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Galaxy Garrison | Open Calibrations

WHO: Shiro and Open
WHERE: Calibration Room
WHAT: Memories!
WHEN: Sometime in May
WARNINGS: None yet, maybe one...

Waiting Room
Waiting Room is here

Calibration Room
The room that you enter into seems to be a rather neat and perhaps remarkably sterile looking room. The o1verall color scheme? Gray and orange. The walls, the appliances in the kitchen, and even the island counter is gray. However, barstools, the couch, and several chairs are all the same shade of orange. Clearly someone had a theme going here.

But aside from the fact that it still looked very sterile, there were some different objects that may have seemed out of place. On the counter, there was a pair of black rimmed glasses sitting there. Nearby, on the desk, there was a medal sitting out, the kind of medal that would have been awarded to someone in a military position. On a side table, there was a pair of goggles while over the back of one of the orange barstool was a torn purple shirt ~~cw: violence and slavery~~.

And seated on the orange couch was Shiro, reading something on a small tablet.

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"Ah. Well, then that makes a lot of sense why you wouldn't trust the military. Sounds like a terrible thing to do. I am sorry that is happening your world."

"Earth is just shit at this point. Maybe we should just fucking nuke it and start from scratch." Now there was an idea. Just burn it all down.

The scowl softens to a more neutral gaze. "So what... you mentioned a Voltron? What is it?"

"Well... I'd be inclined to say that it is not that bad, but I am also not from your world and don't know everything that is going on so take that with a grain of salt. I certainly understand that thought though."

He wanted to believe that it could be fixed, but he also only had what little he had been told by York to go on.

"So, Voltron is the legendary defender of the universe in my world. Separately the individual pieces of Voltron are five robot lions. When they come together, they form Voltron and fight the powers that seek to oppress others."

"Grain of salt taken and discarded because I don't eat." It's supposed to be a joke, but the tone makes it difficult to tell. At least Shiro had optimism for a situation he didn't know much of anything about.

"Robots." He sounds a bit unbelieving, then looks resigned about it. "With all the other shit in this city with where people come from, I shouldn't really be fucking surprised by it." A slight eye roll, but he thought it would definitely be nice if Voltron showed up in his Detroit. "Robots, cranky shithead librarians, little droids - you name it, this hellhole probably has it."

A glance at Shiro's arm.

"There's another guy with a metal arm in the city too." A pause before quickly adding, "I think."

"Well, you still took it," Shiro said with a faint smirk. He had chosen to take that as more of a joke just because of how York had said it.

"Well, the lions are not here. I guess they are too big according to this world? So it is just myself and two others who know of them."

It was at least some small consolation if York really was that annoyed about them.

"I think I might have met him before or spoken with him."

York stared at him for a long moment, then met the smirk with his own. Then huffs out a laughter as he looks away.

"Maybe too big, or there's no way to maintain them." Though the latter didn't really work since the Agrii brought York here. There didn't seem to be a way to maintain him. "A lot of different people here. Do they have androids in your world? Or just giant robots and world-dominating aliens? Which all sounds like something out of a piece of science fiction in my world."

"Well, either is an option. The lions kind of self-repair if they are idle long enough, but depending on the damage, it could take a while and it is not ideal."

He had to think about that for a moment. "Did we have androids?" They had met so many people traveling across the universe, but he couldn't distinctly recall... "There were smaller robots, like person-sized robots, but they still looked very much like robots. So I will have to say I am not aware if I met any androids."

"Yeah, I'm thinking androids like me," and from Tommy's world apparently, "are the only ones around."

He doesn't move from where he sits, but there's a soft noise coming from his area. A hand lifts as the skin seems to pull back like a wave from the shore to reveal a white mechanical skeleton underneath. Some hissing happens, very soft, a seam shows before two panels open up to show his interior mechanisms. Blue pulses through one of the clear tubes that disappears up into his hidden sections. "Guess you can say you've met one now."

"It didn't seem to be too common. I know there are ones that more robotic, but they are not androids."

He watched with curiosity at what York was doing, raising an eyebrow with fascination. Pidge would have been very interested to see that. She would have had so many questions for him. Shiro had some, but he didn't know where he would have started.

"I guess I can say that I have."

A beat, and then everything closes up smoothly and the skin reappears. York appears human in almost every sense, if one ignored the bright teal of his eyes. "Androids are common place in my world, but me and my two brothers are custom sculpts by our dad."

He glances around the room again. "Need me to touch anything else in this place? Any other memories you wanna show off?"

Shiro watched as it closed up. "That's amazing. My teammate Pidge would be very curious about it. If she were here and knew about it, you'd probably have her asking you a lot of questions."

It was at this point that the door appeared on the far wall. Seems what needed to be done was done.

"I don't think anything specific. If you want to look at more."

He wasn't sure if York would appreciate the memory from the goggles. He thought that it was rather fun.

He makes a face at the mention of yet another (seemingly) human being interested in him. Humans were always curious about sophisticated tech like York, though if she was anything like Shiro, maybe he didn't have anything to worry about. Not like the humans from his own world, from Detroit, that wanted to remove the androids from the picture.

A huff.

He looks to the door to see it open and gets to his feet. "Guess that's my queue to head out. It looks fucking boring in here anyways." But despite his words as he moves, he traces his fingers over the goggles as he heads to the door, not realizing that they were an interactive item.

Well, she certainly didn't want to remove him from existence, but that she was obsessed with anything technical. Shiro couldn't help but fondly remember her almost instant love for a robot... well, several of them... when they had encountered them along their journey.

When he touched the goggles, room shifted. Suddenly it wasn't a room anymore, but seemed to looking out over a vast stretch of desert. There was really nothing there... except for two speeders - something with a long body and propulsion systems on "wings" on either side. The one in back is being ridden by a teen with a red jacket. If he's met Keith, he might eventually recognize him. The one in front is Shiro still with black hair and his own arm. And it was like Cayde was riding with him.

