There was a certain heavy sense of relief as the sight of the barrier came back into view, leaving behind what felt like an endless journey trough grassy fields. All for what? Measly scrap metal. There was a scraping sound as the decommissioned android your group drug along slid over a rock. It was definitely a lot more disturbing than a normal piece of scrap, looking like a pale corpse dangling behind. Stepping inside the barrier washed a particular feeling over you as the air suddenly changed. That is when the expedition decided to leave the realm of normalcy... at least normal for Ardeia. It moved.
The white humanoid twitched as a sharp *clunk* of gears all suddenly in tension emanated from it. There was a panicked spread as the machine began to right itself. It's movements were jerky and mechanical, jet somehow still refined and elegant. A single word was spoken. Not by any frightened person, but by the AL1 unit itself.
"Task?"
AL1-C3 とのストーリーチャット
