Valorum closes the door to his room and listens attentively to 7-4-1-N-7-3-D as it speaks, his only movement being the swirl of his Essence within and around his body. The Vodyani chuckles good-naturedly when the Sower mentions it 'not being a simple Sower like the others', and replies:

"Nobody on this ship is 'simple' in any sense, my friend. I'm beginning to think those not Dust-touched are a minority on this ship. Regardless, none of the crew will hear of your nature from me...but what is this matter of a suspicious person onboard?"

"I understand, First Officer. It was simply my intention to remain alert and prepared for any attack. Being prepared for a fight is not a bad idea, especially when jumping into a system blind."

Decius nonverbally sends a message through ship comms to the engineering department inquiring about the payload of the drone. It wasn't possible to calculate the propellant and such for a rocket if it wasn't yet measured in the firing tube. The red and green rockets he had already measured precisely with his own sensors, however a probe must be specialized in small ways for different missions.

Decius thinks momentarily about Ylona's comment, pausing his various remote checks to crane his head toward Ylona from the small pit.

"I am unsure how a crew member would make such a well constructed replica. That and the fact that no drones were authorized to enter the bridge at this time leads me to believe that the drone is indeed a Sower. I have been curious for some time why no one else seemed to notice its individuality."

Decius turns back to the console, a glint of humor in his cold red eyes.

"However, if you wish to not see video of yourself, I would suggest you talk to Martin, the IT junkie. He has acess to all of the cameras and recordings. There are some recordings of your episode on the system that I would suggest you have stricken from the record."

((Color isn't showing up in my posts for me. Same problem for you guys? All my dialogue is colored in edit, not posted view.))

All ongoing thought patterns reset in the sowers mind , it was thrown off track by this comment , knowing that the Vodyani was right.

It started to run new simulations and changed thought patterns .

<What has changed? How much am I like I was before i was infected with dust? How can I even tell , my whole way of thinking changed since then.>

After a long delay the machine responded , it spoke slowly  "I can not say , but i am sure that it enhanced my way to see problems , i try to solve them in different angles , but i don`t know more , i don´t know if my already though chassis was further improved .I am sure that my precision and speed is the same. "

Despite what it said it was not sure.

Everything was calm. The room was cool. A machine quietly hummed and the gentle stream of water from the aquariums that Laudmas installed comforted the ear-drums.

Laudmas was in harmony. He sat cross-legged on his “bed” while the machine next to it poured energy into him. The experience was almost akin to organics eating food but it was much, much cleaner. The robot meditated as his power was being restored. Wispy gas would leave from parts of his body from time to time. It was as if Laudmas was in a dream. Everything was calm..

But not for much longer. The beep of a message jerked him from the robot’s slumber. He breathed in, and then more gas left from his body. Wires were unplugged from him and he stood up.

It was time for work and while he wished that he would have had more time for rest, he was quite contempt for another opportunity to leave his room once again. While the last few days were not eventful for some, Laudmas had plenty of events.

.

To start with. He met his old friend, Liam, once again. That devilish snake. He would have been enthusiastic beyond belief if meeting wasn’t his first, second, third, nor fourth time he coincidentally met him. The story of when they first met was quite a tale. It featured a Lumerian trader, a jail, a broken bot and just like any other legends, it was often exaggerated. Still, meeting a friend was something to get excited about. The robot found Liam gorging on a piece of roasted crustacean while slurping some warm, lavish ectus soup. With a pat on the back it was just like any other day. Drinks were raised, the chef was lauded, and songs were sung badly.

After that, the robot spent time calibrating the ship system to his. He could now instantly access the map, read bios of many otherworldly creatures, and know the status of the ship, her scanners, and plenty more. While he finished that, Laudmas spent more time with the Sophon and Liam. After all, they were the only people the robot know well that was also on the science crew. He quite particularly enjoyed time with Liam. He was still the same. A shy and perhaps rough exterior, but a warm and kind soul was definitely in there.

.

Work, work, work. The robot opened a holoscreen on his work desk. Collecting data was usually easy; most of it was automated and just had to be translated into something readable for someone with no “formal” knowledge of the sciences. Booting up the sensors was a different story. A press on the holoscreen would have booted up the sensors but most of the time, there was always a problem that needed to be fixed. The sensors might be misaligned or jammed and the data sent would be corrupted. Still, a few presses on the holoscreen would usually solve most problems.

