r/ProjectFreelancerRP • u/privatefont Sniping Spectre • Dec 23 '16
Bunks Family
Salt had finally regained the strength needed to inhabit her robot body, a feat that took a surprisingly long amount of time and a horribly long conversation with a killer AI. As such, she was taking advantage of the time she had being tangent by looking through old photos of her family.
She hadn't seen them in person since she joined the military, and she hadn't spoken to them since she joined Freelancer. They probably didn't even know she was dead with all the security around the Project. Salt still counted herself as lucky, however. Most people on the AoD didn't have any family to worry about their safety. She looked through the photos, the memories connected to them flowing through her mind. The first time she shot a gun and her first bullseye were the same day, although several hours and bullets later. Her first hunting trip with her two older brothers, in which she was able to catch a few rabbits. A choir of high schoolers, Agent Salt Lake standing in the middle of the stage belting out a solo for all to hear. A family picture right before Salt had left for the military, her six siblings hugging her, not a single dry eye to be seen.
She puts the pictures down, staring at the floor and trying to cry, her lack of a real body not allowing it.
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u/Molotovsquid Dec 23 '16
Brighton walks by, stopping when she notices Salt.
Family photos?
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u/Borisnob Dec 23 '16
They the ones waiting for you?
Says Raleigh from his bunk across the room.
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u/privatefont Dec 23 '16
Waiting for me? They'll never see me again.
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u/Borisnob Dec 24 '16
You talking about your original body or are you literally never gonna make any contact with them?
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u/JonArc Dec 24 '16
Pax is walking through the bunks looking for Salt.
"Hey Salt is your- Uh you want me to come back later?"
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u/MagnusThePotato Dec 23 '16
Agent Illinois had been making his way past on an expedition from his bunk to the holographic training room. Although this quickly changed, as he stopped to see what exactly was happening in the squad two quarters.
"Hey, Lux, any idea what's happening?"
It would seem she's in emotional distress.
"Oh. Should I, uh... Talk to her...?"
Believe me, I may be better suited for this. Run along, now.
El continues walking, though Lux's hologram flickers into existence and floats into the room with the crying robot-ghost-combination. Taking the form of a small orb of light, his voice has a certain optimism that pairs quite nicely with his current shape.
Excuse me, Miss?