As they were riding, Shiro looked back over his shoulder and chuckled. "Come on; catch up."

So Keith did just that, speeding up overtake him as they crossed the desert landscape, including going sideways at some points when passing through some rocks. Shiro returned to being in front and the speeders "jumped" from one cliff over a small canyon to a slightly lower cliff.

Then they were approaching the end of cliff with a sheer drop. Instead of stopping, Shiro sped up and his speeder flew off the cliff. As Keith stopped at the top of the cliff, Shiro's speeder stuck the landing at the bottom and kept going, leaving Keith at the top going "whoa".

Of course it doesn't seem like the memory is over yet since the room hasn't changed back yet.

York staggered, not realizing that it was another memory-tied item he had touched. Disoriented, his programming readjusts itself quickly. No heat, only sand. Coarse, rough, irritating sand that got everywhere. Too abrasive for York's programmed tastes.

At first, the android doesn't recognize either rider that's making their way across the sand. What were those vehicles? They looked cool. It takes a long moment for him to even recognize Shiro, since his hair was different and both arms were organic. He didn't recognize the other human.

He watched with wide eyes as the race got faster and faster, until Shiro's vehicle soared off of the cliff. The real Shiro with him would be able to hear York say "whoa" softly at the same time dream-Keith did. He kept watching, wondering if anything was going to happen next.

The memory continued as Shiro drove off a little ways before stopping and waiting for Keith to catch up, now standing beside the speeder. Keith stopped his speeder and got off laughing.

"Alright, you won this round. But I'll get you in the next race, old timer."

Shiro chuckled at that. "I don't doubt it."

"How'd you do that dive anyway?"

"You like that one, huh? It's all about timing. Pull up too soon and you won't have the momentum needed to create lift. Too late and there won't be enough lift to avoid the crash."

Keith clearly thought about that for a moment. "Do you think I'm ready to try that?"

Shiro crossed his arms, an amused look on his face. "What do you think?"

Keith considered again. "Maybe I should be patient and keep focusing on the basics first."

"You're learning," Shiro replied.

And that's when the memory ended, ending up back in the room that had been created to resemble the Garrison.

York continues to watch, interested in the interactions between the two humans. It reminded him of a pair of brothers, with Shiro being the older one and the other guy Being the obviously younger one. He tried to file this scenario away, but it doesn’t catch into his files, especially as the sand dissolves back into the room he had been in earlier.

"Who was that? Your brother?" Yorks suddenly reminded of Duncan, and wondered if there was something similar in Detroit the two of them could do together. Might be…fun.

"That was Keith. He's another one of the people that is here. He's not actually my brother, but we might as well be."

He considered Keith to be a younger brother after everything that they had gone through.

"The way you two acted together made me think of brothers, definitely. Like my own back home." And that was the truth, which York gave out freely far more than people probably suspected. "And he's here? Huh. Haven't met him yet, but I don't really go out of my way to meet humans if I'm honest."

Androids and humans just didn't really get along that great from his own experiences. "Probably none of those vehicles here though, huh?"

"I would consider him a brother. I don't have any of mine own, so I can't be completely certain." He probably wasn't that far off. "Yeah, he and his partner are both here. They've been here for a while. Longer than I have."

He shook his head. "Unfortunately no they aren't. I wish they were though."

"I have two, even if we're not organic, I guess." A small shrug with a lingering gaze on the goggles. "You can have one of mine if you want. Gervais, maybe you can reprogram a nicer personality into him."

York smirked a little. "Anyways, how long have you been here? I showed up mid-spring. Bit of a change since it was the middle of winter right now where I'm from."

"Brothers are brothers, no matter whether are by birth or you consider someone else one." He found nothing weird with the idea of York having a brother or two, whether they were human or not.

He chuckled at that last part. "I'll consider that. I hope Keith wouldn't get jealous about another brother."

He had to think about that. "Gosh, how long has it been...? Feels like over a year."

"It would be hard to get jealous about Gervais. You'll probably want to throw him into the lake or something after a few days instead." York knew he did, especially when he had deviated. That one event had changed almost every outlook he had on the world.

"Yeah, I'm finding the calendar doesn't really match up to the one I know of from my earth. Or maybe anyone's earth. Fucking shit show of a city." He shoves his hands into his pockets and glances around. "Need me to stick around for any other memories?"

"Really? That pleasant of a guy? I'll remember that if I ever happen to meet him." He had definitely met a few people that he wanted to throw in a lake. Just as long as it wasn't someone like Slav, he would probably be fine.

"Yeah, I can't tell how accurate it is to our own world. I think Keith knows more about what happens in our world than I do, but he is not sharing."

He considered that last question for a moment. "Not that I can think of. Unless you want to."

"Yeah, really lovely gaslighting motherfucker. Make sure to hold him until he short circuits or you'll never hear the end of that bullshit."

York looks around the room again, eyes lingering on the touched objects for a moment. It had felt invasive, going into other people's minds like this. He shouldn't linger. Really, it would just be fucking rude. And he had witnessed two memories. "Yeah, I'll probably head out to be honest. Got my own memories to sift through, see what other people have fucking touched while in there. Great shit, whatever the fuck this calibrations bullshit is."

There's only a slight huff of annoyance before he gives a little wave and starts towards the door. "I guess I'll meet you again whenever we're fucking away my guy."

"I'll definitely remember that if I see him." Sounded like a pleasant person... cyborg...

"Sounds like a plan." He agreed. This was really invasive. While it might be interesting to see some this, it wasn't exactly done willingly so it felt like prodding into someone's mind.

"Yeah, see you when we get out of here, York."

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