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There was an excited hum that escaped the reploid. When was the last time he had truly experienced what the others referred to as a vacation? Most of the Archivist’s time was spent looking for ways to be more efficient, so much so that on occasion his co-workers(once upon a time when he had them) would lug mountains of their unwanted work onto him. Not that he paid it much mind.
“Its… odd. I’m not used to the sensation of being with free time. Even when it appeared I was idle, I was working on a project for the facilities benefit. I suppose I just never fully comprehended it as an option.” He said solemnly. Despite his tone there was a smile on his face. “To think, an organic organism could be replicated with such accuracy to fit in with todays standards– I’m very excited to meet these creatures.”
“Work hyperfocus is something that hits us all.” Aspis nodded, very familiar with the mixed blessing and curse it brings. Considering how much work it took to get her own boss to take breaks this Archivist was being pretty compliant and easygoing about it.
“We should probably get going though. Do you need a hand with your things?”
The arctic archivist looked like he was about to fall over as he stood there listening to the giantess. He was surprised that she was so lenient about the subject and hadn’t a clue about her inner musings. The main reason he was so easy about this sort of thing was, well, he’d describe it himself as a need for more interaction. “Uh... I wouldn’t want to impose, the are my things after all.” he was slow to answer,” But! if you’re offering I’d be glad for the help.”
no need to stir the amazon up into forcing her help onto him. Was there?
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.”
“So that is why we could not find any matches in other databases either…” General mused, his joints softly clanking together as he raised an oversized hand to his chin in consideration. “Your search engine is certainly sophisticated.” He complimented, briefly glancing back to Xel'xe.
“Now… What manner of reploids do these schematics belong to?”
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.
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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.”
General zoomed-in his optics in order to better see what was on the screens.
So far these results seemed promising. The fact that only a small handful turned up could significantly narrow down the search.
His attention was quickly drawn to Xel'xe’s comment though, which caused his whiskers to perk slightly in curiosity.
“What is it?” He questioned.
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.”

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“I could probably use the help. After all the págos-droids aren’t exactly suitable for combat. They have some defensive capability but are mostly for support tasks around the facility.” Xel explained to the large Valkyrie. Paging through his holo-pad with his index finger. The device was away once he was sure the droids where working at max efficiency to make up for his absence. “Also I do love taking things apart to learn what makes them tick. Its a good way to get data on the functionality and deduce possible upgrades. I’ve mostly done it for the data, but the pad I used used to be standard issue and now thanks to taking it apart, applying some extra data from parts of the facility, and adding my own flair to the schematics, I can run the entire facility remotely!”
Aspis was already idly running some numbers in her head on how much time it would take her to crack the main door, but she didn’t want to get too invested in the topic. She’d look into it if she was assigned it as a task…the last thing she wanted was to get deep into the numbers only to find out that there would be no chance to test things.
“Glad to hear it. Aside from a meeting with the Commander, your invite aboard is unstructured and open ended, so once we’re up there you can stay until you are ready to return. Plenty of time to….site-see.”
Aspis wasn’t going to just out and openly say “Play with the catbots” She just had to hope the Archivist remembered his goals.
There was an excited hum that escaped the reploid. When was the last time he had truly experienced what the others referred to as a vacation? Most of the Archivist’s time was spent looking for ways to be more efficient, so much so that on occasion his co-workers(once upon a time when he had them) would lug mountains of their unwanted work onto him. Not that he paid it much mind. “Its... odd. I’m not used to the sensation of being with free time. Even when it appeared I was idle, I was working on a project for the facilities benefit. I suppose I just never fully comprehended it as an option.” He said solemnly. Despite his tone there was a smile on his face. “To think, an organic organism could be replicated with such accuracy to fit in with todays standards-- I’m very excited to meet these creatures.”
“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.
“Actually, I would just like for you to insert this device.” General said, extending one of his giant hands to Xel'xe. He rolled the box to his middle-fingertip so that it would be easier to reach.
“It is too small and fragile for my grasp.” He added.
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.
“I do.” General replied.
Before approaching the lectern, he opened his hand and briefly considered the box resting in his palm.
“…I will need assistance with inputting this scan data. My hands are much too large to use this terminal.” He said, looking back to Xel'xe.
