07-05-2016, 02:30 PM
An angry hum rumbled deep within the chest of the machine, as it picked itself off the ground. Its spinal plates were withdrawn, akin to the hairs of a disgruntled animal. Its white eyes beheld the unfamiliar landscape, registering nothing of importance in the immediate area except a fountain. It was expertly made, by human standards. the smooth stone seemed to be flawless, and the sparkling water glistened in the light. The machine regarded the fountain for another moment, committing it to memory, before turning its body to look for more important features. Its capabilities were severely downgraded, and Ascension felt an emotion, akin to annoyance, well up from within it. How had this...Omni, managed to put these shackles on his functionality?
The Reaper cast its vision across the blank white landscape, looking for more landmarks to follow. It vaguely picked up several small structures in the distance, spaced evenly, it seemed, though its scanners were off and not giving it any type of feedback whatsoever. It suppressed another wave of annoyance. It didn't like the fact that it's systems were not functioning. It could tell that they were still there, but Ascesnsion was unable to access them at this point in time. It began running diagnostics to map out a course of action to begin restoring itself to maximum efficiency. As it did this, it began to move away from the fountain, toward one of the distant structures.
As it restored power to its Mass effect core, the Synthtic began to hover off the ground, the effort of walking not being worth the gain. It's legs folded back against its cylindrical body, allowing for more comfortable movement. It's optics began to focus on the gate as it approached. It seemed to be covered in ice. The machine made calculations to reduce the effect of the cold while maintaining optimal internal temperature. Multiple systems employed antifreeze to the joints and other moving mechanisms of the outer hull. It sensed no life forms around the gates vicinity, although its senses were underperforming. It engaged it's targeting sytems, just in case of a battle. It was almost itching to vent its frustration.
The machine once more suppressed a feeling of astonishment. Emotions were still foreign to it. It felt, more individual, instead of part of a collective. Emotions were something that it had never before had to struggle with. Choosing to file away these thoughts until another time, the Reaper instead focused once more on the structure it was approaching. It was very rudimentary, by the standards of its kind, yet strangely elegant, as if this simplicity hid something more. A thin layer of ice and a dust of snow, accompanied the immediate area surrounding the gate. Unfolding its legs, the Reaper let out a thoughtful hum and inspected the gate. It was rather rudimentary in design, but it emitted a strange type of energy...
Taking a tentative step forward, Ascension felt a strangely familiar sensation, and was gone.
The Reaper cast its vision across the blank white landscape, looking for more landmarks to follow. It vaguely picked up several small structures in the distance, spaced evenly, it seemed, though its scanners were off and not giving it any type of feedback whatsoever. It suppressed another wave of annoyance. It didn't like the fact that it's systems were not functioning. It could tell that they were still there, but Ascesnsion was unable to access them at this point in time. It began running diagnostics to map out a course of action to begin restoring itself to maximum efficiency. As it did this, it began to move away from the fountain, toward one of the distant structures.
As it restored power to its Mass effect core, the Synthtic began to hover off the ground, the effort of walking not being worth the gain. It's legs folded back against its cylindrical body, allowing for more comfortable movement. It's optics began to focus on the gate as it approached. It seemed to be covered in ice. The machine made calculations to reduce the effect of the cold while maintaining optimal internal temperature. Multiple systems employed antifreeze to the joints and other moving mechanisms of the outer hull. It sensed no life forms around the gates vicinity, although its senses were underperforming. It engaged it's targeting sytems, just in case of a battle. It was almost itching to vent its frustration.
The machine once more suppressed a feeling of astonishment. Emotions were still foreign to it. It felt, more individual, instead of part of a collective. Emotions were something that it had never before had to struggle with. Choosing to file away these thoughts until another time, the Reaper instead focused once more on the structure it was approaching. It was very rudimentary, by the standards of its kind, yet strangely elegant, as if this simplicity hid something more. A thin layer of ice and a dust of snow, accompanied the immediate area surrounding the gate. Unfolding its legs, the Reaper let out a thoughtful hum and inspected the gate. It was rather rudimentary in design, but it emitted a strange type of energy...
Taking a tentative step forward, Ascension felt a strangely familiar sensation, and was gone.