10-02-2015, 06:26 AM
It was more wearing on his state of mind that he had anticipated, just sitting by and listening in on the conversations of the others. He had nothing to add to anything that was said, and he was just about as far out of the loop as it was possible to be, anyway. He was able to content himself with turning his mind to more personally pressing matters, such as the altogether unexpected and unexplained series of sensations he had been beset with since he had arrived in this..."Omniverse". Netnavis were always prone to experience various levels of stimuli designed to simulate and connect with their operators, but it had been limited to the Net. Even when inhabiting the body of a CopyBot to move about in the real world things were dulled and generally incapable of full function.
The jarring and more than a little unsettling lack of his higher combat functions and abilities would have been easily explained by being stuck in a non-modified CopyBot, which was more than a little difficult to fully conceive of or even imagine. There were very few CopyBots out there with the capacity to maintain continued habitation of and operation by a Netnavi for longer than a few minutes.
Then again...unmodified CopyBots were by their very nature, and by obvious necessity, extremely weak. No stronger than an adult human at most, and without access to Battle Chips or much of their combat abilities. If he really were in a CopyBot, he not only wouldn't have been as bothered as he had been by the oppressive heat of the environment outside the fortress, but his combat functions would be gone entirely. Not to mention...he wouldn't need to breathe at all.
It wasn't quite what one might call "distressing"...but it was most certainly unnerving to wonder about. For one so accustomed to maintaining a very specific methodology and with a strict set of rules of how things worked for him in mind, a change as sudden as the one thrust upon him here and now was extremely unpleasant and jarring, to put it mildly.
What had him more concerned than his distance from familiar surroundings was the overall sense of being left clueless and in the dark. As things stood now, he knew only what that "Omni" character had told him when he woke up here. It had filled in a few gaps that were useful to know, without a doubt, but still left far too many questions. And now here he was, in the middle of a hellish little slice of paradise, on an errand with people he had literally met entirely by coincidence, for reasons he didn't even know, and was in all honesty probably better off trying to track down some kind of information about what in the name of all that was sensible was going on with this place.
When the others began to excuse themselves for the night, Colonel made much the same choice himself. He excused himself from the facade of partaking in the conversation -- not that it had been very involved by anyone in particular -- and of debating whether or not he needed sustenance in the form of food or drink in this place and left to be alone with his thoughts. One subject in particular which had been brought up troubled him greatly: that of accidentally summoning things. If it was possible...the thought of what he might inadvertently summon himself if he didn't keep his thoughts on a tight leash was worrying, to say the least.
He spent no small amount of time running internal diagnostics and looking over his hardware and software, picking apart the flaws and coming up with a list of errors in his databases to attempt and resolve when he had more time on his hands, and took the time to iron out the final kinks in his Screen Divide functionality. As an afterthought, he took a considerable amount of time to put Omnilium to use once again and re-summon his secondary weapon, the Colonel Cannon.
His idle time also brought to mind the thought of whether there was an equivalent to the Net here...and if there was, could he perhaps summon something equivalent to a PET to access it himself? It took several minutes, but as an end result he found out his answer. The simple-looking handheld device, complete with its very own NormalNavi, soon rested in Colonel's hand, 'hatching' from a cocoon of Omnilium as its summoning finished.
It should give him something to do while he waited out the rest of his companions of the moment.
The jarring and more than a little unsettling lack of his higher combat functions and abilities would have been easily explained by being stuck in a non-modified CopyBot, which was more than a little difficult to fully conceive of or even imagine. There were very few CopyBots out there with the capacity to maintain continued habitation of and operation by a Netnavi for longer than a few minutes.
Then again...unmodified CopyBots were by their very nature, and by obvious necessity, extremely weak. No stronger than an adult human at most, and without access to Battle Chips or much of their combat abilities. If he really were in a CopyBot, he not only wouldn't have been as bothered as he had been by the oppressive heat of the environment outside the fortress, but his combat functions would be gone entirely. Not to mention...he wouldn't need to breathe at all.
It wasn't quite what one might call "distressing"...but it was most certainly unnerving to wonder about. For one so accustomed to maintaining a very specific methodology and with a strict set of rules of how things worked for him in mind, a change as sudden as the one thrust upon him here and now was extremely unpleasant and jarring, to put it mildly.
What had him more concerned than his distance from familiar surroundings was the overall sense of being left clueless and in the dark. As things stood now, he knew only what that "Omni" character had told him when he woke up here. It had filled in a few gaps that were useful to know, without a doubt, but still left far too many questions. And now here he was, in the middle of a hellish little slice of paradise, on an errand with people he had literally met entirely by coincidence, for reasons he didn't even know, and was in all honesty probably better off trying to track down some kind of information about what in the name of all that was sensible was going on with this place.
When the others began to excuse themselves for the night, Colonel made much the same choice himself. He excused himself from the facade of partaking in the conversation -- not that it had been very involved by anyone in particular -- and of debating whether or not he needed sustenance in the form of food or drink in this place and left to be alone with his thoughts. One subject in particular which had been brought up troubled him greatly: that of accidentally summoning things. If it was possible...the thought of what he might inadvertently summon himself if he didn't keep his thoughts on a tight leash was worrying, to say the least.
He spent no small amount of time running internal diagnostics and looking over his hardware and software, picking apart the flaws and coming up with a list of errors in his databases to attempt and resolve when he had more time on his hands, and took the time to iron out the final kinks in his Screen Divide functionality. As an afterthought, he took a considerable amount of time to put Omnilium to use once again and re-summon his secondary weapon, the Colonel Cannon.
His idle time also brought to mind the thought of whether there was an equivalent to the Net here...and if there was, could he perhaps summon something equivalent to a PET to access it himself? It took several minutes, but as an end result he found out his answer. The simple-looking handheld device, complete with its very own NormalNavi, soon rested in Colonel's hand, 'hatching' from a cocoon of Omnilium as its summoning finished.
It should give him something to do while he waited out the rest of his companions of the moment.
"Hold on a second, I have a call..."
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"Yes, this is Wesker. Go ahead."
"Yes, this is Wesker. Go ahead."