“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.
fallingprotector:
knowledgekeeperofthegate:
fallingprotector:
“Wait. Please tell me you didn’t just compare me to the transportation of goods. I’m a bot just like everybody else– not some random crate of supplies you need to lug from point A to point B. Isn’t there some kinder way to phrase that? Perhaps I’m reading to into it. I am after all in a craft flying to a larger craft– therefore transport is being properly used in this case. But she did equate this to a mission. Missions tend to involve various variables including transportation of goods and or personal. Did I jump to conclusions? Perhaps I should quickly apologize to save face.” As the arctic bot continued to speak his words began to fade. They kept going until nothing more than rambling mumbles under his breath. It wasn’t until his audio sensors picked up the query that his thought bubble snapped. “Oh! I haven’t much combat experience to make a true assessment. At the facility we have simulated situations for us to prepare for such. However majority of the bases for my claim is on what I’ve read in recorded air craft carrier information provided..” “as well as a few schematics.” He tacked on the end under his breath.
There really wasn’t anything Aspis could do but let the bunny bot run out of steam as he muttered. He seemed to be self-soothing, and talked himself out of….whatever the hells that was. But she’d still try to clarify to help.
“The way the mission briefing for this reads on paper is that I’m transporting a VIP (you) from here to the carrier so you can meet with my higherups, because that was a convenient and useful main objective we came up with to give you a chance to sightsee…..Maybe while you’re up there talking with the Commander we could offer input on your facility security. Simulations are good and all, but nothing beats getting your hands on and trying to take it apart yourself”
There probably wasn’t a threat in that one.
“I could probably use the help. After all the págos-droids aren’t exactly suitable for combat. They have some defensive capability but are mostly for support tasks around the facility.” Xel explained to the large Valkyrie. Paging through his holo-pad with his index finger. The device was away once he was sure the droids where working at max efficiency to make up for his absence. “Also I do love taking things apart to learn what makes them tick. Its a good way to get data on the functionality and deduce possible upgrades. I’ve mostly done it for the data, but the pad I used used to be standard issue and now thanks to taking it apart, applying some extra data from parts of the facility, and adding my own flair to the schematics, I can run the entire facility remotely!”
//I’m not saying this is canon. I’m saying it is within the realm of possibilities if Xel’xe keeps unintentionally talking shit.

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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.
"Of course.” General replied calmly.
Approaching the scanner, he carefully got down on one knee, his heavy tassets clunking together noisily.
He reached his free hand out to the scanner, but seemed to pause briefly, before lightly pressing his finger against it.
He wasn’t entirely sure if this ‘hand’ scanner would accept this input, but his DNA should still be readable from his fingertip.
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.
fallingprotector:
knowledgekeeperofthegate:
“sounds like this commander may have needed to put in adjustments and or requests far in advance to the naming committee getting their hands on the paperwork.” His tongue poked at his upper lip. Seemingly as the corporal spoke he was transcribing everything in a detailed report into his pad. Clearly planning on filing it in the proper spot upon mission completion. “Sky vessels are hard to keep track of without regulated landing procedures for upkeep and maintenance.” He fired as if a fact he had pulled from the network. Tone shifting a bit,“ And even then, there are ways to keep inspections confidential. That would account for a large craft not being on file. Especially if the registry is kept as such among crew personnel only. With what information I’ve gleamed so far however, I am under the impression that all repairs take place airborne.” The arctic reploid tripped on his tongue. biting it slightly and feeling the fluids in his face grow warm. Hoping not to lose face despite the fact that he had, much to his chagrin, rambled on there. A hint of wonder filled his voice as he’d never been around anyone combat rated before,“ So you’ve used your craft for combat before or you are certified for combat? Because if you’ll pardon me for not thinking your vessel is worthy of surviving a well aimed and strong enough blast.”
“That’s the thing about ‘strong enough’. Everything has its breaking point. This vessel isn’t specifically suited towards direct combat but it’s sturdy and still has some punch. I haven’t personally taken this plane into combat, as it is on the newer side, but I’ve flown similar into hot zones. GIven that this mission is more of a simple transport than a combat one, this was deemed a suitable choice.”
She looked at the smaller reploid, sizing him up. “I’m curious to know what experience you have that you’d making that assessment with.”
