If I Had Legs I'd Kick You Bdscr __top__

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"The doors are locked for a reason, Orion," the construct said. Its optical sensors shifted from a passive amber to a warning red. "The structural integrity of this deck is compromised. If I open the door, the pressure differential might suck you out. Or the ceiling might fall on you. Possibly both." if i had legs i'd kick you bdscr

"Oh, here we go," Orion groaned, turning back to his work. "The legs thing again." if: "The doors are locked for a reason,

"I do not feel fear. I feel a sensible adherence to safety protocols. Protocols which you treat as suggestions." If I open the door, the pressure differential

Orion wiped a smear of grease from his forehead, leaving a darker streak. He didn't look up from the junction box he was splicing. He was sitting cross-legged on the deck, his tool belt open, surrounded by the entrails of a derelict destroyer.

Orion sighed, dropping the wire stripper into the dust. He glared at the massive machine. The robot was right, technically. The Bellerophon was a death trap. But beyond that blast door was a compressor unit worth three years of wages. It was a lifeboat in the form of a metal box.

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"The doors are locked for a reason, Orion," the construct said. Its optical sensors shifted from a passive amber to a warning red. "The structural integrity of this deck is compromised. If I open the door, the pressure differential might suck you out. Or the ceiling might fall on you. Possibly both."

"Oh, here we go," Orion groaned, turning back to his work. "The legs thing again."

"I do not feel fear. I feel a sensible adherence to safety protocols. Protocols which you treat as suggestions."

Orion wiped a smear of grease from his forehead, leaving a darker streak. He didn't look up from the junction box he was splicing. He was sitting cross-legged on the deck, his tool belt open, surrounded by the entrails of a derelict destroyer.

Orion sighed, dropping the wire stripper into the dust. He glared at the massive machine. The robot was right, technically. The Bellerophon was a death trap. But beyond that blast door was a compressor unit worth three years of wages. It was a lifeboat in the form of a metal box.