#robot airforce

Dax snapped to attention at the sound of his Commanding Officer's voice coming from behind him. He'd been sure he was alone but if anyone should be able to sneak up on him, Camden would be one. There may have been a panic response.

"Sir! I had just been looking respectively and there hadn't been overt intentions to start I just meant to show appreciation but I have been working up the nerve to ask if she wanted to investigate possible hanky and/or panky activities!"

Aspis was staring intently at the screen, almost like she was trying to intimidate it into giving her the information she sought. Equal amounts of frustration and interest on her face as it stubbornly refused to explain itself.

She looked up at the greeting. “Commander Avianna! I’m glad to see you, I’ve been trying to work on this puzzle box weapon you passed along for us to clear.” Her face lit up, although it only showed if you knew what to look for. Her smile was slight, and her eyes still had an intensity about them. The easier trick was the rest of her body, her posture and body language telegraphed ‘I am around a friend that I like’ more readily than her face did.

”Honestly the thing gets more confusing every time we run it through the scanners. Based on the power supply and size, it should just be on par with a basic blaster, but the thing does so in too complicated a way for that to be all. There’s something missing, I think it connects to something else.”

~Continued from {x}

In the maintenance hanger, both its current occupiers would quickly look up from what they’d been doing to the new voice apparently requesting tours of all things.

The taller of the two sibling reploids would almost jump to attention having taken the opportunity for a quick break out of the way of prying eyes, the book he’d been reading clapping shut and slid on to the table.

The other smaller of the two would grunt in confusion, rolling herself out from underneath the large fighter jet she’d been working on. The loose boiler suit and parts of her face smudged intermittently with oil and other machine workings.

“I don’t recognise your face, which probably means you’re probably not supposed to be in here signore.” The stern tone of the smaller female reploid would reprimand, placing her tools down and sitting back up to look at the new comer.

“Hey, take it easy Avi. He’s probably lost. Not the first time a new private has taken a more creative route.” Reed would adjust his shades to take a look at the new face. “Afraid we’re not the tour guides you might be looking for, but my sister has a point. You probably shouldn’t be in here. Want me to show you to reception?”

Oh, the naivety of the younger reploid shone so bright amongst the cautiousness of the other, who had decided having her wrench to hand wasn’t such a bad idea.

Short indeed, for she was barely over half his height. Regardless, the way she squared herself up, staring up at him without fear told the Maverick two things: the lady reploid had no idea what he was, and that he would have much entertainment toying with her. 

Lucky for the two of them, lying about being new to their forces was not in his code book, but-- Avoiding the truth was still on the table.  “Not supposed to be here? Maybe I am lost.” Not a falsity, for he didn’t know this carrier. “But yes, your direction would be greatly appreciated.” 

Most of Dax’s mission thus far had been prepwork; learning the area, familiarizing himself with the flow of traffic.....getting casual wear. Things seemed mostly normal, but the VIP he was helping protect had only just arrived. It was time to put that prep to use.

Without armor, he’d look like just another reploid trying to relax on the beach. Folding chair, cooler full of etanks, umbrella to keep the sun down. His gun was hiding in the cooler, and the beach umbrella had been rigged up to serve as an extra antennae, allowing him to fulfill his recon mission by the harmless looking task of sitting on the beach all day.

Unless anything goes wrong, of course.

"Mhmm... Sí. Molto Bello. Continua." She would comment with a casual flap of her fan.