Epocheia

[Sparrow]

Blue looks to D-47 noticing Mar laying on the ground in such condition.
“D-47 report, what is Mar’s condition?”
D-47 is silent for a moment,
“I have successfully sutured and cauterized the main areas of damage, and am now finishing up on lesser areas.” he says calmly.
“Good, when will you be done?”
“.... Right now.”

The scientist on the ground flinches a few times as D-47 slowly lifts his hand off of the wound. The reason is plain to see if paid attention too, as thin moving wires seemingly attached to his hand pull partly out of the wound.
“I apologize for any discomfort...” D-47 says calmly.
The wires withdraw some length and then close up the wound before withdrawing completely back into his hand.
“There, I’ve done all I can.... He should be taken to the med lab...” D-47 says plainly then stands and takes a step back.

Tie rushes over, Victoria jumps up and follows.
“We’ll take him there now.” Tie says quickly.
With the aid of Victoria they help the scientist up and walk him out of the room.

[FoxTrott]

Ericken could've sworn he was still hallucinating when he saw the wires on D-47's hand. He opened and closed his mouth a few times, at a loss for words. Shaking his head, Ericken stood up, and looked back at Vince.

"... I think I've had enough excitement fortoday," Ericken said, sighing. Vince nodded in response. He still needed to get his wound patched up.

[Sparrow]

Blue looks to Vince’s arm then to D-47 then back to Vince.
“Excuse me...” he pauses realizing he doesn’t know his name.
“Vincent Veil...” D-47 answers the unspoken question.
“Right, thanks. Vince .... Vincent? Would you allow D-47 to patch you up? I didn’t know he was in the vicinity at the time, and infection risks would be lowered.” he states.
D-47 tilts his head slightly to the right.

[FoxTrott]

"My friends call me Vince," said Vince, insinuating neither Blue nor D-47 were his friend. At the suggestion of D-47 fixing his wound, he bit the inside of his lip. "I... guess," he responded. Ericken coughed slightly, and Vince shot him a warning glare of 'if you feign a flare I will shoot you.'

[Sparrow]

“Right then.” Blue responds.
He nod to D-47 and tilts his head to Vince.
D-47 nods and walks over to him to examine the damage. After examining the damage he says,
“This won’t be a problem. Please keep still.”
He puts his hand about five inches from the wound, a white spray mists the wound in order to numb and disinfect it. After a few second to wait for its effects seventeen thin blue and purple wires exit the palm of his hand and begin stitching the wound up with a clear thread, a yellow wire cauterizes areas with the most bleeding. The process takes about twenty-three seconds to finish, after which the wires withdraw back into his hand.
“There, you’ll be fine now.” D-47 says calmly.

[FoxTrott]

Vince watched the process with wide eyes, while Ericken tried not to look. Once it was over with, Vince looked over his arm. The stiching was as precise as any doctor's, and had been done in a fraction of the time.

"... Thanks," he said, his tone holding a hint of awe.

[Sparrow]

D-47 nods in response,
“You are welcome.” he says blankly.
He glances at the condition of the room before looking back to Vince.
“In light of what has happened, I recommend you start your regimen today. It could be risky to wait until tomorrow.”
He looks off to his left, tilts his head and is silent. Blue looks to him in question but says nothing.
“My assistance is requested in med room 5D...” D-47 says after a few more seconds of silence.
He looks over to Blue,
“Permission to do so, or am I required here?”
Blue shakes his head,
“No everything here is pretty much dealt with, carry on to where your assistance is requested.”
D-47 nods,
“Very well.”
As D-47 leaves he pauses and side glances back, then adds on with the same blank tone he's used throughout all that has happened,
“Ericken, Vincent I recommend you both obtain a weapon before you leave. Good luck to you both.”
He then heads off to med room 5D at a walking pace.
Blue looks to Ericken and Vincent,
“Am I right in assuming you two are the new head guards?”

[FoxTrott]

Ericken dared a glance at Vince's wound, and was surprised to find it neatly patched up in such a short amount of time. Vince looked at D-47 as he spoke, and nodded in agreement. All the close range combat was doing was reminding him he needed to work out more.

"Pretty much, yeah," Ericken replied to the man in blue, "We don't have an official title yet, or uniform for that matter, but we're the head guards." He puffed out his chest, as if accentuating his head guardliness.

