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Somewhat Secret Origins

Arrival

Going straight from sailing at high speeds on fog-covered seas to abruptly not will cause issues with momentum shift. Even more so when you're as, shall we say, top-heavy with rigging and vast tracts of land as Reno. There's a very surprised "Whoop" before she tumbles forward and plants face-first into the dirt, with all her arms and legs splayed out and flailing. Another moment and she's already pushing herself back up to her knees with a very harried "I'm alright! I can do this all day!" Indeed, she's perfectly fine aside from dirt and dust now distressing her uniform and nylons and embarrassment distressing her smile.

Just where did that ground come from though. The Eagle Union coastline was in the other direction, aaaaand... as her soft violet eyes widen even further, its quite apparent this is not the Eagle Union. "What... Where am I?"

Before anyone could respond, her eyes lock onto the data point. It didn't take any summoning at all, she's already up to her feet and dashing straight towards it. "Shiny technology," the shipgirl concludes out loud. "Yeah, this should tell me-"

Alright, maybe she shouldn't have been so loud about her intentions. The data dump sends her staggering back and landing flat on her rear, and she's flat there boggling for a good moment for anyone watching. Now might be a good time to get a word in!

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[The screen whirls around in a dramamine-inducing blur with unintelligible Reno sounds before settling down on the face of the now quite inquisitive kansen.]

Wooow, someone left their touchpad here!

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Given her rather sparse attire and assorted cruiser parts behind her, odd is one way to put it. Despite it all, Reno does appear all too human, right down to the casual shake of her head as she was about to answer York's question. Only to start processing verbally what came next.

"You haven't heard of the Eagle Union? We're one of the great nations of Earth! Wait. Are you from Earth? Maybe that's why I haven't seen your external feedback component!" Her curiousity is now in full sparkle force, she's never met a real alien before!

"Yes, I'm from Earth," and it takes all of York's self-control programming to keep him from lashing out at her verbally. He is giving her a dumbfounded look, brows furrowed over his unnaturally colored eyes. Not that there was much natural about her, with the cruiser parts that seemed... part of her.

What the absolute hell.

"I'm from NYC, or Detroit, depending on the time frame. Was currently occupying Detroit, 2038 of the USA after moving there from NYC. You haven't seen my parts because you're not from my version of earth where there are fucking androids."

But apparently there were girls with battle accessories. Suddenly York felt pretty fucking normal.

Alright, that answers that. Certainly not an alien! There's a soft flush to the girl's cheeks, "Oh, sorry! I was just- wait- androids?" Her gaze darts from his chest to his eyes again, further review finding they weren't all that normal either. "Woooow! I- I didn't know, I'm sorry! We don't have androids, just kansen like me!"

"But, wait, if I'm not from your Earth and you're not from my Earth..."

"Then that obviously means we're from different versions of earth. There's lots of that here. And yes, you heard me right. Androids. I'm a custom sculpt model, you won't find another like me." And yes, he's looking absolutely smug about that. York does wonder about that word though. Kansen. Sounded Japanese perhaps? Hm.

"I wonder if your Eagle Union has a different name in my world. United States of America maybe? With a president as the head of state and the head of the government? The current president in my world is Cristina Warren."

Now that was a lot to take in, and York can watch the girl's mind get blown in real-time. "D-Different versions of Earth! W-Wow! 'Reno: Crisis On Infinite Earths!' Our plucky sidekick has to save an alien world with heroes from across the multiverse!"

Oh, right, she has an audience. A quick jazz hand towards her new friend, "Sorry! But, yeah, its America! I don't know who the President is, though, there was Mr. Roosevelt and then Mr. Truman... I don't know after that? Our orders come from the Commander and Enterprise, and they get theirs from Naval HQ. Above that..." She gives an awkward shrug. "I'm not really into politics?"

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This chick was like a walking Netflix genre section. But he pays attention to what she says, and looks like he's thinking. The chest color turns gold as he does so. "Roosevelt and Truman were the thirty-second and thirty-third presidents respectfully. And if you don't know who the next president is, that means you're from between 1945 and early 1953. So yeah, that checks out that you don't know who the president is in 2038."

