Thread: An Eclipse of Corruption (Vuxayl x Cricket)

Deep within the bowels of the base station was an engine room in all manners of disrepair. The android worked with a combination of annoyance and restlessness. A part of her had hoped that becoming a first lieutenant meant a bigger role in the comings and goings of the military base station. But that would imply that there were more comings and goings . She was deep in the engine room, working on stopping one of the coolant tubes from leaking. This engine was what helped the base stay in orbit among many other things, and it wasnt likely that command would fulfill her request for those repair droids. But Karilel couldnt just stay idle, either. If she didnt have a mission, she was going to take it upon herself to make things run as smoothly as possible. She was nothing if not hardworking. She could flex and alter her hands in subtle ways to get into the hard to reach spots. After all, her body was made up of intricately overlapping pieces of metal. This was the telltale sign that she was a LautHalera race entirely of robots. Their creatorsif they truly had anywere lost to time, with only the scarcest of relics hinting at their existence. Since then, the androids themselves had refined and adapted the race by rebuilding and improving their bodies and minds. The race was far from perfect, as their technology had its limitations, but they had done what they could. Karilel did not have to eat or breathe, for example. Nor did she break out in a sweat in the heat of the engine room. Sleeping was something her race had copied from organic creatures instead of relying on a power source they now could enter a type of stasis to regain energy. A very dulled sense of pain was also incorporated as they improved their bodies, but only as to warn them of afflictions when their systems could not. Therefore, she could not work tirelessly without end, as much as she wanted to. And though she was a robot, her mind was no such super computer. Karilel had to work to get to her position on the space station just like any other organic creature would have. The LautHaler race was constantly adapting and was still far from their ideal selves. That didnt stop a handful of other races to think LautHalers thought of themselves as better than others. If anything, Karilel had had to work harder because a lot came to the conclusion that the androids were capable of a lot more than they were. Perhaps these stereotypes gave Karilel the hard, no-nonsense edge to her daily life. That was where she was when the alert went off on her notification system. Not an emergency, but not something she could ignore either. She made her last minute adjustments to the tubing before briskly leaving the engine room and making her way to the mission control of the Aurigas-Bridge station. She welcomed something else to do, especially a mission, but a part of her did want to finish the work she left in the engine room. The gray metal that made up her body was now smudged with grease and whatever else the engine had decided to leave on her. The many grooves and folds in the metal that made up her body had a light blue glow to them, as did her eyes. Her uniform was zipped up her neck, but left the shoulders and arms exposed due to the large protrusions from them. Fortunately it was black because it was not in a much cleaner state. If she had any extra time, Karilel would have ran to change, to be fully presentable for her crew and whichever of her superiors were present. Karilel entered the mission control deck, standing tall and rigid as she waited for the others to arrive. She tried her best to wipe away some of the grease but it was mostly futile. Sometimes the mission would come from the commanding officer leading the meeting, or it could be as indirect as an incoming audio transmission from an outside source, usually the stations director.