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(OOC: Don't need training, as I've lost my memory, not my ability. i was trained years ago. So I'm a wanderer of neutral position and of Knight/Crusader ability any concerns, please check the bio)
Down almeda went, down down down. The epic amount of metallic stairs made him angry. He wasn't out of shape, quite the contrary actually. It was just such a hastle. No matter. He put it beside him. as he went down the tower of spiraling stairs, he reflected on the note he had received at the front desk.
600 Masterson, -20th Floor
Just a note, typed up in a hurry, strewn across a peice of ripped paper. he was concerned about....wait...he felt concerned for what? he shook of the feeling, a replaced it with disgust. it had been nearly a month since he had made this deal with Svenske. Not a single reply or response. Not even details on his assignment or job or whatever it was that crazy machine wanted him to do. finally, he made it to the -20th floor, finding only a vault door. He pulled up his hands, Force Pushin the large metal door away, revealing an almost empty room. Pure white all around, the room housed little more than a large CPU, a holo projector, and a petite synthetic, female body in the corner Almeda sighed, replacing the empty space where the vault door had been, with an assortment of metal sheets outside the door. All he could do now was wait for that stubborn AI to finally speak to him. He leaned against the wall, opposite the large center projector, using the Force Sight to make sure all was clear. when he realised it was he opened his eyes. Now, ti was just a waiting game.
Down almeda went, down down down. The epic amount of metallic stairs made him angry. He wasn't out of shape, quite the contrary actually. It was just such a hastle. No matter. He put it beside him. as he went down the tower of spiraling stairs, he reflected on the note he had received at the front desk.
600 Masterson, -20th Floor
Just a note, typed up in a hurry, strewn across a peice of ripped paper. he was concerned about....wait...he felt concerned for what? he shook of the feeling, a replaced it with disgust. it had been nearly a month since he had made this deal with Svenske. Not a single reply or response. Not even details on his assignment or job or whatever it was that crazy machine wanted him to do. finally, he made it to the -20th floor, finding only a vault door. He pulled up his hands, Force Pushin the large metal door away, revealing an almost empty room. Pure white all around, the room housed little more than a large CPU, a holo projector, and a petite synthetic, female body in the corner Almeda sighed, replacing the empty space where the vault door had been, with an assortment of metal sheets outside the door. All he could do now was wait for that stubborn AI to finally speak to him. He leaned against the wall, opposite the large center projector, using the Force Sight to make sure all was clear. when he realised it was he opened his eyes. Now, ti was just a waiting game.