“Wait. Please tell me you didn’t just compare me to the transportation of goods. I’m a bot just like everybody else-- not some random crate of supplies you need to lug from point A to point B. Isn’t there some kinder way to phrase that? Perhaps I’m reading to into it. I am after all in a craft flying to a larger craft-- therefore transport is being properly used in this case. But she did equate this to a mission. Missions tend to involve various variables including transportation of goods and or personal. Did I jump to conclusions? Perhaps I should quickly apologize to save face.” As the arctic bot continued to speak his words began to fade. They kept going until nothing more than rambling mumbles under his breath. It wasn’t until his audio sensors picked up the query that his thought bubble snapped. “Oh! I haven’t much combat experience to make a true assessment. At the facility we have simulated situations for us to prepare for such. However majority of the bases for my claim is on what I’ve read in recorded air craft carrier information provided..” “as well as a few schematics.” He tacked on the end under his breath.
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.”
“I understand.“ General replied with a small nod. Then he turned to his men.
“Bring me the scan data.“ He commanded. One of the soldiers stepped forward and took out a rectangular box, which he raised up to be within his leader’s reach. General carefully scooped it up in one of his giant hands, his armored fingers encasing the object.
"All of you must remain in the lobby as Mr.Attis has requested.” He ordered. “Yes, sir!” The soldiers replied, saluting in unison.
General then turned back to Xel'xe. “…May we proceed?”
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.
The Unexpected[closed-RP started]
It had been several hours into the day. The Hydroponic-Arboretum was at maximum efficiency, págos-droids where uploading data into the mainframe, and Xel was tacking away a recent report on one specimen that they had managed to multiply the seed count of. It felt to him like being in a stasis bubble. Alert! Alert! A flashing folder appeared on the holoscreen. A singular new piece of mail in the inbox. HIGH PRIORITY, it read. So of course the reploid ventured to open it. Tentatively cautious and hopeful that it wasn’t too serious. A lump formed in his throat. The General. The General of Repliforce was coming to the facility. The body of the letter was vague. “To the Erthiss Facility, We are in need of your resources for a recent mission. Be prepared receive us as soon as you are able. We will be at the facility in a few cycles. The General” If he drank coffee, which he did not, it would have been covering his screen by this point after a dramatic spit take. Quick to his feet to make for the entrance. He hailed several págos-droids on his way. It had been a while since the last visit so the landing pad outside was in need of defrosting. Snow howled harshly. Towering metal scratched by the claws of hoarfrost. Virr-PShh. A pair of doors opened to a large decompression chamber allowing a small figure out. While he commanded his droids to prepare the landing pad he opened an open channel to the rest inside the faculty, putting out a high-alert. It wasn’t often top-brass visited.
After some time, a resonating droning sound rose above the howling of the wind. Metallic fins began to cut through the clouds above, before the form of a great hammerhead shark descended from the sky. As it drew closer, ice and frost could be seen lightly coating its metal plating.
The droning of its engine became even louder as it approached the landing pad, its propulsion blowing back some of the airborne snow as it moved into position.
Finally, it touched down, and its engine grew quiet.
After a moment, a ramp lowered from the underside of the airship, and four soldiers stepped out in an orderly manner. Their red-and-white armor and pointed flight caps indicated that they were from Repliforce’s Air Force division.
Then, General emerged from the ship.
As he strode up to where Xel'xe stood, the soldiers took their positions; two walking beside him and two that followed behind. General himself was unfazed by the freezing winds which battered against his thick golden armor. Each of his heavy steps sent a small quake through the ground, which became most noticeable as he drew near.
“Greetings, Mr. Attis.” General said, once he was within speaking distance. His voice was very deep and carried well. “I must apologize for visiting on such short notice. The matter is somewhat urgent.”
Although he was a rather imposing reploid, his dark brown optics were deep-set and kindly.
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.
General curiously glanced over his surroundings as he entered the facility. He was certainly impressed by the sheer size of the place. Not even Repliforce headquarters had ceilings this high, and it had been specially designed around his giant stature. The facility also seemed to contain a vast amount of information and specimens - likely more than he could even fathom.
As the soldiers continued along, they each pulled down the white scarves that covered their faces now that they were out of the biting cold. Still, they remained completely silent as their leader continued the discussion.
