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[That's surprising- he stares for a few moments, before shaking his head. Allagans.]

Good for us, then. What kind of sleepers are we talking about?

Well. Either a little security, or simply ones ready for transport. After all - this isn't the only Allag settlement. [ why does he know this why does he know so much
Nero puts his hand to G'raha, to lead him onwards. ]
You have been training, haven't you?

But here's where they were made.

[he nods, following.]

Of course! Even if I'm here mainly for the research- I did want to help in other ways.

Because of the power sources here. Not that I'm too aware of that, mind you.

[ He doesn't know how he knows this much, and it frightens him. ]

Good boy. Even with our charms, some people would rather take us down. Lucky we don't need to kill Xande, isn't it? [ a pause ] I wonder if I could raise a blade to him.

Right. The Tower was made to… gather power…? [he trails off, trying to think- that sounded familiar, but…

He perks up a little, tail waving.]

Hah- whatever comes, we'll take care of it! [and a hum, as he tilts his head.] You think- there's some manner of loyalty, there?

From tales I've read of the end of Xande, there was quite the rush of... rebellion. If you were royal, wouldn't you make your subjects loyal if you could?

[ A pause. Should he... ask to be put down if he fights back? No, he thought it was implied. ]

Not just to... gather power. Even if it was said to be involved with Dalamud, it was also where Allag ruled from. I wonder if it was due to Silvertear Lake - after all, Allag conquered even dragons.

…fffngh. It- makes sense, but…

[something in his stomach coils at the thought. God…]

It could be. Silvertear Lake's been regarded as the centre of the world for more than one reason.

Better worshipping technology then false deities. [ Nero snorts. After all, they're not meant to have minds. But his steps slow, as he sees a doorway. If G'raha was looking at his face, Nero is trying his best to focus. ]

I'd say the same for Silvertear, mind you.

[neither manages to sound very appealing, honestly, and he makes a very uncertain sound.]

Both can be rather… destructive, though. [he pauses, looking at Nero, and the doorway.] Something we should stay away from?

Oh- really?

[ Something they should keep away from? Nero would say yes, but it's like the words have vanished from his throat. Once again, he uses his breath to open the door...

...because it's where he's meant to be. It's a room full of deactivated robots, in various states of completion - the machines being jammed up from the paused and resumed time. (Amon was more concerned with the living being frozen properly.) But by the few complete, it was clear...

This was where Scaeva were made. ]

[G'raha stares- tail flicking, because gods, look at them all…]

Shite. They're all… is this where they were made? [it looks like it- a few complete robots, a lot more incomplete… He glances at Nero.]

Nero? Are you feeling all right?

[ It takes a while for Nero to respond - his eyes were wide. Of course it'd be near to the entrance - if they were to be sent elsewhere, according to that tomestone.

He slightly turned to G'raha, though - his body oddly serene. When he talks, though, there's none of that Nero snarkiness. ] It's proof. I am fine.

[ he is not fine he is terrified his brain feels like it's shutting down he can feel his fingers trembling and wanting to... work? ]

Are you? If I came across- copies of me, I don't think…

[he reaches out- trying to close his hand around Nero's wrist.]

Come on. There's- more to see, isn't there? They'll still be here when we reach the top.

[ But as he touched Nero, Nero suddenly slapped at him - robotically, moving back to staring.

Before he laughed. Even his laugh felt wrong. ]

I wonder how I escaped this fate? Did Emperor Xande have a favorite, hm?

[He makes a startled noise, pulling his hand back, ears pressing back. This feels wrong- so wrong…]

I don't know. I'd think- you were outside, at the time- so perhaps not. But- Nero, come on…

[he wants to go this is unpleasant]

[ Nero is screaming inside, as his body remains steady. If he could show any emotion, he would show this... but, no.

The robot steps more into the room, expression grim. ]

Many of these are nonviable for repair. However, parts may be salvaged to create more Scaeva-model repair bots, without imperfections.

[oh god he can't get any impression off Nero at all and he's starting to freak out, tail flicking, fluffed out. He doesn't want to go in there- but he doesn't want Nero going any further either, if he's honest.

He steps forward- leaning in to look at Nero.]

Okay. So we take some bits of these for help fix up your scratches and then get out of here.

[ Nero turns to look at him for a moment.

And then something seems to click in his mind, and-- ] Raha. [ It was G'raha here, right. He was simply being embarrassing. (Well, it made sense.)

He looked back to the... the Scaeva, closing his eyes. (It seemed his third eye also dimmed as he did, though.) ] We'll need to... there's still some who weren't connected. Gods, this is...

Nero? [okay he's- sounding better. Somewhat. G'raha's stance eases, and he looks to the robots as well.]

It's disturbing.

…point out one or two to me. We'll drag them out.

Disturbing is the least of it. They're not biological, at the very least.

[ He's trying to hide his fear again, though, his voice still wavering and sounding more robotic. But he does simply point to some nearby - some which are still fleshless, still looking only half-built. And then, he lets out a scoff. ] I wonder if I'll be able to re-use my... coverings?

… Haaaah. Yes, that's- that is something. [and let's stop thinking about that right now.]

Coverings- you mean-? [he gestures to his own arms, before going to try and start lugging one of the robots out.]

Yes. Of course it's not flesh. [ Nero says - trying to move to help. But his legs still feel like they're having trouble moving.

But he's made it, moving to help lug another of the robots out. Is this how he feels, Nero wonders. There's no power source inside them, it's fine. It's just a... dead him. ] I won't stand anything low-quality to replace it.

Well- that's good.

[G'raha stares at the robot bodies- and shivers, a little. It's still strange, to look at these uninhabited creations.] Well- we might be able to make something, or find a good replacement in time. But this'll do for now, won't it?

It will. Hah... imagine the look on Garlonds' face once he sees these? [ focus on that. focus on hatred and on getting the power of the void and not on the body nero is feeling isn't his is trying to move on its own

As they leave the room with some robots, the wall slams down - like it was never open. ]

That'll be something to see, all right.

[good? bad? they'll find out.

G'raha startles when the wall crashes down- turning to see that it's gone.] …well. That's one way of dealing with that…

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