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re_alignment_logs2013-04-24 08:54 pm
pasteurized) wrote in re_alignment_logs2013-04-24 08:54 pm
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Scarce to be Counted [closed]
Who: White Knight and Six. Rex can come too.
What:where the hell have they been all month Trying to get back on track after a potential disaster may or may not have been averted.
When: Now
Where: Their home base
Notes/Warnings: none
--
He'd been lucky.
Maybe.
White Knight was well aware of how someone changing form could radically alter their behavior. It was why Nanites were a threat of an apocalyptic scale. Absolutely anyone who was infected had the potential to transform and snap, losing their grip on their own sanity and going on a violent rampage. And absolutely everyone was infected. Now, even White was saddled with a daunting maybe. He'd lost control, himself, during that unicorn transformation -- allowed himself to get far too close and friendly to Six. Close enough for contamination. White brought a hand to his face as he thought about it, remembering how one of Six's canine teeth had breached the skin and drawn blood. Even that could have been enough for catastrophe.
He was no engineer by any means, but he'd managed to cobble together a device to detect the presence of Nanites not long after arrival. He had blueprints for all kinds of useful devices stored in the memory of his armor -- after all, he was nothing if not unprepared. He'd tested himself over and over, his fingers nearly numb from various blood samples he'd pricked out over the course of the last month. He had to be sure. He had to be completely sure. But without the high-quality Nanite-specific tech back in Providence, there was no one hundred percent guarantee, and the phrase margin of error echoed menacingly in his mind every time he stared at that negative readout.
Though White Knight didn't have a sterile room like the one back home, there was a room that was off limits to Six and Rex due to potential nanite contamination, and he kept it as immaculate as possible given the limited resources. This was where he spent most of his time now, watching the network and quietly taking in what information he could. They'd started a law committee. That was certainly big news -- though from personal experience, he found it more likely they were simply puppet rulers for the Firstforged. A divide between them and the people; a scapegoat for when things went wrong. He was all too familiar with the position... and how to circumvent the orders of one's superiors and do what's best for the people, not the minority in power.
White Knight thought that the law committee would be the perfect place for him... but not now. Not while there was still a chance that his judgment might be compromised.
After all, he didn't trust anything with nanites.
What:
When: Now
Where: Their home base
Notes/Warnings: none
--
He'd been lucky.
Maybe.
White Knight was well aware of how someone changing form could radically alter their behavior. It was why Nanites were a threat of an apocalyptic scale. Absolutely anyone who was infected had the potential to transform and snap, losing their grip on their own sanity and going on a violent rampage. And absolutely everyone was infected. Now, even White was saddled with a daunting maybe. He'd lost control, himself, during that unicorn transformation -- allowed himself to get far too close and friendly to Six. Close enough for contamination. White brought a hand to his face as he thought about it, remembering how one of Six's canine teeth had breached the skin and drawn blood. Even that could have been enough for catastrophe.
He was no engineer by any means, but he'd managed to cobble together a device to detect the presence of Nanites not long after arrival. He had blueprints for all kinds of useful devices stored in the memory of his armor -- after all, he was nothing if not unprepared. He'd tested himself over and over, his fingers nearly numb from various blood samples he'd pricked out over the course of the last month. He had to be sure. He had to be completely sure. But without the high-quality Nanite-specific tech back in Providence, there was no one hundred percent guarantee, and the phrase margin of error echoed menacingly in his mind every time he stared at that negative readout.
Though White Knight didn't have a sterile room like the one back home, there was a room that was off limits to Six and Rex due to potential nanite contamination, and he kept it as immaculate as possible given the limited resources. This was where he spent most of his time now, watching the network and quietly taking in what information he could. They'd started a law committee. That was certainly big news -- though from personal experience, he found it more likely they were simply puppet rulers for the Firstforged. A divide between them and the people; a scapegoat for when things went wrong. He was all too familiar with the position... and how to circumvent the orders of one's superiors and do what's best for the people, not the minority in power.
White Knight thought that the law committee would be the perfect place for him... but not now. Not while there was still a chance that his judgment might be compromised.
After all, he didn't trust anything with nanites.
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