May you transcend the Gates of Knowledge.

The Archivist’s long audio sensors pricked up. Seems that due to losing himself in his own thoughts he’d completely forgotten the General was behind him.  “A-Ah! Well you see, it’s not often that you see a reploid’s code comprising of parts from several separate blueprints. I mean there are three full reploid schematics here that the parts you’ve managed to get pieces of line up to.”  He looked over his shoulder. Craning his neck just to meet the large man’s gaze with his own. His gaze filled with excitement that bellied the serious tone he took, “You are dealing with someone or something that is using parts of different reploids, which explains why you can’t pinpoint or counter it terribly. They are essentially… for lack of better words, Mix and matching.” 

Xel’xe dug through the files for a moment. Now, dug might not be the right word. He took a bit peering over the data with a scrutinizing gaze. Considering there where at least four blueprints.  “Well... There’s at least one speed model. Built for high velocity-- seems to have its weakness directly in its strength, haha clever... Achiles heel.” He muttered the last part to himself.  “You have Speed. Defensive-- in the form of... well I’m not quite sure what this is.” He used the console of the engine to enlarge and bring the screen to the General’s face. It appeared to be a back covering shield, one that covered a good chunk of the body. It was made of a thick alloy and had areas where the shielding was pure plasma.

The ice reploid gave a nod. reaching up to grasp the box by the cover. Deft hands lifted it up to reveal the foam surrounding – was that a flash drive? whatever it was, it was similar enough.  “This should only take a moment” Xel stated as he plugged the device into the console. Instantly a whir of machines went to work until a few files where brought to view on holographic monitors. There had to be at least three or more schematics.  “Here we are… hnn don’t see that everyday.”

The Archivist’s long audio sensors pricked up. Seems that due to losing himself in his own thoughts he’d completely forgotten the General was behind him.  “A-Ah! Well you see, it’s not often that you see a reploid’s code comprising of parts from several separate blueprints. I mean there are three full reploid schematics here that the parts you’ve managed to get pieces of line up to.”  He looked over his shoulder. Craning his neck just to meet the large man’s gaze with his own. His gaze filled with excitement that bellied the serious tone he took, “You are dealing with someone or something that is using parts of different reploids, which explains why you can’t pinpoint or counter it terribly. They are essentially... for lack of better words, Mix and matching.” 

“Oh! Of course” Xel’xe almost panicked. Quickly moving to the giant’s side and to the keypad, he regarded the general with a questioning gaze. Fingers aching to reach for the box but wanting permission before proceeding.  “How would you like to do this? Would you like me to type as you dictate the search?” The ice reploid offered with a kind soft smile. 

The ice reploid gave a nod. reaching up to grasp the box by the cover. Deft hands lifted it up to reveal the foam surrounding -- was that a flash drive? whatever it was, it was similar enough.  “This should only take a moment” Xel stated as he plugged the device into the console. Instantly a whir of machines went to work until a few files where brought to view on holographic monitors. There had to be at least three or more schematics.  “Here we are... hnn don’t see that everyday.”

There was a pregnant silence around the pair briefly before a chime of approval came from the device. With core proof of the General’s rank position the doors whooshed open.  Inside it appeared to be nothing but blue holoscreens. Mechanical arms plugging into rectangular power sources beneath each screen every few seconds to deposit what, no doubt, was an endless stream of data. Some of the screens showed the blueprints of Reploids and their arsenals while being uploaded.  The power sources each appeared to be movable objects. What was essentially a technologically advanced lectern sat in the middle of the room. The surface was a keyboard touchscreen rather than empty. A simple input search into the device would interface the desired subject with the stand.  “Here are are at last. There is a insert slot at the keyboard if you wanted to have the computer compare the database to what you have with you today” He explained.

“Oh! Of course” Xel’xe almost panicked. Quickly moving to the giant’s side and to the keypad, he regarded the general with a questioning gaze. Fingers aching to reach for the box but wanting permission before proceeding.  “How would you like to do this? Would you like me to type as you dictate the search?” The ice reploid offered with a kind soft smile. 

