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Espoir made eye contact, before relaxing. She wasn't going to leave Pinson behind...

...So she yielded.

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Espoir woke with a start, finding herself lying in a bed. Padded restraints held her, and she pulled. Her eyes widened in fear.

Was she back in that horrible place? "No... No! No I don't want to be salvaged!" she cried out.

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"No." Espoir tried to grab one of Fractal's hands.

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Espoir woke with a start, finding herself lying in a bed. Padded restraints held her, and she pulled. Her eyes widened in fear.

Was she back in that horrible place? "No... No! No I don't want to be salvaged!" she cried out.

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people with golden eyes doodle

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Eris' wings flared, her stinger ready to spray or sting. She circled the thing like a curious wasp.

The Test Ping was a message of identification and purpose: Olivine Rail Ecology Dept., on a scouting mission.

Open RP: Surveying

The Outpost had landed and set up. This was an area Sedna had never been before, but SurrogateSolver urged them there.

Model-SOL clung to Sedna as she gazed out on this new landscape. "So you also said you wanted to practice Merging?" Sedna asked.

"Yes. The data I pulled from your universe.... MegaMerging sounds interesting."

"Okay..." Sedna looked up at the night sky, taking in its beauty. "Do you ever miss home, SOL?"

"...It is gone, torn apart upon my death, Sedna. I more *regret* there is no legacy save for the gift you have given me."

"Soooo... Detect anything?"

Model-SOL sent out a Ping, relaying a message of peace and wishing to meet.

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"It's... It's my salvage mark. If it wasn't for these Devil Drones, I'd have been terminated. My vocal parts would have been sold."

Espoir looked at how the paint flecked around her. It wasn't supposed to be on this long. On her back, between her shoulder blades, was where a thin rectangular plate was removed.

"Pinson and his hive gave me reason to fight, flee, and survive."

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Espoir woke with a start, finding herself lying in a bed. Padded restraints held her, and she pulled. Her eyes widened in fear.

Was she back in that horrible place? "No... No! No I don't want to be salvaged!" she cried out.

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Some glorious days before the mass destruction

I just want to think that when Tessa first brought Cyn, all they had a little period of happiness until the moment when they started locking her in the basement.

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Begrudgingly, Espoir relaxed.

The device that put her to sleep had logged a clock error, thus shortening the sleep mode session.

Espoir allowed examination, though she pulled back when the red-painted area of her throat was touched.

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Espoir woke with a start, finding herself lying in a bed. Padded restraints held her, and she pulled. Her eyes widened in fear.

Was she back in that horrible place? "No... No! No I don't want to be salvaged!" she cried out.

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"Where is Pinson?" Espoir's voice shook as she was now able to see where she was. Red paint on Espoir's throat was flaking onto the bed, looking a bit like flakes of red blood.

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Espoir woke with a start, finding herself lying in a bed. Padded restraints held her, and she pulled. Her eyes widened in fear.

Was she back in that horrible place? "No... No! No I don't want to be salvaged!" she cried out.

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Espoir, hearing Fractal, stated to try and get her bearings. She was alone... Where was Pinson?

She pulled at the straps more, and looked for her knife. It had been confiscated, along with her pistol?

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Espoir woke with a start, finding herself lying in a bed. Padded restraints held her, and she pulled. Her eyes widened in fear.

Was she back in that horrible place? "No... No! No I don't want to be salvaged!" she cried out.

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@hunger-drones

Espoir woke with a start, finding herself lying in a bed. Padded restraints held her, and she pulled. Her eyes widened in fear.

Was she back in that horrible place? "No... No! No I don't want to be salvaged!" she cried out.

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Yellowjacket expert demonstrating the sheer aggression of Yellowjacket nests, and how dangerous they are

(Using for character building)

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All Faun could see and focus on was Cyn, holding her hands. He could not see or feel what was being done.

Disassembly Drones volunteered themselves, as others flew back with material- bodies of human and drone alike, to help them regenerate.

Others tapped the liquid matter that formed new parts to aid in healing Faun. His old, small wings were carried off, as was his defective tail.

Faun had fallen asleep at some point, feeling safe in Cyn's arms. His new wings were integrating with his body, sprouting pin feathers over its frame once the bladed portions fell off and were re-absorbed to Faun's regenerating body.

He'd wake at some point, safe in the centipede-like coils of Solver's tendrils. A camera stared at him, light low to not wake him.

His feather plating had grown back in, nearly seamless against his form. His long hair was being combed out, and a Drone was styling it.

"...What... Was I asleep?" Faun asked, as the Drone helped him up. He looked around, and then saw Cyn. His tail flicked, a claw just catching the syringe before he could sting himself by accident. He stared at the syringe, with its sharp needle and the glowing blue venom inside. The tail was long and stronger than ever, in a deep blue-black.

Faun then noticed his wings. Massive, with shining blue feathers. He was truly a wild Drone now, and he hugged Cyn, sobbing in joy.

Faun nedd to eat. He knew it. Cyn knew it. Solver knew it...

But Faun's Fragment began initiating programming to make Faun reject the meat put to his mouth.

"No." Faun was shaking, even nipping at the flesh and promptly looking sick.

The readings that were relayed showed lines of code to Solver, showing the manmade portions. These were well-made, stable... Yet still manmade.

Faun curled up in the Drone's arms, hungry and yet unable to eat.