Cosmos 010 // Guardian of the Stars

[white_polaris]

Who: Sailor Cosmos and somarium
Where: All over Somarium
When: At night
Style: I'll match
Status: OPEN

Comments

[retromodel]

[Lambda also does security patrols, though mostly in the block or two surrounding her laboratory. When this strange girl drops down out of nowhere, she trundles over to investigate, keeping a safe distance.]

Unknown being detected. Scanning for IFF... scanning... underdetermined. Threat level, unknown.

Switching to Standby Mode.

[white_polaris]

Lambda. [Her voice was calm as she faced the cyborg. Her wings curled into a resting position.] I am not a threat.

[retromodel]

Identify yourself. [Her eye is fixed on Cosmos, ready for any sudden movements.]

[white_polaris]

I am Sailor Cosmos.... but you should be polite, Lambda.

[retromodel]

Polite...?

[Before she really thinks about it, she shifts her body to stand at attention before Cosmos.] ... ah?

[And shifts back to a neutral stance.] Searching database for "Sailor Cosmos"... searching... searching... searching... no data found.

[white_polaris]

I am not surprised by that. [Nor is she surprised she is not recognized.] But do I really seem like a threat, Lambda?

[retromodel]

... no.

[She approaches Cosmos.] An unknown variable has affected threat level calculation. Modified threat level... is zero.

Searching for cause...

[white_polaris]

It is because I am not a threat, Lambda. I would never hurt you or another. [She holds out her hand to the approaching Lambda.]

[retromodel]

Understood. Lambda... will trust.

[Without even knowing why she instinctively regards this woman as her superior, she trundles up to Cosmos. But doesn't take her hand...]

... Social convention detected. Loading response... complete. [Theeeeere we go, now she takes Cosmos's hand.]

Mission report follows. Daily patrol duty. Result: this sector of Somni... clear of danger.

[white_polaris]

[Her fingers wrap around Lambda's hand and she smiles.]

So, you are on patrol as well. That's very kind of you, Lambda.

[retromodel]

Kind...?

[She seems unable to decide on how to react to this word, and fidgets a little.]

Stating mission parameters... to protect home from hostile forces. Unable to calculate compatibility with "kind"...

[white_polaris]

Well, you aren't just protecting your home, you are protecting the home of others without anyone asking you to or repaying you.