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"Who would have thought that a toenail fungus could be the catalyst for a spiritual guide?"

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"Yes, sir. Cooking, cleaning, moving the heavier equipment and tending to medical needs. However I might be of assistance." He paused and tilted his head at the question, mannerisms as human as possible. "How did any of us get here, captain? Through creation in one form or in another." He supposed it wasn't quite what was meant, but he didn't know truly how he had gotten here. Only that he'd woken here ready to serve humanity to the best of his ability. "Generally, I would report to the foreman, but I'm afraid his skull was cracked when the strike breakers came in. Unless... you're here to give me a new directive." He rather hoped that might be the case as he'd be lost without someone in command. Stepping from the cell was -as the humans were so fond of saying- as if a weight off of his shoulders.

"Not a dent, sir. The miners on the other hand didn't fare quite as well when the strike breakers came in." As it turned out humans tended to be quite squishy when struck by batons. "I do hope they're alright." A shame that it had to come to violence, and he had not been able to negotiate a peaceful end to the strike. But the damage was done and well past by now. "I'm quite ready to return to work." He felt a bit 'stir-crazy' as humans called it. There was so much work to be done. The ship must be terribly filthy without him taking care of the upkeep. Oh, he shuddered at the very thought of the dust bunnies building.

"What else is there for me to do? Either I fix the ship, or I lie down, and I die here." He much preferred to keep on fighting until his very last breath than to give up and let himself become dessert for those things out there, because they were having a very hearty dinner right about now. "Caz. UC Highlanders at your service." Tucking his other hand beneath his arm once more he offered the uninjured one out towards her. He would wait awhile for those creatures to wander off with full bellies before he would try to get those parts that he needed. There were plenty of burned out mechs around that he could try to get the parts he needed.

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"You saw nothing?" Disappointment laced the scientists voice that he did not have the first-hand account that he had hoped he might have gotten. "The battle didn't wipe the planet clean. My specimen did that. I understand why they would have no interest in a synthetic, but I can't comprehend why they didn't get to you. Blind luck?" Sighing the scientist leaned forward, chair creaking beneath his weight as he did so. "It truly is a shame that you know nothing." Folding his hands together he glanced at his synth. "But perhaps you can still be of use to science. I would quite like to see the specimen in action."

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