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[cephalon]

Who: Ordis and YOU
Broadcast: Video
Action: On the Marsiva
When: Now

[It isn't peaceful when the man in the broadcast finally stirs awake. One moment he's merely laying there, awkwardly nude and as still as death, the next he's a flailing mass of limbs that succeeds at knocking himself to the floor. There's a grunt as he meets the floor, and what ensues is a rather odd struggle as he tries unsuccessfully to untangle himself. The best he can manage is a disorganized heap, arms caught beneath his torso and cheek pressed uncomfortably into the floor as he very adamantly voices his displeasure.]

Ordis demands to know what is going on immediately!

[There's certainly anger in his tone, but beneath it there's notes of increasingly uncontrolled alarm, which only seem to increase exponentially with each word. Strangely though, it doesn't seem as though he's quite used to the act of even speaking though, as he struggles to unpin his arms, his hands fly to his face and fingers probing about his features with almost frenetic energy. It can't be pleasant, because there's an exlimation of surprise and pain that has him jerking back and staring wide eyed and horrified down at his arms.]

What is this?!?

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[lord_wizard]

Arms, I dare say...

[He's feeling in a helpful mood, clearly.]

[pompous_today]

What's the matter? Are you injured?

ARE YOU READY OR WHAT

[pain_train]

What's what? Your face? Don't poke yourself, you're going to like put your eye out and that hurts, trust me. And then they have to give you a robot eye, and it's actually kind of cool because then you can like see infrared and watch porn whenever you want but. Uh. It really hurts first okay, so I don't recommend it.

Um, so your name is Ordis? I'm Lieutenant Wrath!

[cephalon]

Ordis can see that!

[There's a rising note of hysteria as he continues.]

What Ordis is questioning is why -these fleshy pulsating- they are here!

[cephalon]

Ordis is not further degraded!

[He's a bit indignant at that accusation.]

SO READY

[cephalon]

[What? What that's so many words, he's never heard anyone go on that much, aside from Alad, and frankly he has no positive feelings for the man so he's left actually momentarily distracted as he tries to sort through all of the information. In the end, he gives up and decides that being upset is far more worth his time.]

What is going on!!

lol oh god

[pain_train]

[Oh god, is he going to like, fucking stroke out because he's so upset? Well, Wrath defaults back to the militia way of dealing with freak outs: stern, confident lieutenant voice.]

Calm down. Deep breaths.

[Civilians, how the fuck do they work?]

[cephalon]

Ordis does not need breaths this is illogical and disgusting and -this lump of meat-

[Admittedly, he's actually winding himself just a little bit, and it's such a strange and foreign feeling that it feeds back on itself, causing the hysteria to grow.]

[pain_train]

[Okay, she has a guess what's going on here, after dealing with Delta and Sigma.]

You actually do have to breathe, whether you want to or not. You need to calm the fuck down before you stroke out. Ordis.

You're a computer person, right? They stuck you in like a vat clone body or something.

[cephalon]

Ordis is not a computer!

[He can at least muster up the energy to be indignant about that. A computer, really.]

How would you like it if Ordis called you a kubrow, hm? The both of you have hair that sheds and drool and could track dirt all over Ordis' nice clean interior! Of course you're the same thing!

[Well, at least he's not hyperfocused on the situation at hand anymore.]

Everything doesn't look in Ordis rn

[tennohno]

[He had been meditating by one of the windows of the ship, trying to contemplate where else to search for his gear. However all of that came to a screeching halt. Quite literally. He didn't catch most of had been said except for someone freaking out. It sounded...familiar. But he didn't want to get his hopes up.]

It'd be best if you weren't howling like a kubrow over comms. Breathe.

[However he soon realizes that the man on the other end is quite naked. Heat hits his cheeks and he looks away. Was decency something not everyone knew? Where was this man's clothes?]

Also cover yourself.

[pain_train]

I wouldn't care cause I don't know what that is and I've been called worse shit anyway because I'm a dumbass fucking infantry rat. It's not kind to call people names, but it's also not like getting your kidney shot out.