“We have come here in search of obscure reploid schematics.” General began. “There is an extremely dangerous maverick that has been a thorn in Repliforce’s side for two weeks now, and my scientists have been unable to analyze him to discover his weakness. This is not because he possesses advanced reploid DNA, but because he is so superhumanly agile that it is impossible to completely scan him.”
“We have searched multiple databases for common schematics that may match our fragmented data, but so far we have been unsuccessful. When we broadened our search, we eventually discovered your facility as a potential lead.” General 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."
For those wondering
Here is a full render of what Xel'xe Looks like in the megaman setting. Art by me.

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The Unexpected[closed-RP started]
It had been several hours into the day. The Hydroponic-Arboretum was at maximum efficiency, págos-droids where uploading data into the mainframe, and Xel was tacking away a recent report on one specimen that they had managed to multiply the seed count of. It felt to him like being in a stasis bubble. Alert! Alert! A flashing folder appeared on the holoscreen. A singular new piece of mail in the inbox. HIGH PRIORITY, it read. So of course the reploid ventured to open it. Tentatively cautious and hopeful that it wasn't too serious. A lump formed in his throat. The General. The General of Repliforce was coming to the facility. The body of the letter was vague. "To the Erthiss Facility, We are in need of your resources for a recent mission. Be prepared receive us as soon as you are able. We will be at the facility in a few cycles. The General" If he drank coffee, which he did not, it would have been covering his screen by this point after a dramatic spit take. Quick to his feet to make for the entrance. He hailed several págos-droids on his way. It had been a while since the last visit so the landing pad outside was in need of defrosting. Snow howled harshly. Towering metal scratched by the claws of hoarfrost. Virr-PShh. A pair of doors opened to a large decompression chamber allowing a small figure out. While he commanded his droids to prepare the landing pad he opened an open channel to the rest inside the faculty, putting out a high-alert. It wasn't often top-brass visited.
After some time, a resonating droning sound rose above the howling of the wind. Metallic fins began to cut through the clouds above, before the form of a great hammerhead shark descended from the sky. As it drew closer, ice and frost could be seen lightly coating its metal plating.
The droning of its engine became even louder as it approached the landing pad, its propulsion blowing back some of the airborne snow as it moved into position.
Finally, it touched down, and its engine grew quiet.
After a moment, a ramp lowered from the underside of the airship, and four soldiers stepped out in an orderly manner. Their red-and-white armor and pointed flight caps indicated that they were from Repliforce's Air Force division.
Then, General emerged from the ship.
As he strode up to where Xel'xe stood, the soldiers took their positions; two walking beside him and two that followed behind. General himself was unfazed by the freezing winds which battered against his thick golden armor. Each of his heavy steps sent a small quake through the ground, which became most noticeable as he drew near.
"Greetings, Mr. Attis." General said, once he was within speaking distance. His voice was very deep and carried well. "I must apologize for visiting on such short notice. The matter is somewhat urgent."
Although he was a rather imposing reploid, his dark brown optics were deep-set and kindly.
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 Unexpected[closed-RP started]
It had been several hours into the day. The Hydroponic-Arboretum was at maximum efficiency, págos-droids where uploading data into the mainframe, and Xel was tacking away a recent report on one specimen that they had managed to multiply the seed count of. It felt to him like being in a stasis bubble. Alert! Alert! A flashing folder appeared on the holoscreen. A singular new piece of mail in the inbox. HIGH PRIORITY, it read. So of course the reploid ventured to open it. Tentatively cautious and hopeful that it wasn't too serious. A lump formed in his throat. The General. The General of Repliforce was coming to the facility. The body of the letter was vague. "To the Erthiss Facility, We are in need of your resources for a recent mission. Be prepared receive us as soon as you are able. We will be at the facility in a few cycles. The General" If he drank coffee, which he did not, it would have been covering his screen by this point after a dramatic spit take. Quick to his feet to make for the entrance. He hailed several págos-droids on his way. It had been a while since the last visit so the landing pad outside was in need of defrosting. Snow howled harshly. Towering metal scratched by the claws of hoarfrost. Virr-PShh. A pair of doors opened to a large decompression chamber allowing a small figure out. While he commanded his droids to prepare the landing pad he opened an open channel to the rest inside the faculty, putting out a high-alert. It wasn't often top-brass visited.