Equius Zahhak [01]: Action

[authoritative]

Equius feels like, perhaps, he hadn't properly considered the structural integrity of the hivestem he had been assigned rooms in in.

Staring broodingly through the hole in the front wall, he considers the robot laying some distance away (and a couple floors down from him) in the street, all plain steel except its red glass eyes, with a distinctive fist-shaped wound straight through its chest. It is sparking in a manner that would be disconcerting if he wasn't so familiar with it.

He should probably reinforce the walls. And build a steel cage for fighting, too, that might help-- it would at least give the walls a fighting chance after decelerating whatever he punched through it. Really, though, there was so little space in these hivestems-- certainly not as much as he was used to-- he wasn't sure he'd be able to fit both a cage and his workbench into the cramped living block without breaking something every time he turned around.

Not that he didn't already break things every time he turned around, but that was just him, not the tiny living quarters-- oh, dear.

"Everyone should probably stand back," he calls down, voice slightly raised, as the sparking intensifies. "No, further than that--"

Hopefully, everyone will be standing back far enough that the robot explodes (in a rather lovely ball of shrapnel and fire, if he may say so) without causing further damage, except to the charred mark in the middle of the road.

Sweating noticeably, Equius hops out through the hole, apparently unbothered by the couple dozen feet to the ground and landing on his feet like such jumps are completely normal, and approaches the blackened spot formerly occupied by a robot, gathering salvageable scraps of metal as he goes.

And the black horse, famine [video]

[zouichi]

[This particular video showed someone who looked almost exactly like a human man in his mid-twenties, dressed from the neck down in black body armor.]

Hi, this is Kanoe Zouichi. I'm a Synthetic Human from a corporation called Toua Heavy Industries, back on Earth. And now I guess I'm part of the newest batch of people from that spacefold accident.

I heard some of you have already been here for a little while, and since I've got two months to figure out what to do out here, I thought I'd ask what everyone else's plans were. The militia sounded like the way to go -- for me, anyway. So if any of you were planning to do the same, I'd appreciate hearing from you.

I'm also interested to hear how you've been treated since coming here. Reasonably? Unreasonably?

If you don't feel comfortable talking about it over the comm, I'd be happy to come meet you; just thought it'd be useful to get some other perspectives.

Thanks, and stay safe out there.