In its downtime (a concept that was still new to the machine), the T-800 had been taking on whatever tasks or duties it could. It was preferable to have something to do, and while deliveries weren't at all what Skynet had intended for its infiltrator cyborgs, the name, or designation on the request had been significant. Fortunately, it found most anything could be found in the ships of Flotsom so fulfilling the request had not been an issue.
The T-800 has accessorized a bit since she joined it for its patrol. A black leather jacket now sits over its massive frame and it has acquired a pair of black mirrored sunglasses. The jacket does an admirable job of hiding the handgun it has acquired. The sunglasses? That's harder to say.
"No problem-o." It replies, after watching her approach and sit down. It leans down and picks up the small crate next to where it had been sitting, and places it on the table in front of her. "As requested, all materials have been accounted for and gathered." It is an...intriguing list of goods. Some of it made sense, assuming this was for maintenance and repair, but others it was having trouble determining the exact purpose of.
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Date: 2024-06-16 09:47 pm (UTC)The T-800 has accessorized a bit since she joined it for its patrol. A black leather jacket now sits over its massive frame and it has acquired a pair of black mirrored sunglasses. The jacket does an admirable job of hiding the handgun it has acquired. The sunglasses? That's harder to say.
"No problem-o." It replies, after watching her approach and sit down. It leans down and picks up the small crate next to where it had been sitting, and places it on the table in front of her. "As requested, all materials have been accounted for and gathered." It is an...intriguing list of goods. Some of it made sense, assuming this was for maintenance and repair, but others it was having trouble determining the exact purpose of.
"Please confirm delivery of requested materials."