You becken him to follow. You return to your cart, which contains the FIRE.
It is obvious that it came from the self-destruct mechanism.
He asks why it is not in the self-destruct, and you briefly ponder whether or not to tell him that it was merely the backup rods in case the primaries failed to do their task, but instead, you tell him that these rods are required to turn the life support back on. He is in awe of your knowledge of this facility, and he asks if he can come with you.
You explain that the hallways will get too hot, and unless he he has a suit that can handle the melting of lead he may not come.
Blankly staring for only a couple seconds, the individual merely asks that you return fast.
You give him a generous ETA, and you leave.
The trip is unnotable, and the heat of the AI-Core's radiance has expanded farther. You move to where the AI requested the FIRE. you move past dozens of dead drones, which turn to hundreds as you close into the make-shift repaired halls that lead to the central reactor. Your radiation alarm blips, especially on the floor. The floor is coated in radioactive dust, as is the walls and ceiling. You end up in front of an airlock, where a Frame, so very alike to yours but with a simple, enduring build to it; It is the superintendent of the reactor. It lies on the floor, it's legs crippled beyond function.
It moves to the cart which holds the FIRE. It connects itself and shivers in a royal sense of joy. It takes climbers on-top of the cart and brings it into the airlock before cycling in. a wireless transmission is thrown at you, and a combined footage show of the Superintendent removing the rods of FIRE and plugging it into the waiting reactor. After all of the rods are plugged in, The Reactor begins spinning up. the room shakes a little, and the first stage of the reactor flips on like a switch. you see a tiny, white little pin-prick of light through the door.
You leave the reactor room, and you recieve another transmission through the spoty connection of the facility.
It is of the AI, who is no less incoherent, but wild with excitement. It doesn't offer you anything like weapons or armor, because it must know what you plan on doing, perhaps.
It simply gives you an encrypted string of numbers, thousands of digits long.
A passcode to something important, it informs you. It simply doesn't know what it is though.
When you return to the ... "Person" at the self-destruct Entrance, the discussion was short and amounted to
"Come with me."
"Ok."
Perhaps he was a little disturbed by the flicker of light where the reactor had turned on, that could be seen from hundreds of meters away. Perhaps not.
He simply escorted you out of the facility, past the gaping excavation teams and the dozens and dozens of security personnel.
You can probably kill them all if you wanted.
It wasn't long before you were pushed into a shuttle along with whoever you were accompanied by, and sent upwards. the trip was only a little bumpy, but no one has decided to restrain you yet, as you merely pretend to be antsy, coming up with details for the story that you will tell them.
A. I am one of the few in on the secrets of Frames, I was put into a cryomaulosium just as the world was sieged. I worked as a machine designer, with an intricate knowledge of how a Yaerian Battle-Frame functioned. I even added capabilities to the War-Frames physical components. When I woke up, My casket was the only one that was not smashed inward. I am co-operative, terrified, observant and calculating. My stack is gone, and i don't know why.
B. I was given my name by the mother-machine. I was grown in a vat and then implanted with a set of memories that did not take properly. (I still took orders from the machines, as that is my nature.) My likeness is that of the last Yaerian Director, a sad sullen individual who had watched his species die. I don't have his memories, but I can pretend that I do, especially if I learn more of him and his past. They have vat-born as soldiers and individuals, they will accept me. I am confused, lost, complacent and accepting. I was not implanted with a Cortical Stack like any other Yaerian.
C. When the Facility collapsed from bombardment, My ancestors were numbered to 600. They worked together with the dying machines, even as they sputtered and went mad, smashing the cryomausoleums before dying out entirely. Only one empty casket was left working, and I was chosen to enter it some hundred or so years ago. I am curious, restless, demanding and at times sullen. I don't know what a cortical stack is, besides as a mark of the ancient dead.
D. Something more believable by the enemy? [fill in. It has to have a reason why you are the sole survivor as well as four words that describe your personality, for it will affect your interrogation. Explain why your non-existent cortical stack is not present.]
You could also come up with a name, perhaps.
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