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    Site 47 | Research Wing

    Bandit didn't say much else as he gave a nod and halfhearted wave to Soane as he entered the room.

    The green gas man took a few steps into the room and looked around, as if he was looking for anything possibly dangerous. He didn't say much at all until he spotted the lone scientist in the back. The scientist seemed a little too preoccupied with another experiment at the moment to notice Bandit. Prompting the little green gas fellow to make a noise as if he was clearing a throat he likely didn't actually have. Bandit then spoke. "Um.... Hello? I'm here for.... testing or something."

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      Site 47 | Research Wing

      "An evaluation of sorts, yes." the scientist spoke as they finished their work, scribbling down some notes on a datapad of sorts before fully turning their attention to the cloud-like being, giving them their first full look at the scientist in question. Their general body structure and face made it hard to tell an immediate gender, though one could easily note their features being quite sharp, their brown hair well-kept and short, and most notably, their eyes, synthetic in nature, internal optics narrowing as they looked up and down at Bandit, the faint red glow they emitted being somewhat intimidating in combination with their height, dwarfing the gas-bag.

      "Greetings. I apologize if I looked distracted, but I was finishing up a study." they started. "My name is Matis Draem. I imagine you have places you'd like to be, so if you would please sit down, we can get started." the doctor's voice was quite cold and professional in tone, betraying no emotion as they grabbed a notepad and pencil, sitting down themselves as they gestured to the chair opposite them.



      Sometimes when you're driving down a road, a bug hits your windshield. It's ugly and unpleasant, but you just activate the wipers / cleaning fluid and it's gone in a few seconds. It's just part of driving down the road. You don't dwell on it, because that'd be silly. Bugs aren't worth the time.

      You just discard their guts and keep on driving.

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        Site 47 | Research Wing

        From the way they seemed to practically tower over him, right down to their faintly glowing red eyes and the way this scientist stared at Bandit. It was safe to say that Bandit was feeling quite anxious in front of them. Their sharp stare for a moment made Bandit feel like he was going to remember something. Like he's been on the receiving end of a similarly sharp, analytical gaze from someone else. For a moment he almost felt like he was in trouble or something. Like he broke some sort of rule. In the end however his mind was drawing blanks, and he completely forgot about that nagging feeling in the back of his head as he quickly scurried over to the chair and sat down, still looking a little more than nervous.

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          Site 47 | Research Wing

          While there wasn't exactly a face to look at, Matis could easily tell the cloud's anxiety from their movements, the antsy nature, unconscious movements, and numerous other smaller hints that Matis had learned to pick up on over the years.

          "Calm yourself, you need not worry." Matis's voice shifted somewhat, shrouding their professionalism with a somewhat soothing tone, a facade that was near indistinguishable from an actual caring voice.

          "All I need for you to do is answer some questions for now as best as you can, alright?" Matis affirmed. "If you don't know something, just say so. First question: What is your name, or what do other people call you?"



          Sometimes when you're driving down a road, a bug hits your windshield. It's ugly and unpleasant, but you just activate the wipers / cleaning fluid and it's gone in a few seconds. It's just part of driving down the road. You don't dwell on it, because that'd be silly. Bugs aren't worth the time.

          You just discard their guts and keep on driving.

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            Oceans of cali
            ((Well well.... looks like I struck a damn nerve... heh, this should be fun to scare the rest of the men that haven't met me. I'm guessing that means the thing I saw was in fact his intended target.))

            She closes her eyes as she is thinking this, as her demeanor begins to slowly shift towards her more... cold persona. She starts to seemingly become almost a different person from the view of an outside perspective and the feel from her would seem almost... off. Her eyes would open and they seem almost like a cold and calculating killer, prepared to search for it's next victim. She gives a cold smirk towards his direction before giving a simple and emotionless, "Oh? YOU want information from me? Okay. I'll explain all that I saw then, giving you a full run down of what I could see from my distance." before going on about how far off, the speed they must've been travelling, which directions she could see the trees fall in which order they fell. She also left out all of the things she was doing in the meantime so that he wouldn't get ticked off more than he already was. This probably would've taken quite a bit of time explaining considering she was trying to remember things that would've stuck out to her, but she would eventually get through the whole thing and look over to him.

            "was that enough of an explaination for you, 013?" She says back in her cutesy persona, seemingly instant.
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            "If I cut the strings that held me hostage would i fall and shatter?"

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              Project Esper Bunker

              Ceres looked down at the soldiers from above. They were about a kilometer away from where all the action was happening. Close enough to keep track of the soldiers as a whole, but not close enough to give them orders. Not as specific as she wanted them to be anyway. While it was true that she preferred to keep her distance, that only applied if she could actually take aim at the target. No such luck with all the trees in the way. The next best option? Being down on the ground. Preferably with her optical camouflage, and doing the work herself. Unfortunately for her, that wasn't an option either. Sidna had given her a clear message that she would not put herself in harm's way if not needed. Thus there she was, on lookout for something interesting.

              "Got any binoculars with thermal vision around this ship?" she asked around her. Maybe she could spot something interesting if she saw the world differently?

              "You sure? It will likely be just as useless as your normal vision soon," one of the soldiers replied. Despite that, he still moved towards some boxes which Ceres assumed contained the binoculars.

              "But they won't be useless right now. Might as well take advantage of that small window". She tried to sound confident. It was just a lie though. In truth, she just wanted to kill time.

              "Here you go," the soldier said while handing her the binoculars. "Just ask if you're unsure about the settings."

              Ceres took the binoculars and eyed all the different settings. Normal operation, thermal imaging, night vision, and more. It even had a digital mode. That could maybe come in handy later.

              Before she got any further, the radio kicked in. "Status update to Ceres, we've breached into the circular room, and are getting ready to place more charges to break into the main bunker. We recorded the audio of the charges going off, and we're hoping you could use them to better analyze the structure of the base."

              "Sure, just upload the files, and I'll take a look at them. No promises though." She said. In truth, she would just hand over the files to Sidna and let her to the processing.
              Born in the light.
              Molded in the dark
              .

              Never Forget,
              Keep Fighting.
              –Don't Forget.
              Always, somewhere,
              someone is fighting for you.
              –As long as you remember her,
              you are not alone.

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