[Sparrow]

Blue smiles slightly,
“Well in that case there’s no need to go through an identity check. What with neither of you having an official Epocheian residential ID yet, and the fact that you’re occupation pretty much requires the use of weapons.”
He looks down the hall to the left.
“You will be given IDs and such when you get set up officially. For now though I’ll take you to a weapon vault, like D-47 suggested.” he looks to Vince’s arm to check the work.
“D-47 is useful, not much on personality though,”
He sighs before turning down the hall, waving for Vince and Ericken to follow.
“I suppose I should schedule for that to be worked on...”

[FoxTrott]

The two smiled at the mention of a weapon vault, if the corner of Vince's mouth twitching counted. They obediantly followed.

"I'm assuming he's some kind of android," Vince said, looking back at Blue, "judging by the less than spectacular personality."

"He's like you, but with wires! Hehehe--OW!" Ericken winced, and rubbed his side.

[Sparrow]

Blue nods a bit surprised,
“Yes, as a matter of fact he is. The 47th ‘generation’ of the project to be exact.” he says while leading them along.
“Medical androids normally don’t last too long, considering the work required. Normally they last a few weeks or a month... However D-47 has been around for a while now, it must have to do with the defenses we added in this time round.”
He looks to a hall with a red line on the right wall and a yellow line on the left. Glancing up he checks a sign stuck to the wall that reads: ‘Mec-Dah-La’.
Nodding, now being certain this way the right way, he continues down the new hall. Eventually they come to a dead end, there is a white table with a small red and black striped vase resting on it.
“One second, I need to unlock it so it doesn’t set off.” he says, taking a card from his pocket.
He slides it through a slit in the vase and a loud click is heard followed by mechanical clicking. Pocketing the card he waits for the sounds to stop.
“Okay its safe now.”
He walks through the ghost wall.

-In the weapons vault-
The room is 12 feet wide and 35 feet long. The walls are metallic sliver with small spaces suggesting things can pop out them. The floor is metallic and also has these spaces. The ceiling has the same metallic look, but has only one large space in it. Florescent tack lights brighten the room from the edges of the ceiling. This room seems dimmer then the halls. There are silver counters that run the 3/4 length of the room on both sides. On them are various weapons, mainly ones that are gun like, though there are odd looking ones also. At the very end of the room there seems to be a ringed target.

[FoxTrott]

As (ex-) members of the Forlian military, Ericken and Vince were no strangers to guns. Ericken was an excellent marksman with just about any handgun, while Vince knew his way around rifles. Still, Ericken's jaw dropped at the sight of the armory, and Vince smirked.

After sifting through weapons of various sizes, Ericken selected a keen combat knife and two handguns. He hovered over Vince's shoulder as he continued going through the rifles. Eventually, Vince slung a decent sized sniper rifle over his shoulder, with a single handgun in a holster at his side.

"Thank you, by the way," Vince said.

[Sparrow]

Blue nods in response.
“Your welcome. Do be careful now.”
He shifts his eyes around the room, making sure no one is listening in then quietly says,
“Just so you know, when you get proper access.... There is another weapons vault you will be able to use.”
He looks to the ceiling,
“I just can’t take you there now...”
After a moment, still looking up at the ceiling, he smiles. Having notices a red lens glowing in the dark crevasse.
“Hello FAME...” he says in a greeting tone.
As he says this a large spider like robot slowly drops down from the ceiling behind Ericken and Vince, using its spider like legs to descend between the walls. It’s attached to wires and a few cables, seeming almost like a web. It has a lens like an Orb only thriteen times its size. It has six long mechanical legs, three on each side, and two shorter legs folded up at its front. It is sliver save for its wiring. It looks to Ericken and Vince before replying in a calm female but still robotic voice,
“Hello Jameson.”

[FoxTrott]

Vince nodded absentmindedly, looking over his pistol. At the sound of a metallic clacking, both whirled around, and pointed their small arms directly at the noise. Ericken was holding a gun in either hand; however impractical, it made him feel like a badass.

"What... is it?" Ericken asked, looking to Blue for an answer. Vince simply tightened his grip, and tried to ignore the fact that it was a spider.

[Sparrow]

“Oh, this is FAME. Freethinking Animatronic Mechanics Examiner.” Blue says explaining.
“Say hi FAME, this is Ericken and this is Vincent.” he says pointing to them in turn.
FAME seems to blink and looks directly at them.
“Hello Ericken, hello Vincent.”
After a moment it adds,
“I’ve never seen these two before.”
Blue nods,
“Yes, their new.”
“New?” FAME questions tilting slightly to the right.
The robot looks to the weapons pointed at it and narrows its eye quickly straining its stance to how it was before.