Angelic_Crux
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While Suzune was busy maneuvering the shuttle into the larger ship's dock, Tsura rose from her seat, passing into the crew quarters with a soft, "I am going to prepare for the interface." Though she had precious little time to prepare, the automaton's hands took up her brush and paint, moving with the deftness and precision that would forever belong to the world of machines alone. She was just finishing when the shuttle shuddered into place, Suzune's footsteps ringing against the metal floor as Tsura put away her brushes.
The mechanical spacer moved to follow after Suzune, the solid weight of her body making quite a different sound with each quick step. Eight hundred pounds rarely move quietly, after all. Stepping up behind Suzune as the short engineer came to a stop, Tsura towered over Suzune just as easily as Suzune towered over the small Elysian medic.
Unlike the boxy, unadorned bodies so common among automatons, Tsura's had a sleek, shiny quality that marked her as having been worked on by Yamataian hands. The artistry and talent in the craft of her body, however, was a bit overshadowed by the decals and logos that were painted over her body. Beginning at her chest and spreading out to each shoulder were two stylized open hands; on each forearm, two different plugs had been painted, one with a male and the other with a female adapter; finally, across her forehead, two vertical lines had been drawn, with a circle between them.
Looking down at the waifish Elysian before them, Tsura stood in silence for a long moment before speaking in her unaffected, artificial voice. "Let this be the Zero One of our lulz. Left and right coming together in a circle." She extended a hand, lightly warming the fingers and palm so as to be pleasing to the touch. Knowing only smatterings of Yamataian and Nepleslian greeting etiquette, the Nepleslian greeting ritual was chosen as the more appropriate. If only her face had been designed to smile; her inability to physically emote often frustrated her among races she could not stream data to.
The mechanical spacer moved to follow after Suzune, the solid weight of her body making quite a different sound with each quick step. Eight hundred pounds rarely move quietly, after all. Stepping up behind Suzune as the short engineer came to a stop, Tsura towered over Suzune just as easily as Suzune towered over the small Elysian medic.
Unlike the boxy, unadorned bodies so common among automatons, Tsura's had a sleek, shiny quality that marked her as having been worked on by Yamataian hands. The artistry and talent in the craft of her body, however, was a bit overshadowed by the decals and logos that were painted over her body. Beginning at her chest and spreading out to each shoulder were two stylized open hands; on each forearm, two different plugs had been painted, one with a male and the other with a female adapter; finally, across her forehead, two vertical lines had been drawn, with a circle between them.
Looking down at the waifish Elysian before them, Tsura stood in silence for a long moment before speaking in her unaffected, artificial voice. "Let this be the Zero One of our lulz. Left and right coming together in a circle." She extended a hand, lightly warming the fingers and palm so as to be pleasing to the touch. Knowing only smatterings of Yamataian and Nepleslian greeting etiquette, the Nepleslian greeting ritual was chosen as the more appropriate. If only her face had been designed to smile; her inability to physically emote often frustrated her among races she could not stream data to.