#a singular finger look steampunk anyway

[codgod]

fellas is it gay to willingly take half of your co-captains damage using an enchanted ring. is it gay to protect another man from harm . fellas

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TFtCS: A Moment in Future’s Past

   “So…” Davy stammered, having to look down and back up to reassess her thoughts. “...Are we gonna tell Brother ‘bout Observant?”    A set of listless footsteps make way to the thick exit, Melissa clearly sought out on exiting the scene, hands wrapped around each other behind her back.    “Are you serious…?” She turns her head to peer at the captain who she’s been freeloading off from for oh-so long, her previous objective now counteracted by such a naive question. “Davy, you want to find Nemesis, right? Who’s to say that the Vanguard will actually keep us involved. If we tell them about Observant, they’d most-likely try to confiscate our only lead!” The wizard’s body slowly turns, one foot moving around the other to let her form rotate a full 180 degrees. Her eyebrows are flat beneath their glass covers and her back stays straightened. “No videos. No lead. No Nemesis.”    Dav’s highest desire was to speak, her fleshy index finger already extended and mouth open, however, another idea had approached the young mind, overthrowing the last.    “I mean, of course! But... why do you care? What’d you have t’ gain?”    “I-” Melissa’s body refused to move as she pondered; she didn’t even know herself! Her once-relaxed eyes both twitched open open, the silence followed by a radiant blush. “I- I just think that you pirates could use someone as great as me!” Her arms cross tighter than before and eyes shut completely, head turning away as she throws the taller female aloof. The room is met with an awkward few-moment silence, it being broken as Jessie flops down into one of the secondary chairs and reclines.    “Welp. If I’m gonna be the kid’s handbook then I ain’t driving~” The co-captain’s forearms rest behind his head and legs cross as his eyes rest, mouth sneered and pointed along the edges. Melissa jumped at the opportunity, both metaphorically and literally. She took a dive directly at the door and blipped from existence, definately to the laboratory below. Davy holds her previous questioning expression, having to jostle around her head just to become reorientated with time.    “Guess I’m drivin’!” The black-hatted woman reaches over and grips down over the head of the driver’s seat, hoisting herself over like a catapult and dropping down amongst the inviting, cushioned item. Her hands reach towards the wheel, hands grabbing at the various wooden prongs that protrude from its cylindrical body, right hand soon releasing it to crank up the craft’s stick to send them forward. The steampunk-esque boat floats its way through the cosmic emptiness, slowed by the two still-bursted engines. The communications monitor lights up with a loud ring, a basic caller identification displayed across its dirty, reused glass. Upon it flickers a rounded automaton. The woman revealed herself to be none other than Davy’s contractor! A singular eye isn’t exactly the best thing as showing off complicated emotion, but the way that Lynn jostled and shimmied herself around showed that she was definitely unnerved, though, not fearful..    “Lynn!” Davy happily shouts after aiming her vision towards the monitor glance, not really too contempt with focusing on the nonexistent road due to its lack of, well, anything.    “Davy! Just what in the Forerunner’s name is going on!? It’s supposed to be the middle of the night and all of a sudden the whole planet lights up like some kind of supernova! I tried to call you like, eight times now, but I haven’t been able to connect!” The captain gives a small, sudden hop, quickly rotating her up-most body part back to face her secondary. He givs a relaxed shrug, not really caring too much about the situation, and she turns back, now having to think-up some spontaneous story.    “Oh! Well, uhh… You see, af’er completing our listing… A Vanguard Cruiser flew in ov��rhead! We probably jus’ got caught under their security scramblers or somethin’. As for the lights, I’ve got absolutely no idea whatsoever!” Davy tries to reassure her close friend with a large, shiny smile, the gate of white panels having a hard time imprisoning her faulty lie, to which Lynn just responds with a confused gaze; one side of her eyelid lifted higher than the other.    “Well… Eh, whatever. Anyway, I was hoping we could just hang out sometime; things have been getting pretty hectic around here lately and I need a break.”    “Will do!” Davy looked over to the caller and gave a thumbs-up, a no-mouth smile being returned before the call ends.    Melissa steps back down into the laboratorym chunks and blades of metal scattered all around the floor, the monitor and computer as a whole having to be restarted after the power outage. She approached the beastly device, flicking a lever or two and pushing down on a large button. The system soon resets and the wizard finds herself intertwined with a series of files once more, each video being exactly 24 hours in length, all named by their date taken.    “Hmm…” Thousands of meaningless icons bombard the screen, Melissa having to pass through most of the uninteresting thumbnails of when the daily cycle resets. Many were just black screens, probably from Observant’s power-down sequence, something all droids have to do in order to avoid overheating. She started to get annoyed with the lack of progress as seconds turn to minutes.    Finally, after roughly ten minutes of searching and inspecting, Melissa finally uncovers the very last, or rather first, of the spammed data. The thumbnail is, as expected, a mass of pure black. This had to have been the bot’s very first activation, so something like this was expected, and the only exception on generating distraught.    “Here we are…” The small woman’s tongue slipped out from the side of her mouth as she moves the cursor over to the icon, giving it a pair of determined clicks. The file opens and takes form across the entire screen, a blipping light appearing in the center as it loads.    “Let’s see just what went on here…”    >October 10, 2249: Initial Boot-Up    The monitor glows to life, revealing a large, open structure. Above stood a massive ceiling, both sides curved together to meet at a central line that massed through the entire building’s top, the rounded grooves giving it a small amount of noticeable texture.    “Haha! I’ve done it!” A figure happily walks into Observan’t vision. That short red hair, the puffy bun atop it; this could only have been Nemesis! Her right eye’s eris was a light red, a soft patch of cotton-escue material was bandaged onto her face and covered the other socket. “It’s taken me eight months but I’ve finally done it! Davy, come here!” She looks away to an off-screen figure as she fans over to her, a younger form of the captain herself walking into view. She lacked any kind of hat and her eyepatch was the same as the other female’s, only colored black as opposed to Nemesis’s white.    “Woah…” Davy curiously tapped on the screen, triggering the automaton to reach and gently grab her wrist.    “Please, don’t.” A booming voice overpowered the sounds made by the two humanoids, both of them responding with a small amount of shock.    “Haha! His auditory systems are functional too!” The doctor’s hands clasp together directly in front of her face as her eyes squint shut in extreme joy.    “So Nem, you’re telling me that with only a few spare manuels, you taught yourself how to program a robot? And in just eight months!?” Davy looked over to her partner in awe, both curious and surprised.    “Correct! And what have you been doing all this time; reading that silly book~?” Nemesis chuckles and cocks back an eyebrow, the lids of her eyes moving in a subtle, yet similar matter. Davy blushes and straightens out her body, arms, legs, and back.    “Hey! Pirates are cool!” She lifts up a hardcover kids book, on it being a group of colorfully-drawn pirates atop their ship, its contents being a playful story that gifts her with small insight on just what a ‘pirate’ actually is. Nemesis rolls her singular mechanical eye and snuckers out of satirical sass.    “But Davy! Think about it! We’ve only talked to each other ever since we woke up, we can make a whole society if we wanted!” The doctor’s hands were still gripping against each other’s palms, but her head was tilted up with star-filled eyes.    “That would be cool…”    Observant’s head turns back and forth to each woman, he soon hoisting himself up with his two forearms. The large droid was still laying down against his back-most half, but now had a bit more mobility to his upper portion.    “Speaking of which… Davy, how’s that new arm treating you?” The captain extends her half-mechanical limb, its fingers giving a gentle numb wiggle and not much more.    “Hmm… Kind of hard to control… It’s been helpful on shipwork, though; great for moving things around!”    The automaton turns his head to look towards the open end of the factory’s hangar, in place being a comfy, four-legged spaceship. The runway was flat, the only items left strewn across its surface being the various resources needed to craft the unfinished cruiser.    “Well you better be helpful! You’re the one who wanted to stick with the whole pirate theme~” Davy’s left leg bends and slams against Observant’s laying-desk, her back becoming firm.    “Ahoy ye matey! It be a fine day for some adventure!” Her hand flattens and sits level with her eyebrows as she looks around, lightly roleplaying as if they were a pair of humans out at sea.    Melissa pauses the video and closes the video file, her lips flat and emotionless, but her eyes widened with knowledge. The ship comes to an abrupt halt after slowing down, they were entering the historical site. She could hear the engines slowly power off and lower in tempo ultil they ultimately went silent.The main door opens and metallic footsteps come from above. While the voice was muffled, Elo had began speaking with whoever was up there with him, most likely Davy and some crewmates.    “So, uhh… Wha’d I miss, exactly?”