09-25-2013, 11:28 AM
Quelling her hunger took more time than the trip to the apartment itself. Nanoha wasn’t entirely thrilled with how difficult it had been to find food that she was at all familiar with, and the robot- clearly more oriented towards general guidance- seemed completely confused when she had tried to explain the concept of sashimi. In the end, she had called for the cab to stop, and bought food at the nearest restaurant. It seemed that any expense new Primes needed was covered by the Empire itself, as the robot had produced some small card and waved it at the own of the place.
Nanoha was ravenous; the food didn’t last the rest of the drive to the apartment. There was something about using Omnilium that made her incredibly hungry, as the empty pit in her stomach had been rapidly growing ever since she first managed to utilize it to repair Raising Heart’s systems a little at the fountain. Was her Linker Core reacting badly to the substance’s powers, or did it just drain her stamina to use it like that. Regardless of which, it would be prudent to avoid manipulating Omnilium in any sort of combat situation.
The apartment itself was comfortable, if somewhat spartan. The robot had repeatedly pointed out that, as a Prime, she was capable of creating anything she needed- including food- so perhaps the Empire expected her to furnish the place as she chose. Nanoha had no intention to ever summon food unless in dire need, though. A properly cooked meal was always going to be better than some sort of perfectly atomically constructed one.
Bidding the robot goodnight, and noticing that it merely powered itself down in a small alcove in the wall of the hallway outside, Nanoha finally let the full brunt of her situation sink in. She was awash with a potent cocktail of emotions; a complex reminder of just how vulnerable she was right now. Raising Heart damaged in a way she couldn’t understand, trapped in some sort of pocket universe by a powerful Lost Logia, no way to contact home, and it was slowly starting to occur to her that the rules this place operated by were like some sort of twisted game. Do things to earn this Omnilium substance, use it to gain- or regain- power. It was abhorrent, but that was just how Lost Logias tended to be: powerful, dangerous and corrupted beyond repair.
Master, you need rest. I will watch and continue to run diagnostics.
Nanoha smiled slightly, and held out the palm of her hand for Raising Heart to float down to. If her only companion for now was to be artificial, she was sincerely glad that it was her own device. They had been together for so long, and see too much together to ever be separated. Perhaps Omni had seen that, regardless of how little the entity probably cared about their relationship. But if it had brought her here for a purpose, it needed her as capable as possible. An ironic blessing, in truth.
As she pondered, Nanoha had gone through the contents of the bathroom and, with great care, had one by one created the various toiletries and other items she’d need here. At least she was able to enjoy a few of the smaller things in life. Stripping down and entering the shower, it occurred to her that she’d need new clothes. That could, at least come later.
Showers were funny places, really. Naked and wet in a small box filled with steam and water, sometimes the most profound thoughts would flit into her mind. Bathrooms had fun acoustics, too.
Deep breaths, enjoy the play and sensation of the water flowing across naked skin; focus your body on scrubbing herself down, and your mind on the task at hand. It was a familiar mantra at a time where familiar things were needed.
Firstly she needed to get her bearings here; it wouldn’t be the best choice to head straight to the library without sussing out the city she was in first. She needed an escape plan that would avoid as many potential problems as possible. While she had little liking for that Judge Dredd character, she had a grudging respect for the authority he obvious had here, and had no interest in having to come to blows with him. At any rate, given the nature of this place, it wouldn’t turn out very well for her to do so. She’d spend some time studying that map the soldier had given her, and scout out the quickest and most covert routes back to the portal over the next few days.
Nanoha had suspected already that the lower tiers of Coruscant wouldn’t be anywhere near as pleasant as this one, but that also likely meant they were less policed. Finding some safe locations to seek refuge in, if it came to that, could be helpful as well. Aside from that, it was just a matter of getting to know some of the inhabitants of the city. There was much to be learnt just from talking to people.
Shutting off the water, she stepped out of the cubicle and carefully dried herself. Clothes, she remembered, was something else to sort out. Ultimately her TSAB uniform meant nothing here, so something more casual and simple would be the obvious choice. It didn’t take too long for her to generate several sets of clothes. They were cute enough to keep her happy, and practical enough for any eventualities.
Raising Heart was already waiting for her; the iridescent red pearl that was the device floating above her bed, flashing small beads of magenta light in a complex pattern around the room. Nanoha sat down on the bed and smiled up at the pretty patterns the beams made across the room.
Are you feeling better, my master?
“I am, Raising Heart. It has been a rough day, in retrospect. Could you do your best to analyze the map we were given overnight? I’d like to start exploring the city tomorrow.”
That will be a simple task, master. There is a data terminal in this accommodation. I am unable to remotely interface, but there are details for a device that could be incorporated into my systems which would allow for it. Addition utilising unknown substance ‘Omnilium’ is plausible; suggested course of action,
A pulse of light was emitted from the device toward a small electronic device on a table across the room. Nanoha rose from the bed to investigate and, sure enough, found a small printed sheet with instructions and diagrams for generating a small communications-like device. It didn’t take her long to grasp the systems involved and adapt them for incorporation into Raising Heart’s own systems. It took some time to generate the required components, but in the end she bound the device into Raising Heart’s substructure. Using Omnillium was a simple enough process, but she could feel the fatigue that already gnawed at her growing stronger by the minute.
The system is online, master, and there is a message for you addressed to this accommodation.
“Is that so? Can you put it on screen for me, please?”
A small projected window shimmered into view, showing a very brief message. It was, unsurprisingly, from Dredd. Something about a festival next week and a very restrained request for any assistance the new Primes felt like giving. Nanoha wasn’t overly interested in helping the man out, but visiting the festival itself could be interesting. It would be something to think about later, though; her eyes were beginning to close of their own accord.