Laudmas finished a document filled with data (the vital information were carefully highlighted) and the sensors were all in order. It was then sent to Ylona along with the message:

“Here’s everything you asked and plenty more. There are some things I would like to notify to you about the planet but here’s the normal stuff first. Make sure there’s plenty of insulation for the crew and ATVs. Don’t forget to have a eager spirit to brave the cold too.

Now, this is when the fun starts to begin. There’s life on the planet. Developed life. We will need plenty of guns and the muscle to utilize them. Bring along some sentries, I’m certain they will be really useful. Then, things get even more interesting. Although this just a speculation from but I believe that the surface changes colour vibrantly without the light of the sun. It will turn from a cyan hue to a pinkish hue. Some weird things are going on about. A landing is advised.”

And with that message sent, the robot left his room and went to the lab; hoping to see Dhanyl and Liam in there.

(( Tell me if there are things you don't like. Edited so that spelling errors are fixed, had to rush things out yesterday. ))

As soon as he is given the order Decius' mechanical fingers begin to  fly across the glowing readouts and controls. Information seems to appear only moments before it is obliterated by another string of text. Mechanical components move inside the ship, adding and removing load form the probe. Sensory input flashes and within seconds of the command being given the metal tube streaks towards the moon. A solid streak of gold, a tendril reaching from the ship, the probe spirals down towards the moon like a torch into a bottomless pit.

The Craver leans backwards and turns to Ylona, stretching his cold chrome digits.

"Who would be in charge of the crew composition in the landing party? It would be advised to create a consistent core away party, so that the crew can be prepared to scramble if necessary."

Decius nonverbally alerts the security crew to prepare for the event of a landing.

Valorum's posture relaxes when he hears 7-4-1-N-7-3-D's response.

"Then this plan may well work. So long as your base structure and programming remain the same, you should still function within reasonable parameters for your model."

Hearing Ylona on his communicator, Valorum activates the device and replies:

"Hold on. I'll be there momentarily, Sister Ylona."

Silencing his communicator, Valorum moves to the door and affirms to the Sower-in-hiding:

"Your secret is safe with me, friend. Come. We have other business to attend to."

"I don't think we have a fixed away crew at the moment", Ylona admitted, "because until like five minutes ago, it wasn't for sure that we'd land on anything around here. Chances are, we still won't, if those anomalies don't pan out." She looked at the probes speeding away, by now invisible specks against the stars, only identified by the screen overlay. It seemed to good to be true, this chance to discover something entirely new, something never seen or touched by another space-faring species before. It could as well turn out to be just another Titanium-70 deposit, valuable but useless to the expedition.

"And since it's the fist time, there's going to be an argument", Ylona predicted confidently, "Because Science for sure wants somebody of theirs on the team, and you and Rolak are going to push for there to be lots of guards. And the Captain probably wants to lead from the front, not the rear, and who knows how many people would like to stretch their legs on a planet for a change, even if it's frozen. I would, for starters."

Remembering something she'd thought about just aminute ago, but forgot to say over the more important duties at the time, she suggested: "It might be good if you come along, get a chance to talk to the crew. because if you noticed this drone isn't a drone, but didn't notice that nobody else did, then I think the problem isn't with your hearing, but with you not talking to the rest of the crew." And with them not talking to you, she mentally added, given how scary the Craver was. Him ripping the arm off some snow creature down there wouldn't help people forget that, but if he saved somebody doing so, they might start seeing him as being on their side. Ylona sure wanted some affirmation like that.

((Nibot, you post ends mid-sentence. You might want to edit in the rest))

"Indeed , i need to continue my patrol or if maybe i will be send with the ground team or get to inspect the hull if we stay in orbit for a while" The thought of something else but the well known interiors of the ship was classified as wish in the sowers mind.

The moment the door is opened 7-4-1-N-7-3-D´s voice changes back to the more neutral one . 

"This Unit will follow the captain in the bridge and then re-initiate its patrol" it was following him.

Decius nods silently. His face remains stoic as he turns to monitor the panel

((Sceience should be science in the second paragraph, Alien.System. Where is Rolak? Can I take control of him for now?))