“Let us not fight.” The ancient robot suddenly spoke, “Perhaps we will have disagreements but we should avoid those topic as much as we can and focus on what we can all agree on. Note that it is likely we are going to be together for a very long time. It would be a much better idea to have friends rather than enemies, is it not?” The ancient robot relaxed a little, and gave a polite nod. “My name is Laudmas Acromb, and my charitable guide here is Dhanyl Abmaha, who is also the official astronomer of this ship. I believe we, Laudmas and Dhanyl would like to continue this conversation later, as we have great importance to reach the captain of the ship. We shall meet once again, perhaps in a better situation."

The ancient robot slowly edged the smaller cyborg and pulled him away from Valorum before both of them got into a even bigger and nastier discussion. As they entered a empty corridor, the ancient robot asked the smaller cyborg "I suppose you don't like Valorum very much?" The ancient robot sat on a small ledge which buckled under his weight. "If you might have noticed, I mentioned that we are going to stay together for a very long time. I do have a position on-board the ship but even in my amnesiac condition, I would like to stay, observe, and experience new and different stories and events." The ancient robot chortled, "I hope you appreciate my presence rather than considering me as an annoyance."

(( @LordDarkon . Aye, thanks for waiting on me. @AngelicStorm . If possible, try not to assume what the other person might do. Besides from that, I love the way you write your comments. Really descriptive and somewhat fun to read.  ))

Now, the ancient robot was happy to see that the smaller cyborg did not think of him as a disturbance, though, he wouldn’t share the same opinion  on the smaller cyborg’s dislike for the Vodyani. The ancient robot lost almost everything he had known, yet somehow, he still had a personality. He did not fear the unknown future he faced. He did not grew dis-contempt upon learning that he had lost everything he had known. He was neither confused on what to do next. There were wants (however simple they may be) and he would accomplish them while taking his time and without negatively affecting the lives of others.

“Ah, I must thank of you for not seeing me a inconvenience. Though, I must admit that I would not share the same opinion you had of the Vodyani, particularly due to how I never encountered a great many numbers of Vodyani. However, I will still respect and remember your opinion on them, no matter how much I could possibly disagree.” The ancient robot said, hoping that the Sophon would not get annoyed. The ancient robot then suddenly stood up (the ledge seemed to have crumpled under his might). “Now, let us continue on our pursuit for the Captain. However, I must say that I would like to meet other crew members. Do you yourself have any acquaintances or a particular person within the ship that you would like to introduce?"

Bowing his head again in thanks, Valorum watched as Laudmas and Dhanyl walked away, giving a short gesture with his staff as a sort of wave farewell. He wanted to tell them that the Captain was currently not on the bridge, which was where they were likely going, but at the same time, he respected their desire to leave, as well as Laudmas' initial words. However peaceful he'd try to look, Valorum always felt the edge in the air when he tried to speak with others, and as light-hearted as the conversation seemed, it was still there just then. The only time it wasn't present in Valorum's experience was when he spoke to Ylona earlier; though the conversation wasn't exactly a touching heart-to-heart, the First-Mate at least gave the impression of trust and it was greatly appreciated. By comparison, most people would sooner put their children in Hissho daycare than trust a Vodyani. As hurtful as it was, Valorum had to own the legacy of his sisters and brothers, and especially his own...

Turning around, Valorum walked down the hallway his two colleagues came from, pondering what to do. It seemed he'd never be fully trusted onboard this ship, but he was the Chaplain. It was his duty to maintain the faith of the crew and remind them of their mission, so if nobody trusted him, his job would be over before it began. He had to make some stronger connections onboard the ship, and that was proving to be tough already. 

I still haven't met the whole crew yet. Just deck hands, some of the bridge crew, one scientist and a robot...let's try the engineers. Maybe they'll be a little more friendly.

With a renewed purpose, Valorum's strides quickened. It would take him a few minutes to get there, but eventually, he was preparing to open the doors to the Saviour's main reactor chamber, so he could meet who was working there.