“I think I’d better get to bed, Raising Heart. I’ll be in your care til morning, just let me sleep until I wake up.”
Yes, my master. It shall be as you say.
No sooner than her head hit the pillow did she fall into the blissful release of sleep.
Nanoha was ravenous; the food didn’t last the rest of the drive to the apartment. There was something about using Omnilium that made her incredibly hungry, as the empty pit in her stomach had been rapidly growing ever since she first managed to utilize it to repair Raising Heart’s systems a little at the fountain. Was her Linker Core reacting badly to the substance’s powers, or did it just drain her stamina to use it like that. Regardless of which, it would be prudent to avoid manipulating Omnilium in any sort of combat situation.
The apartment itself was comfortable, if somewhat spartan. The robot had repeatedly pointed out that, as a Prime, she was capable of creating anything she needed- including food- so perhaps the Empire expected her to furnish the place as she chose. Nanoha had no intention to ever summon food unless in dire need, though. A properly cooked meal was always going to be better than some sort of perfectly atomically constructed one.
Bidding the robot goodnight, and noticing that it merely powered itself down in a small alcove in the wall of the hallway outside, Nanoha finally let the full brunt of her situation sink in. She was awash with a potent cocktail of emotions; a complex reminder of just how vulnerable she was right now. Raising Heart damaged in a way she couldn’t understand, trapped in some sort of pocket universe by a powerful Lost Logia, no way to contact home, and it was slowly starting to occur to her that the rules this place operated by were like some sort of twisted game. Do things to earn this Omnilium substance, use it to gain- or regain- power. It was abhorrent, but that was just how Lost Logias tended to be: powerful, dangerous and corrupted beyond repair.
Master, you need rest. I will watch and continue to run diagnostics.
Nanoha smiled slightly, and held out the palm of her hand for Raising Heart to float down to. If her only companion for now was to be artificial, she was sincerely glad that it was her own device. They had been together for so long, and see too much together to ever be separated. Perhaps Omni had seen that, regardless of how little the entity probably cared about their relationship. But if it had brought her here for a purpose, it needed her as capable as possible. An ironic blessing, in truth.
As she pondered, Nanoha had gone through the contents of the bathroom and, with great care, had one by one created the various toiletries and other items she’d need here. At least she was able to enjoy a few of the smaller things in life. Stripping down and entering the shower, it occurred to her that she’d need new clothes. That could, at least come later.
Showers were funny places, really. Naked and wet in a small box filled with steam and water, sometimes the most profound thoughts would flit into her mind. Bathrooms had fun acoustics, too.
Deep breaths, enjoy the play and sensation of the water flowing across naked skin; focus your body on scrubbing herself down, and your mind on the task at hand. It was a familiar mantra at a time where familiar things were needed.
Firstly she needed to get her bearings here; it wouldn’t be the best choice to head straight to the library without sussing out the city she was in first. She needed an escape plan that would avoid as many potential problems as possible. While she had little liking for that Judge Dredd character, she had a grudging respect for the authority he obvious had here, and had no interest in having to come to blows with him. At any rate, given the nature of this place, it wouldn’t turn out very well for her to do so. She’d spend some time studying that map the soldier had given her, and scout out the quickest and most covert routes back to the portal over the next few days.
Nanoha had suspected already that the lower tiers of Coruscant wouldn’t be anywhere near as pleasant as this one, but that also likely meant they were less policed. Finding some safe locations to seek refuge in, if it came to that, could be helpful as well. Aside from that, it was just a matter of getting to know some of the inhabitants of the city. There was much to be learnt just from talking to people.
Shutting off the water, she stepped out of the cubicle and carefully dried herself. Clothes, she remembered, was something else to sort out. Ultimately her TSAB uniform meant nothing here, so something more casual and simple would be the obvious choice. It didn’t take too long for her to generate several sets of clothes. They were cute enough to keep her happy, and practical enough for any eventualities.
Raising Heart was already waiting for her; the iridescent red pearl that was the device floating above her bed, flashing small beads of magenta light in a complex pattern around the room. Nanoha sat down on the bed and smiled up at the pretty patterns the beams made across the room.
Are you feeling better, my master?
“I am, Raising Heart. It has been a rough day, in retrospect. Could you do your best to analyze the map we were given overnight? I’d like to start exploring the city tomorrow.”
That will be a simple task, master. There is a data terminal in this accommodation. I am unable to remotely interface, but there are details for a device that could be incorporated into my systems which would allow for it. Addition utilising unknown substance ‘Omnilium’ is plausible; suggested course of action,
A pulse of light was emitted from the device toward a small electronic device on a table across the room. Nanoha rose from the bed to investigate and, sure enough, found a small printed sheet with instructions and diagrams for generating a small communications-like device. It didn’t take her long to grasp the systems involved and adapt them for incorporation into Raising Heart’s own systems. It took some time to generate the required components, but in the end she bound the device into Raising Heart’s substructure. Using Omnillium was a simple enough process, but she could feel the fatigue that already gnawed at her growing stronger by the minute.
The system is online, master, and there is a message for you addressed to this accommodation.
“Is that so? Can you put it on screen for me, please?”
A small projected window shimmered into view, showing a very brief message. It was, unsurprisingly, from Dredd. Something about a festival next week and a very restrained request for any assistance the new Primes felt like giving. Nanoha wasn’t overly interested in helping the man out, but visiting the festival itself could be interesting. It would be something to think about later, though; her eyes were beginning to close of their own accord.
“I think I’d better get to bed, Raising Heart. I’ll be in your care til morning, just let me sleep until I wake up.”
Yes, my master. It shall be as you say.
No sooner than her head hit the pillow did she fall into the blissful release of sleep.
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