Sounds like shit got fucked. She's been there. At least you're still around to bitch about it, right?

...Yeah.

She's never swapped chassis herself. The kind of missions she used to have, there wouldn't be anything left to recover if you failed. And since she quit, well. Not really an option without YoRHa resources.

There's advantages and disadvantages, she guesses - the body she was in really wasn't designed for that, was probably the biggest issue... Plus the system they used was kinda unstable over time.

That sucks. She's heard some horror stories about the early attempts. And it's still only YoRHa that has the tech, the Resistance stick with a single body.

Yeah. Luckily automail - what she's got for her arm - works a lot better, though it's still way less sensitive than normal skin even with nervous system integration - which gets really annoying for detail work, though it wasn't a huge adjustment for her at least since she was previously used to zero feedback except basic hearing and seeing...

That's something.

...Though at some point she should sit down and work on her automail - that's a long term project though. It's... Kind of handmade...

That's impressive. Or it seems so to her, anyway.

"I've got a bit of a reputation for genius."

"So it is hard to make."

"Pretty hard, yeah - little bit easier with alchemy, though there's still a lot of fiddly detail work."

"Maybe I should get you to do my repairs while you're at it."

"Sounds fun." She says this without any trace of sarcasm.

"Fuck yeah."

"Do that whenever we stop for the night?" Or if Bellona gets physically tired of walking, she guesses, but it's really hard to tire her out.

"If you want to. Not like it's an urgent thing or anything."

"Best to get an idea of what I'm going to be doing before it's urgent."

"Suppose so."

"Can play it by ear, though." Speaking of, she's ready to keep moving. (Onwards to the machines?)

Onwards.

The first sign is a distant rhythmic clanking ahead. Approaching, there are a scattering of crumbled stone structures, half a foundation here, a length of wall covered by vines there.

Bellona starts walking very quietly. (While still observing the ruins and her general surroundings, of course.)

It's not too hard to maintain stealth, judging by the way the noises don't falter or change. They come to a practice yard of sorts, where a group of machines, perhaps twenty or so, slightly smaller than person-sized, bipedal, wearing what seems to be some type of lamellar armor, all doing unified drills with the spears they wield. One machine, standing on a dais of sorts, directs them with waves of its arms.

Any strategy A2 wants to use going into this?

Is Bellona gonna try to talk to them again?