Some Reassembly Required

[rekindledtitan]

There’s an open, grassy area on the edge of the Wilds, some distance from the most popular Nexus parks where people are enjoying their picnics and centaur polo and so forth. It’s a good place to go if you want slightly more peace and quiet - or in Blaze’s case, a good open space in which to make a lot of noise. The robot soldier has a few small crates out on the grass. One of them she’s sitting on; the others are being used as tables which hold a small array of tools and components and blocks of metal. She’s working on modifying a pair of heavy armored boots much like the pair she’s wearing, refitting the soles and reinforcing their structure. Her Ghost hovers beside her, inspecting a blueprint spread out atop one of the boxes. The little bot is spinning his pointy shell back and forth as if concerned, but Blaze pays him no heed.

“So,” she says, speaking up while she works. “People change. Some of us change more than others. Sometimes we don’t notice how it happens. Sometimes,” she yanks out a component and chucks it down beside her, “we don’t get a say. So what part of yourself would you want make sure you held on to? What’s the part you’d want to be remembered?” She pauses, then looks up at the nearest people. “And, hey, anyone got some spare explosives?"

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[rekindledtitan]

The very suggestion seems to shock the little bot: at least, his optic gets a bit wider and he floats in silence for a minute. This is not a question that people normally ask him.

"He's a Ghost," Blaze speaks up. She too looks surprised, though she's reminding herself that people from other worlds don't understand what that means. "He's born of the Light. I don't think he could do evil if he tried."

"As my Guardian says. My sole purpose is to aid her in the protection of humanity and the defense of the innocent. You have my word that I will use my knowledge for no other purpose. Nothing nefarious."

[jarheadclan]

Okay, the old human turn of phrase has struck a chord, it seems. Jake's ears lay back a little, contrite. The least he can do after inadvertently making the lil' guy give an actual vow is let him run a scan, right? "Uh... sure thing. Knock yourself out, uh..." Shit, is that gonna be offensive too? Better rephrase. "You can scan me if you wanna," he adds hastily.