[Javik hadn’t paid much mind to the locket, finding it even more clumsy and useless than his omni-tool. Thus far it contained nothing of interest to him, too reminiscent of the extranet and the chatter there. There was enough to see inside the castle without worrying about what was going on everywhere else. Familiarizing himself with Caer Scima was a priority, but that didn’t stop him from fiddling with the device when he tired of walking.
It was during one of those breaks that he caught the transmission, and the sight of it made his blood run cold. The exposed metal, the cybernetic eye - it was unmistakable to him. A synthetic. Here. Here, where his guns wouldn’t work and his shields were dead, but there was a machine with the facsimile of a human face staring out of the locket just the same.]
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It was during one of those breaks that he caught the transmission, and the sight of it made his blood run cold. The exposed metal, the cybernetic eye - it was unmistakable to him. A synthetic. Here. Here, where his guns wouldn’t work and his shields were dead, but there was a machine with the facsimile of a human face staring out of the locket just the same.]
How is that you function here, machine!?