The gold turns back to teal but he scowls just a little. "Are you from some sort of military? Those are directly connected to politics?" And politics was something York paid attention to in his world, mostly because decisions could cause death with his own brethren if they were poorly made.

She has to squint a moment and tap her chin at her memories, as foggy as they are. "I think I'm from later? Maybe? I really don't know the year, but I am with the military! Its called Azur Lane!" Her head bobs with a waggle of her ponytail, "I'm pretty sure Naval HQ handles the politics, all that's above my head. We in Azur Lane are the ones fighting to save the planet from the alien invasion!"

"I mean, there shouldn't be any politics in saving the planet but I've seen the movies. As far as I know, nobody's ever brought any of us in front of Congress!"

Yeah her world was definitely not his. A section of the military called Azur Lane? Interesting. Or maybe weird. Both. Both is good. He scowls deeper as she mentions aliens. Did everyone except for him have alien invasions? What the fuck? He rubs his forehead like he's got a headache or something, when he's simply emulating movements he had seen his dad do.

"You'd be surprised at what politics can involve. But if you're just taking orders, I guess it's easier to just do as your told instead of looking at what your higher ups are talking about." Which wasn't ideal, but York understood how some of the world worked. How many of those soldiers in Jericho had just been following orders? Too many in the android's opinion, and he had done his best to incapacitate as many as he could to save the others.

Not that it mattered since his home had been blown up anyways.

"Great, a military girl with an armory attached to her that's got more energy than an Irish trashcan drink. I guess you need all that energy to deal with aliens though. My world is starting to seem mundane compared to everyone else's. Fucking hell, didn't think I'd say shit like that."

Putting it that way does make it sound dismal, and Reno shakes her head. "I guess, yeah, it is a lot easier but we are kinda also fighting for our lives." Then comes a tiny grin, "And if you think this is an armory, you should see the battleships. North Carolina has turrets big enough I could sit on!" And given her mammary size, she needs rather larger chairs.

And with those last words, however, its her turn to cast a tilt to her head. "What's your world like? It can't be that boring if it has androids! Robots make everything more awesome!"

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"Yeah, don't want to see an armory. I saw enough when others like me where shot dead for not complying when they were order to go in for reprogramming." There's bit to his words, a glare from his eyes.

He shoves his hands his in pockets, looking away from her. "Oh no, it's not boring. Just a revolution happening between humans and androids because the humans don't like it when we started becoming sentient and demanding to be treated as such. There are some humans that have experimented on other androids, some just get outright beaten, our safehouse home was exploded, but yeah. Totally awesome."

Well, York did finally find a way to wipe off that smile. The girl's contorts in ever increasing horror as he describes his world, and her gloved hands collapse onto her cheeks with a gasp. "That's- That's horrible! I'm sorry, I didn't even know!"

Great way to make a first impression, Reno. Where's Captain America to teach her a valuable life lesson when she needs him? "... If its anything, I'd never treat you like that. You're plenty sentient to me."

"I could tell you even worse things." Things that had happened to him, that had changed him permanently, and not all for the better. "I'm starting to gather that a lot of people feel the same way you do here. It's just... not really the norm where I'm from."

The android finally looks back to her, the scowl still there. "It's a tender subject." But no apology came because that's difficult to get out of him most of the time. He's just a prickly synthetic cactus. York points around. "Hotel is over there if you need a place to stay, diner over there if you need to eat. There's a library over there too, but it's fucking weird so I don't know if I recommend it."

He's prickly for certain, but in a way, Reno can understand. There were plenty of her fellow shipgirls with varying forms of PTSD, including one of her sisters. Even she herself wondered on occasion how much she might be hiding behind her own exterior.

There's a sympathetic nod, at that scowl, an acknowledgement that it won't be brought up again. "I'd ask if it has graphic novels and how-to books, but that doesn't sound like it does. Are there any workshops around? I'm also good at making things!" Both her palms are raised to York, fully revealing her metallic gloves with the circular light in the palm. "I made these myself!"

"Yeah, there's not really books in there. Just a bunch of empty shelves." And glowing eyes from above and the press of invisible watching, but he keeps that to himself. "I think there's a couple of workshops around."

He reaches into his jeans pocket and pulls out his device. "You should have one of these. Has a map on it, will tell you where things are at." York is distracted by her gloves and he blinks.