But okay, if you're not a computer person, what are you? I'm sorry, I didn't mean to be rude.

is that a PUN

[cephalon]

[Why is everyone telling him to breathe? Breathing is the last thing he wants to be doing because it's awkward and wrong and what is going on and was he just compared to a kubrow because that isn't okay in the slightest.

There's an answering garbled noise, glitchy and frankly inhuman, and he doesn't care in the slightest about the chiding. Garments are frankly the least of his worries right now. And while there's something familiar to the voice, he's not entirely in the right state of mind to place it.]

No you're a kubrow!

[What an astoundingly mature response.]

[cephalon]

You are the one rattling off insults first.

[Really, he's quite offended by the computer comment. But at the very least he can take a moment of time out of his meltdown to correct her.]

Ordis is a cephalon.

A necessary one

[tennohno]

[The Tenno gives a slight frustrated grunt. This person was still shouting and--what was that noise he just made?]

Do you even know what a kubrow is? Now chill out. You're going to hurt yourself if you don't relax.

[cephalon]

Of course Ordis knows what a kubrow is! They are disgusting creatures that emit unpleasant odors, track muddy prints through Ordis' clean interior, and drool on every available surface!

[He certainly does not appreciate the questioning of his intelligence.]

[tennohno]

[He wants to argue about how they don't do that but promptly shuts his mouth to think. The voice glitching made sense let alone the voice itself and the third person. That lieutenant had talked about AI getting bodies but...no. He had to make sure.]

...Ordis?

[cephalon]

Ordis' name is Ordis, yes. That is not the issue called into question at this moment.

[tennohno]

If you are who you say you are, why aren't you on the liset?

[Come on cephalon. Focus. He needed to know for sure.]

[cephalon]

[Alright, this seems to be the first person making sense, but it's actually a bit more disconcerting than he'd have thought it would be.]

Ordis would like to know that very question!

[tennohno]

You survived the Grineer trying to scrap you. I will find a way to fix this even without the Lotus' help. Even without a fully functional frame.

[It's troubling that Ordis has yet to make the connection but no matter. If he couldn't do his duty then the cephalon will be his main concern.] We've survived the Old War and I will not abandon you again. So calm down.

[cephalon]

[That...that shouldn't be knowledge that anyone has, or at least anyone in this strange place he's found himself in, and that alone makes him pause. The familiarity, it all clicks and when he speaks again his tone is low and reverent.]

Operator? Is that you?

[tennohno]

[There we go, Ordis made the connection even if he had to delve into their past. No more snappy AI for a bit. This was much easier to work with and he can start figuring out how to rectify this even if albeit slowly.]

Yes. Even though Chroma is...well stripped down. Where are you? Are you ok besides from the obvious?

[cephalon]

Operator, it really is you!

[That's why the voice had seemed familiar, though admittedly it was very strange to be hearing it like this, and not from the entirety of the ship's sensors. But that can wait, the fact that his Operator is here is far more important.]

You have come to rescue Ordis! Ordis is sorry that he has somehow left the liset, but that will be remedied soon, correct?

[Of course it will, this is the Operator. He's fixed the cephalon once before, he can do it again.]

I-I-I-

[No, that's still too hard.]

Ordis is unsure of where he is, but is stuck in this -vile- unfortunate figure at the time. It is really most distressing.

[tennohno]

[With that, he's up and moving back in the general direction of the rooms similar to his own that he awoken in. The background behind Ordis seemed almost identical to his so that means he had to be somewhere near hopefully. To think there was something more to tear apart the ship over than his own armor.]

I'll try my best. I can't promise anything anytime soon but I'll help as much as I can. The liset isn't here though. That I know for certain.

[Now how to actually locate the cephalon...]

It's not vile, something new. You can handle it. Trust me I know you can. I'm going to grab you things but I need to know your location. Can you stick anything under the door maybe?