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"You saw nothing?" Disappointment laced the scientists voice that he did not have the first-hand account that he had hoped he might have gotten. "The battle didn't wipe the planet clean. My specimen did that. I understand why they would have no interest in a synthetic, but I can't comprehend why they didn't get to you. Blind luck?" Sighing the scientist leaned forward, chair creaking beneath his weight as he did so. "It truly is a shame that you know nothing." Folding his hands together he glanced at his synth. "But perhaps you can still be of use to science. I would quite like to see the specimen in action."

Starfield: The Colony War (closed)

Continued from X

"Evil? Would that be because human morals have aesthetics?" He had always found human dilemma to be quite amusing. It was quite simple to him. But then what did he know? Someone had programmed him to be simple. He never quite knew if his thoughts were his own or if they belonged to someone else. "Very well, Captain. I can tend to your ship for you until you've decided what to do with me." It was a relief in its own way. His programming had him itching to get back to work. "Danger is of little consequence to me. I can always be repaired."

"I apologize for being an inconvenience, David." He folded his hands behind his back and regarded the security that had complained about him being a nuisance. "Yes, a UC scientist sent me here to aid the miners but I'm afraid I seem to have failed that directive." A shame as he had no intentions of causing trouble. He had been sent here to aid the miners not to get in their way. Although... it was entirely possible the UC was cutting costs by using him in certain areas. "My own directive? My own directive..." It was a curious request and one that he had never really considered or been asked before. "I should like to help humanity, David. However, I may, but I'm afraid I may be scrapped for failing my previous directive."

"You're the one that suggested everyone ran." He quickly tugged some bandages from the fallen pack of another soldier and quickly wrapped his hand. "But we have bigger problems." Whatever that was it was close and there was nobody else to respond to it. That suggested to him that there wasn't anybody left at all. So, what had killed them all? Some new weapon? Had something come along to scavenge bodies? Somehow, he had a feeling that they didn't want to be out here amongst the dead when it came scavenging. Didn't want to smell like the dead either.

Starfield: The Colony War (closed)

Continued from X

I am NOT mutual exclusive.

If you want to interact with me but I do not follow you, that is okay. Feel free to put something in my ask box, ask for a starter, anything. I do NOT mind. And  if it works out, I’ll follow you back anyway.

WHAT LOW ACTIVITY & SLOW REPLY MEANS:

it means i want to be here, i really do 

it means that i have, whether i like it or not, more important things to do than roleplay at the moment

it means that replies are going to sit for a moment

WHAT IT DOESN’T MEAN:

that i care any less

that i don’t want to talk / plot with you

that you aren’t allowed to IM me or ask for my disco

Sometimes Tumblr has to take a back burner, and that’s fine! Roleplay will still be here when we get back. So take that day to yourself. Don’t worry about drafts. Don’t worry about how “slow” you are being. Everything is okay!

WWI

Friendly reminder that as devastating as THAT scene is, y'all better leave Kaitlyn Dever THE FUCK alone. Hate Abby all you want, but Kaitlyn is an actress and a real human. Do NOT repeat what happened to Laura Bailey. Okay thx bye

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