Whoa. "...What does the light do?" Because they had to do something, right?

Her conversation-brighten-upper plan worked! The gloves almost never fail! "I press this button," said with a cheerful tap to the side of her glove. Instantly, harmless bright aqua laser lights flash out with a match 'bzzzzewww' sound effect! Emphasis on the harmless, even as she aims them away from York. Android or not, she's not taking any chances with his eyeballs. Safety first!

"And if I press this button, it goes 'kshaw ksshhew' and this one 'zzzzap!' They're not nearly as powerful as the real ones 'cause I don't have an arc reactor yet. I have been making some progress in anti-gravity though I don't know how useful that'd be other than maybe serving drinks or long-distance slaps..."

The lights of her gloves almost matches the light of his chest. York wonders if those are the 'reactor' she spoke of earlier. His LED swirls gold as he takes in the view of those gloves and the sound effects.

It reminds him of high tech toys for children in his world. He's more annoyed at himself for being curious about toy gloves now.

"A ship and a waitress all in one, what would we ever do without you in this crumbling fucking city." Absolutely dripping in sarcasm. He sighs out to vent his system and cool it down. "I think there's a bar in town, but I'm not sure where. It should at least be on your map."

Her brow furrows as his fascination returns back to snark. "I could do something else with it! I wasn't exactly planning for a situation like this! And I'm not looking for a career as a bartender. Not unless I need to for a mission." Thoughts of 'Reno Bunnino' cross her mind again and they're hastily shaken off. No, this is a serious moment!

"If I could find a real power supply, then I could come up with something to help carry supplies or materials? I don't think HQ is going to mind my power usage now."

Snark seems to be the default setting. Or maybe it's a firewall protection programming protecting everything further in.

"I didn't say 'bartender', I said 'waitress'," he points out. "Waitresses work in bars but don't have to be bartenders. Anyways, back to the point, I don't know what kind of power supply you need. One of those workshops I mentioned might have something you can use."

"But I want to be the bartender, I could mix up good drinks..." The rest trails off as York is simply Just Too Rude and she quietly nods along to his suggestion. Is everyone here like this? Is she going to have to be twice as inspiring? She's just a sidekick! "I think I'll do that then, thank you."

She was going to have to get used to York just being himself, which was rude. He was rude to all humans pretty much on first meeting. She should ask Jon about how that went. "Well I mentioned you being a waitress and you should work at the bar, which didn't even imply as a bartender. Then you said you don't want to be a bartender-- you know what, never mind." It wasn't worth it to get his circuits shorted over miscommunications. He waves like he's pushing the topic away. It's not important.

"You can check the device for a map to find out where the workshops are. Be a good starting point at least."

Its probably for the best that they drop the topic, and Reno nods along with his pushing. She's not unused to such rudeness, though its more expected of the enemy. Or San Juan. Not that she can blame York, given his history.

"Device? You mean this?" said as she held up her new device, marveling at it for a moment. Where did that come from? A couple pokes, "Huh, the writing is funny on it, but I think I can make out what they're trying to say! And there's the map!"

"Yeah, that one," he nods as she holds it up. "Everyone gets one when they arrive. It has a map, communications, all sorts of things. You should be in the roster now of others that live here. Somehow the Agrii are in tune with who's here and who's sent home."

A pause. "And no, I don't know how to get 'home' because if I could, I'd be there and not here by now." Though little by little, it was proving to be nicer here than Detroit for certain.

She hadn't even thought of that yet, a sudden gasp from the kansen as she remembered 'oh yes, there's a war on and you're suddenly not there'. "Oh no," came tinily. "I'm going to have some words with whoever took me here. I can't stay here long, not as long as I can still fight! They need me against the Sirens!"

York watched the girl remark about finding their captors. "Yeah, good luck with that. As far as I know, no one's ever really talked to them how you're referring to. But I at least know what you mean. There's a revolution going on in my world and I'd like to get back to it to keep helping where I can."

It seems that no world someone is brought from knows peace.

That might explain his mood. Not that such thoughts would keep this shipgirl down. "There's always a first," said with a confident nod. "Until then, I'll have to help here where I can. I'll go find one of those workshops and get started!"

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