The reply was a simple nod with a gentle kindly smile. Xel'xe motioned for the titanic leader to follow him. “This way if you please.” He requested. With the General in tow he went down the side. The pair passed at least three halls before coming to their desired hallway. It was lined with a red paint. A sign stood guard outside the hallways the same scarlet color. “Restricted Files” read gold lit font on the sign. The hall itself wasn’t nearly as intimidating. It was a simple hall. One that felt sluggishly long if you where new to it. At the end was their destination. A Security door accompanied by a scanner next to it. Xel'xe only needed a key card to get in himself. His access however was limited. “Place your han–” He stopped himself. “Finger on the scanner, please.” Gosh it felt odd to give orders to high ranked military officers.

There was a pregnant silence around the pair briefly before a chime of approval came from the device. With core proof of the General’s rank position the doors whooshed open.  Inside it appeared to be nothing but blue holoscreens. Mechanical arms plugging into rectangular power sources beneath each screen every few seconds to deposit what, no doubt, was an endless stream of data. Some of the screens showed the blueprints of Reploids and their arsenals while being uploaded.  The power sources each appeared to be movable objects. What was essentially a technologically advanced lectern sat in the middle of the room. The surface was a keyboard touchscreen rather than empty. A simple input search into the device would interface the desired subject with the stand.  “Here are are at last. There is a insert slot at the keyboard if you wanted to have the computer compare the database to what you have with you today” He explained.

The much smaller reploid made an airy sound with his lips in understanding. E.R.T.H.I.S.S. was possibly the best lead that the general discovered. “As you’ve no doubt learned, from your sources, we do have quite allot of information that you will find useful to your investigation. We are after all not simply a repository for bio-organic life, but also a vast information bank. We’ve been called a library before even.” Blue eyes landed on the soldiers as they grew more comfortable. A tentative gaze of suspicion. Not that he didn’t trust the General’s men or Repliforce, quite the contrary. It was simple protocols that had to be adhered to that made the head of the facility somewhat uneasy. His gaze softened as it returned to the General. “The information you’re after is highly secure. You, as General, of course have clearance. Your men however will have to stay in the lobby or find ways to keep themselves entertained. I apologize for the inconvenience this may cause, but it is standard procedure. It isn’t restricted access for no reason, after all.”

The reply was a simple nod with a gentle kindly smile. Xel'xe motioned for the titanic leader to follow him. "This way if you please." He requested. With the General in tow he went down the side. The pair passed at least three halls before coming to their desired hallway. It was lined with a red paint. A sign stood guard outside the hallways the same scarlet color. "Restricted Files" read gold lit font on the sign. The hall itself wasn't nearly as intimidating. It was a simple hall. One that felt sluggishly long if you where new to it. At the end was their destination. A Security door accompanied by a scanner next to it. Xel'xe only needed a key card to get in himself. His access however was limited. "Place your han--" He stopped himself. "Finger on the scanner, please." Gosh it felt odd to give orders to high ranked military officers.

