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Who: Mystique and open
Broadcast: Fleetwide video
Action: Marsiva
When: Now.

[For any that may be watching the new recruit's arrival they would recognize the instant she became conscious, even if she didn't move from the bed. Her form shifted, a change in coloration, blue skin to tanned Caucasian and fiery red hair to glossy blonde. Despite looking like she was still asleep and resting Mystique was hyper aware something was wrong, trying to identify her surroundings through her other senses as she continued to mimic sleep.

Yet several long minutes later after no attack or sounds of another living being, she rose smoothly and cautiously from the bed, eyes darting around to her new surroundings. Her face was stiff, frozen in a forced calm expression while her mind raced to figure out what the hell was going on. It looked like a facility, similar to the one Scott Summers had trapped her in and left her to be experimented on. A flash of white hot rage at the memory shot through her but she quickly shoved it back. She was repay him ten folds for that, but for now she had to focus on what was going on.

Her exploration of the areas was only increasing her frustration and anger, ignoring those others trapped with her for the time and slipping out of their way to try and discover what was going on. Yet it was another discovery that angered her greater than anything else; the augment. She had been chipped, a fucking implant placed in her, and if it wasn't for the information that was ever so slowly trickling through it, to tell her that no, this wasn't a government base holding mutants, or even related to mutants in any way, she would had ripped it right out of her skull. She was still considering it actually.

Instead she looked to find the cameras, the ones she now knew were watching her, unable to keep a snarl from her face as she let her true form show.] Whoever thinks that I'm happy to be part of your little freak show, you're sorely mistaken. Or you will be once I get my hands on you.

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[If he had asked before Mystique had been given a chance to cool her anger, when she was still believing this was some sort of government trap or big science experiment, her own answer would not be so gentle. And while previous experiences did put her on edge as he asked that question, she chose to answer honestly, not ashamed of her mutation in the least.] I'm a mutant, a shape shifter, it's part of my DNA.

How fascinating. It is an actual physical change, then? Is the process painful or are you adapted to that as well?

[Wait, he's likely being rude. Can't have that.]

Forgive me. Doubtless my questions are prying and unwelcome. I am Daneel Olivaw.

Yes, they are. [Maybe a little, but nothing compared to her. Mystique didn't bother to mince words or bother with manners unless they were aiding her in gaining an advantage somehow.] And such questions are not typically welcomed, too many choosing to use that information to try and 'cure' us or just kill us off.

So what are you, Daneel Olivaw, a so called man of science, or just a bit too curious?

[Kill? No. No. He has the decency to look alarmed at the suggestion. Hardly surprising, perhaps. And he has some personal experience with hiding certain talents for the sake of survival.]

I am a robot, in fact. Perhaps I'm guilty of being too curious about something I did not know was possible. I beg your pardon. No offence was meant. Certainly, nothing that does not cause you distress needs curing, much less anything so... drastic as calling for your death.

[Just a little shocked at that idea.]

[A robot? Mystique studied the image before her carefully, as if trying to spot signs of such a claim. This kind of robotics did not exist in her world, the most complex would have to be a Sentinel, and even then she didn't think they had the ability to lie, especially around a mutant.] I see. [Or more the fact she doesn't... which made it all the more interesting.

Silently debating how to continue on with this, if to trust him or not, she saw no harm in answering those previous questions. And if there was, well, she would take it out on him later.] Yes, it's a physical change, and no, no pain and I've had plenty of practice at it.

Fascinating. And yet, you imply that others would hurt you for this skill?

[It's not... terribly surprising, if he's honest with himself. He just prefers to think the best of people.]

That is unfortunate.

Humans often are scared of what is different, especially when it is something more powerful than them, [This was said with a mixture of anger and pride.] Mutants are the next step in evolution, and they can't stand that it will make them obsolete. So they try and control us, or kill us off, or turn us against ourselves, when they are the real threat.

[He's momentarily puzzled by the way she talks about humans as something other than herself, but it's an easy solution for him. She is descended from humans, and therefore, as far as his programming must be concerned, she is human, and it's simple enough to slot her away into that category. It's still an interesting puzzle, though. How to sort out the First Law in a case like this?]

I have noted that humans often fear change. It is unfortunate, as often strong emotions will cause them to make unwise decisions.

That's one way of putting it. [She was not the best person to discuss this with as Mystique's opinion was very hypocritical. She was blind to her own aggressive emotions that fueled her determination to protect mutants and hatred for humankind, yet ready to point out that same flaw in her enemies. Her view was very limited, unable to put herself in other's shoes, and only content on fulfilling her own mission rather than aid others.]

Do you fear for your safety here? I know in your place I would be inclined to hide my abilities.

[He is doing that. He is doing precisely that.]

However, that option does not seem possible for you any longer.

I don't fear for my safety back home, this place will be no different in regards to what I can control. Though I am assuming our 'hosts' did not bring us here to just try and kill us. [Or maybe they did, who knew what the thinking process of their captors were.] If someone gets into their tiny mind that they want to try and hurt me, then they will get a very painful lesson on why that is a bad idea.

[... oh.]

I doubt that will be necessary.

[He's attempting to be soothing. Maybe that's the wrong approach, but the vague threat of violence is... unsettling.]

I can certainly say that Atroma has not attempted to hurt any of us directly, to my knowledge.

[Those statements suddenly make Mystique wonder if any of those sci fi movies the Brotherhood boys use to watch held water, the concept of robots (It was still strange to link such a word with this person, ugh, robot, considering how lifelike he appeared) being built to not cause harm. However she supposed it was better than the alternative, it would just take some different thinking. After all, there was no such thing as a pacifist, only a person who had not been pushed far enough yet. With a robot though, those rules could be thrown out of the window.

There was also little point to start this type of reputation about herself just yet, bar of those who knew her already.] I suppose you're right. Hard to negotiate when someone is full of bullet holes.

Indeed, even if Atroma wishes to negotiate with us directly. So far, they don't seem inclined to interfere with us much at all. We are merely... here.

[It's not much in the way of answers. He knows that.]

I suppose there is... some comfort in that. [The pause between her words was to allow an aggravated sigh. For being taken against her will, at least this wasn't a place of experimenting or torture, thus it was a step up from the last place she had been imprisoned in.] If not still irritating.

And just how long have you been stuck here?

It has been close to a solar year, for me. I still don't understand much of why we are here. Nor have I seen any clear way to return to my own home universe.

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