indeed. It had assumed it to b-be a st-storage room of sorts…”

It flinches at the comment about altering its shell. “Yes. I-it is a protot-t-type.” It does not meet the Architect’s eyes, staring instead at the ground. “T-the location of its blueprints, it knows n-not. Howev-ver, it knows the loca-ation in which it was…s-s-store- stored.” It does not seem to be happy to admit this. “Perhaps the blueprints would b-be in t-this location. I-it shall be glad to retriev-ve. them. Additionally…it does n-n-not know if all damages- damages to its shell are fully reparable. Its internal mechanisms seem to b-be malfunct- malfunctioning, or perha-aps simply m-made inf- infer- not to ideal s-standards. It is we- we- of less- not great strength.”

"You n-n-need not personally retrieve-acquire your own blueprints. Telling me the location you were stored-kept in is enough," The Twelfth Architect stated. "As for your d-damages, it is unlikely any harm you've received cannot be fixed. Perhaps your m-mechanisms cannot be fixed, but they can be replaced with n-newer, better parts."

“Y-yes. The loca-ation it f-found itself in…it believes it to be known as ‘High H-Halls.’ T-the room was…d-dark. It held m-many ca-a-rts. It is able t-to draw a map, should it be of u-use.”

It flinches at the comment about altering its shell. “Yes. I-it is a protot-t-type.” It does not meet the Architect’s eyes, staring instead at the ground. “T-the location of its blueprints, it knows n-not. Howev-ver, it knows the loca-ation in which it was…s-s-store- stored.” It does not seem to be happy to admit this. “Perhaps the blueprints would b-be in t-this location. I-it shall be glad to retriev-ve. them. Additionally…it does n-n-not know if all damages- damages to its shell are fully reparable. Its internal mechanisms seem to b-be malfunct- malfunctioning, or perha-aps simply m-made inf- infer- not to ideal s-standards. It is we- we- of less- not great strength.”

The thing behind you flinches. It seems to be a sentinel, although its head is covered in dust and cobwebs, and its body is filled with loose screws and scrapes in the metal. It’s leaning on a pipe, which it seems to have twisted the end of into a handle, creating a makeshift cane. It makes a stammering noise, stunned for several seconds, before it speaks. “H-hello. I ap-p-pologize for following you, I sim-mply, er…d-d-desired to observe your technique. In g-guarding the Citadel. Ah…” It fidgets with the buttons of its cloak. Its voice sounds like it has not been used for many years, perhaps at all.“How is t-the order of sentin-n-nels? I am n-not…formally trained, b-b-but, perhaps…I m-may be of use?” They stare at the floor, not meeting the Third Sentinel’s eyes.

It seems surprised. “P-perhaps, this body is rather old, and…y-yes, a proper cane would b-be much appreciat-t-ted. It is…g-good to meet you, as well. S-sibling.”

“An Architect seems m-most plausible. As for a title, this sentinel has n-n-not been given one, officially. This sentinel…” They look down again, wrapping their arms around themself. “This sentinel was not meant to serve alongside my k-kind. It is a…protot-type, I suppose. If a name- a name- a name should b-be required of this sentinel, or if it shall assist in its identif-fication, it shall choose one.” It seems that it had malfunctioned mid-sentence, though it is back to normal now.

It nods. “It knows n-not of these V-Voices, but it is its etern-n-nal duty to serve t-this Citadel. It would greatly p-please it to serve along-gside o-one. It knows not the loca-ation of the Architects, though it i-is aware of their exis-s-stench. If it is no b-bother, it would p-prefer to repair its-self as s-soon as can be manag-g-ged.”

“It thanks its s-sibling for its help.” It follows the Third Sentinel, seemingly in awe of the Citadel’s faded beauty.