“Ah, alright then.” The ancient robot said. “Let us continue on what initial plans we had.”  The ancient robot headed to the end of the corridor, “In the meantime, why don’t you tell me more about this ship? Also, are there any meetings planned? What are the goals of this expedition?” The ancient robot asked curiously and quickly. “Though, it is up for you to tell me. I would just be happy to know the plans of the ship.”

((Note, that the thing I said is to be used as a excuse so I am allowed to say things that relates with our plans, goals, destination, etc.))

((@BG123, It's alright. I suppose the fun will only start when you interact with other people.)) 

The booming sound of the speaker rang through the room. Laudmas suddenly stopped walking, stood up, and listened carefully. “My, what has happened?” The ancient robot just stared at the smaller cyborg. His face had no expression. A empty blank slate waiting for information to be poured. At that moment, both of them just stood and stared at each other. The tension had changed. “Interesting that they didn’t mentioned the astronomer." The ancient robot suddenly spoke, "Let us reach the bridge with great haste."

"Of course," Dhanyl responded "our Mission is to find the homeworld of the Endless, Thor, at least that's what the Pilgrim officials say. After all, no one has a clue where to finde it or if it even still exists in the first place. So what we will be doing is more like a galaxy wide paperchase without any hints. We will most likely cruise all over the place, study ancient ruins, find Technology and after many Jears return without any...". Suddenly Ylona's announcement interrupted him. "What? Acting Captain Ylona? That was a fast promotion.... Whatever, here we are , the Bridge. Let's go in."

(( Thanks for all the responses on the in the OC thread, I'll just continue writing as before)) 

                Decius awakens suddenly to his throbbing head alerting him of a message. Replaying it from memory, he clicks his mandibles in exasperation at his impending task with the talkative robot. Moving from his dark, comfortable nest of warm heaters and equipment to the main corridor, his visual receptors blink several times adjusting to the dull fluorescent lighting of the passage. Continuing down the main corridor he forms a message and broadcasts it to the loquacious robot.

                “This is the ship’s gunner. Meet me in the magazine,” He begins. As an afterthought he adds, “And bring me any manuals for the guns as well as any specs you can find on the weapons. I’ll have to learn their guts and pretty pieces on the fly.”

                Moving down the elevator, Decius reaches the lower levels. Passing the food storage compartment, he stops to grab a bite. Opening the console, he calls up an “Organic Block Special.” Part of the reason the kind people behind the expedition allowed a Craver to be part of the crew was because of his relative lack of taste and his ability to palate all types of organic matter. Despite the fact that he was beginning to develop a specific affinity for a sauce created out of what some humans call Soy beans, he had little care of what he ate. Opening his package of “OBS,” he adds several drops of the soy mixture to the block from a small bottle he kept in a pouch attached to his frame. The moisture soaked in to the solid brick, slightly softening it and releasing the pungent odors. If your food is going to taste like detritus, you might as well add soy sauce.

                Finishing his meager snack, the Craver moves through a series of apertures to the magazine; waiting for the Automaton to appear.

“Wait, what is that?” As the ancient robot and the smaller cyborg were moving to the bridge, the ancient robot saw a translucent porthole which allowed one to view the outside world. Instead of following with Dhanyl to the bridge, the ancient robot rushed to the porthole and peered through it. Outside, he could make out the images of gray and shimmering images. Once in a while, a burst of colour would rush through and Laudmas would be bemused by it. Although the ship was decorated, it could not match the vibrant shapes that the robot would see.

“Ah, right. I am sorry” said the robot. "Let us continue" and off he went, rushing to a doorway endorsed with a radiant pattern. Although his appearance was threatening and of epic proportion to some, his mind was still innocent at the time and was very straightforward. Despite this, his memory was slowly becoming more clear. Will he revert back to his past self or instead, will he choose to embrace this new nature? Perhaps the answer was already selected from the start.