Now Xel'xe wasn’t exactly the tallest of reploids, barely reaching 5'1. So when he was forced to crane his neck to take in the hulking mass that was the general his core skipped. Inferiority clawed at the back of his mind. But, those deep-set and kindly eyes helped easy the pressure he felt in the air. The extra security came as a surprise. Not that he’d expected the General to come alone. Just, he hadn’t known what to expect. It wasn’t until a gentle breeze flicked a bit of fur from his hood into his face that he realized there had been a pregnant pause. “O-Oh! No need to apologize. We don’t often get visitors here at E.R.T.H.I.S.S,” He gestured with an open palmed hand to the near skyscraper behind him. Fort the most part it was a tall metal structure in the center that branched out on the sides in a T shape. Snow caked into some parts of the building, haven eaten away at paint over the decades. The main entrance was a large yawning gate with an airsealed doorway– posibly twice the General’s side. Clearly built for quite the capacity. “Since I know this isn’t a social call, I won’t entertain the idea of giving you a grand tour. I’m sure you’d like to get out of the bitter cold.” He quickly pulled out his holopad to note the arrival in his daily report,“ If you’ll follow me, you can explain on the way inside.” He turned after beckoning the General and his Soldiers. The heavy doors groaning as the opened to single room leading to another set of heavy doors. Once everyone was inside and the door behind closed with a clunk, the sound of air pressure releasing could be heard. After a quick scan that fallowed a disinfectant, the secondary doors opened, much smoother than the first with a whoosh. This would lead into the main Foyer. Vines could be seen growing on walls and if the eye drifted along them, would find their base in hydroponic planters of various size. Tall walls filled with different screens and drawers where tended to by págos-droids. This gave the illusion of being in an aquarium due to their design. As the center-piece surrounded by shelves, books, files, and several odd bobbles was the Curator’s desk. The floating screen absent while not in use. True to the exterior size, there where many halls for access. Each with a different colored arrow leading through it and writing at the entrance of each in the same color, giving Title to what department that hall lead to.

The much smaller reploid made an airy sound with his lips in understanding. E.R.T.H.I.S.S. was possibly the best lead that the general discovered. "As you've no doubt learned, from your sources, we do have quite allot of information that you will find useful to your investigation. We are after all not simply a repository for bio-organic life, but also a vast information bank. We've been called a library before even." Blue eyes landed on the soldiers as they grew more comfortable. A tentative gaze of suspicion. Not that he didn't trust the General's men or Repliforce, quite the contrary. It was simple protocols that had to be adhered to that made the head of the facility somewhat uneasy. His gaze softened as it returned to the General. "The information you're after is highly secure. You, as General, of course have clearance. Your men however will have to stay in the lobby or find ways to keep themselves entertained. I apologize for the inconvenience this may cause, but it is standard procedure. It isn't restricted access for no reason, after all."

Now Xel'xe wasn't exactly the tallest of reploids, barely reaching 5'1. So when he was forced to crane his neck to take in the hulking mass that was the general his core skipped. Inferiority clawed at the back of his mind. But, those deep-set and kindly eyes helped easy the pressure he felt in the air. The extra security came as a surprise. Not that he'd expected the General to come alone. Just, he hadn't known what to expect. It wasn't until a gentle breeze flicked a bit of fur from his hood into his face that he realized there had been a pregnant pause. "O-Oh! No need to apologize. We don't often get visitors here at E.R.T.H.I.S.S," He gestured with an open palmed hand to the near skyscraper behind him. Fort the most part it was a tall metal structure in the center that branched out on the sides in a T shape. Snow caked into some parts of the building, haven eaten away at paint over the decades. The main entrance was a large yawning gate with an airsealed doorway-- posibly twice the General's side. Clearly built for quite the capacity. "Since I know this isn't a social call, I won't entertain the idea of giving you a grand tour. I'm sure you'd like to get out of the bitter cold." He quickly pulled out his holopad to note the arrival in his daily report," If you'll follow me, you can explain on the way inside." He turned after beckoning the General and his Soldiers. The heavy doors groaning as the opened to single room leading to another set of heavy doors. Once everyone was inside and the door behind closed with a clunk, the sound of air pressure releasing could be heard. After a quick scan that fallowed a disinfectant, the secondary doors opened, much smoother than the first with a whoosh. This would lead into the main Foyer. Vines could be seen growing on walls and if the eye drifted along them, would find their base in hydroponic planters of various size. Tall walls filled with different screens and drawers where tended to by págos-droids. This gave the illusion of being in an aquarium due to their design. As the center-piece surrounded by shelves, books, files, and several odd bobbles was the Curator's desk. The floating screen absent while not in use. True to the exterior size, there where many halls for access. Each with a different colored arrow leading through it and writing at the entrance of each in the same color, giving Title to what department that hall lead to.