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[werescourge]

The ruins of the City may be disheartening to the rest of the crew, but Kyladriss wasn't concerned with repairs of any kind. She stalked through the streets dragging a pile of robot parts on a large awning she'd salvaged from one of the buildings, inspecting fallen enemies with a critical eye

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Looking for scrap

[zouichi]

"Guess you're not with the cleanup crew, then." Zouichi shed his helmet, placing it on top of the large black bike he'd been using to get around while scouting out the damage to the City. "Long time no see. You doing all right?"

Re: Looking for scrap

[werescourge]

Here was the strange person she remembered from when she'd first fallen out of the pods. His inquiry after her welfare was unexpected - she hadn't exactly interacted with much of the crew and doubted she had particularly endeared herself to anyone.

"I was not injured severely in the battle," she said by way of reply. "No thanks to my lack of battle plate. That is what I am attempting to rectify."

[zouichi]

An enigma, indeed.

"So you're going to try and get some made out of scrap metal?" Zouichi frowned a little. "Well, it's not like I'm an expert in plate mail, but... it didn't do the robots much good. You sure you wouldn't be better off in some of that Thorn Armor or something?"

[werescourge]

"It is true that it is not saronite," Kyladriss said, looking over her pile of scrap. She tapped one of her claws on the blade of her sword - it made a strange whispering tang, the sound of saronite metal. "But with enchantments, it will perhaps suffice."

If it didn't, she'd take her frustrations out by beating something senseless in the Sensoriums and then figure out another plan.

"I will wait for the blacksmith's decision on whether these materials are suitable. Some of the constructs - robots - were quite impervious to my blade. I am searching for those primarily."

[zouichi]

"I'm not really familiar with saronite, but if you can describe what those robots looked like, I can probably help you search for them. You want their main carapaces, right?"

Zouichi had really been too busy exploding robots to take much note of what they were made of. Maybe she meant the Terminators.

[werescourge]

Kyladriss nodded, indicating the awning covered in scrap with one clawed hand. "There were those that traveled by rolling into a ball - but perhaps their durability came from their shield, because I do not find it difficult to accidentally bend the plates when I am removing them. Then there were the humanoids constructs with the red eyes, that could not be stopped by any of my means. The creatures with the single eye are not intelligent enough to be a threat but their armor plating is impressive."

The destruction droids, terminators and daleks. That's what Kyladriss was after, although she'd take bits of scrap from other things if those were in short supply.

[zouichi]

"Okay, got it." Out of all of them, Zouichi had had the most contact with the Terminators, and their ability to keep going despite all damage to deter them had... well, kind of impressed him. He didn't know much about those Daleks, but he could keep an eye out for them, too.

He looked around, spotted one of the larger piles of rubble, then began sifting through it, lifting heavy beams carefully out of the way as one might put aside children's toys. There were benefits to enhanced strength. "Anyway, not everyone came out of that in one piece. I guess we're lucky in that regard."

[werescourge]

Kyladriss considered the cuts on her arms - cuts that she would have to have stitched closed, as they would not heal themselves. "Luck had nothing to do with it," she said. "The unskilled rely on the skilled to protect them. I have the ability, I used it, I survived."

She was very matter-of-fact about the whole robots attacking the ship thing. Such things weren't exactly commonplace on Azeroth, but they did have elementals randomly rupturing into their capital cities and dragons torching whole districts. Sudden crisis was the norm, and Kyladriss found some measure of comfort in the fact that it was no different here.

[zouichi]

Zouichi raised an eyebrow at her. Skill didn't have much to do with whether your pod had been the one chosen when SHODAN had decided to put on her little show. But somehow, he felt like he didn't quite have the heart to point that out. They had been parents, friends, comrades. They probably didn't need to be trotted out to prove a point.

"You don't seem very phased by what happened."

[werescourge]

"I have fought much greater evils than SHODAN, who attacked with just as much warning," Kyladriss said. When Deathwing burst from his prison beneath the earth, all of Azeroth had to drop what they were doing and immediately respond to the threat. "And the Alliance and the Horde are at war. Before I was taken to the ship I spent many nights on the front lines."

Finally realizing that Zouichi was doing most of the work unearthing her raw materials, Kyladriss dropped the edges of the awning and moved to help him. She eyed the size of the pieces he was tossing aside. "I was correct when I said you were not human, wasn't I? Are you a construct?"

[zouichi]

"Right," said Zouichi, "I heard a little about that from Alastirra." Not that he really understood what they were fighting about, though. "Are you saying this is all a walk in the park for you, then? And what were you fighting about?"

He picked up a large chunk of what was once a Terminator, setting it down in the 'maybe' pile. Come to think of it, Ildraniath had called him a construct, too. But by now, he'd more or less resigned himself to the fact that other than himself and Jr., no one really understood what a Synthetic Human was. And that they usually sort of glazed over when he tried to explain. "Well... I guess you could say that. I'm a Synthetic Human. I'm mostly organic, though. Not like the robots that attacked the ship."

[werescourge]

Kyladriss snorted. "I would not go so far as to say it is 'business as usual.' Even the greatest threats on Azeroth were unable to completely remove our abilities for any length of time. But I have noticed that those on the ship from my world are all of the same type of person. On Azeroth they are called adventurers, or mercenaries. We are the elite of the world, and when the world is threatened its leaders call upon us first. We gain a reputation for being able to solve the inscrutable and take down the impossible."

Not really a walk in the park, and it never really was, but this was the kind of thing Kyladriss did every day. As for Zouichi's description of his nature... "Where you born, and then changed, or where you made this way?"

[zouichi]

"Hmm. So no ordinary townsfolk." That was a little unusual, wasn't it? There were all kinds of people here, some who'd never even received firearms training or had any sort of useful combat skill before waking up. "So if you're all mercenaries, does that make the ship your client?"

In response to her question, Zouichi shrugged. "I guess it depends on how you look at it. I was engineered to have superhuman abilities, but most of my enhancements were installed during synthesis. Either way, though, I wouldn't exist if someone hadn't put a lot of work into creating me."

[werescourge]

"Many of us may have been ordinary at some point, but no longer. We have seen too many great evils unleashed on our world and fought in too many wars."

The rubble they cleared so far had exposed part of an arm and most of the torso of the terminator, but they had to dig a little farther if they wanted to move the thing without bringing down the rest of the pile. "I would consider the crew to be who I am working for. The ship is merely a vehicle, no matter how intelligent she is."

[zouichi]

Zouichi was going to say something sarcastic, then -- maybe something along the lines of how he guessed sympathy wasn't one of the super special services the elite adventurer Kyladriss offered to her clients. But he didn't. He didn't even roll his eyes. It was hard. It was hard and nobody understood.

"I've got a couple of shells here. You think they're big enough?"

[werescourge]

Don't get too bent out of shape at Azerothians, Zouichi. Death Knights are kind of a special case. Sympathy and compassion isn't really in their vocabulary.

"They would provide adequate coverage if the blacksmith judges their pieces are sound," Kyladriss said. "It is also possible he will melt all of it down and begin from scratch. I cannot say. I am a scribe, not a blacksmith."

She tugged on the exposed arm, jerking it back and forth until she had managed to get the torso free. Then she set to work severing the circuit connections between it and the rest of the body.