(( @Nibot, You're doing excellent mate. Don't let yourself down, we're all here to have a bit of fun. No need to worry. ))

(( @LordDarkon, Whoops. Didn't noticed your message. Lemme edit the post or make a new one. ))

The Sophon entered the door and the ancient robot followed. The bridge was (inn Laudmas's own thoughts) somewhat of a disappointment. It had all the usual electronics and devices that gave out dim lights and wavered monotonously. There were some uncomfortable looking seats which seemed as if they were designed for very delicate and elegant creatures (which Laudmas was not). A rumble passed through and shook some of the instruments that were fixed to their containers. 

       But as Laudmas re-adjusted his vision and he could see all of the bridge, disappointment turned to contentment which lead to awe. 

The room was somewhat pointed at the edge where all sorts of panels twitched, glowed, and glimmered. Even a Sophon adept would have been entertained for hours just by those panels. In the middle there was a rather large screen laid on a upraised surface which showed a hologram image that displayed all sorts of information. From the planet they were on, to the amount of fuel they have. Once in a while, the image would flicker and switch to another one. This time, a rather pleasing showcase of unknown flora and fauna. However, what stole the spotlight was the large opening protected by a possibly indestructible but translucent, exceptionally clear, unknown material which allowed one to view the outside world. 

      The ancient robot viewed through the supposed *window* and was absolutely absorbed by it. 

There were epic, towering, gray citadels that Laudmas could see in the great distance. If he were to go zoom back, Laudmas could see all sorts of space ships and platforms moving around (though admittedly, they weren't very vibrant and colourful). Some moved sluggishly, some moved at what one would have called an average pace, and some were rushing past through each other, giving no notice of the splendor of the congestion of vehicles. What Laudmas was most curious about, was the pearly, somewhat shiny precipitate that were falling down to the basis of the planet. They resembled raindrops and as they splashed unto the glass, they would explode in a splendor of silver and separate into more *raindrops* which dripped down in a simple pattern. 

       "Ah, how wonderous" announced the ancient robot. "A view most have ignored and an opportunity surely missed."

Amusingly, Laudmas didn't notice the humanoid figure at all. He was absolutely entranced in what he saw and paid little to no attention on what he originally planned to do.

(( So how was it? ))

Alice sighed, putting out her cigarette on her desk.    Top officers causing issues as usual.    Back in the old days, if there was an issue with a captain you just tossed them out the airlock.  If you had some respect for them you might even give them a lifepod.   Her current captain was the latter, at least in the fact he hadn't managed to the typical bumbling idiot she was used to in empire space.

The bridge doors opened as the Chief Engineer entered, followed by a rolling suitcase-sized droid.     After a second, she put one foot on top of the droid, giving it a slight shove to one side of the bridge.    Calmly, Skeler took a seat on top of the machine, crossing her legs and, finally, acknowledging the gathering.

"Alice Skeler, for those of you I haven't met,"  she stated,  "Chief Engineer and principal designer of many of the Savior's drive and power systems."  

(apologies for being away but I really only get a chance to write on the weekends)

Decius is barely able to make out the waving robot's attempt at speaking his native tongue, laboriously interpreting:

"The door is stuck... (Incorrigible) smash it open."

He stops for a second.

"This could be a miscommunication," he thinks to himself. Playing the series of clicks back in his head, he is reassured of the robot's need of a smashed portal. Besides, robots don't make those kinds of mistakes. Removing his long sword from his back and straddling the sides of the round opening with his legs. Unfolding his wicked weapon, he smashes the door open like a can of dog food opened by a starving man with no can opener. Within several spine shattering strikes, the metal has completely been removed from it's encasing in the wall. With the sound of his merciless and deafening strikes still reverberating throughout the ship, he steps in to the room and picks up the door for storage in his nest.

Turning to the Automaton, he beckons him in to the room filled with red lights and shiny metal.

"Oh, and you can speak in the common language... the tongue of my kin does not favor those without the natural capacity to utter it," he adds.