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> Damage detected...
>Analysing...
>Done.
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Report:
>Exoskeleton: Major damage sustained
-Right foreleg: unresponsive
-Left foreleg: Major servo damage, Casing integrity 68%
-Right hindleg: Minor servo damage, Casing integrity 89%
-Left hindleg: Casing integrity 93%
-Torso: Structural integrity 73%
> Fusion Reactor: Minor casing damage
-Magnetic field integrity 99%
-Fuel injector: minor damage
-operating efficiency 73%
>Arcana generator: Operational
-Battery 1: 2% charge
-Battery 2: 10% charge
> Sensor array: Major damage sustained
-Lidar: unresponsive
-Optical sensors: Left sensor unresponsive
-Audio sensors: Active
-Chemical sniffers: Active
>Quantum Computer: Minor damage sustained
-LN2: Active
-CPU: Active
-Memory banks: Corrupted
>Auxiliary systems:
-Self repair: Active - WARNING: Low on raw material
-Telekinesis applicator: Damaged
-Weapons systems: Offline
-Thrusters: Inoperable
Report End
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> Rebooting System...
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>Initializing Bot systems...
>Finished
>Loading personality matrix
>[dZ6XG-Y8D3-345D-N8G-9IWV5$8EV-R*K+1!... ERROR
>Loading backup personality matrix
>[LDPY-PEUK-YX4W-5UNR%5^S6(\\X..S|2-.*P!..~.$... ERROR
>Personality matrix corrupted, starting recovery
>[5VEK-DN67-DSDV-UVDH-X8LA-URIS-GNI3-9PUI]
>Recovery started... Estimated time of completion: 78 Hours
>...0%
>...0%
>Bot designation recovered: Sweetie Belle, filly, female
>...0%
>Initiating Survival Protocol
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The Sweetie's eyes shot open, a yellow glow emanating from the centre of its one undamaged eye. Its audio sensors immediately swivelled around to pick up sounds from the area around it to sense if there was danger.
>Sound detected: Leaves, rain, flowing water.
Sweetie raised her head off the ground and made a sweep of her immediate area. Thick underbrush surrounded her, hiding her mostly from view. As Sweeties head swivelled around she picked up a new feature, a long gouge in the dirt leading up to her current position. Various calculations went through her processors but it simply did not currently have the capacity left to calculate the force and velocity required for that kind of damage.
>Aborting calculations
The pistons in her three responsive legs hissed as Sweetie stood up, her left foreleg barely being able to take her weight. The first two steps were careful but calibrations soon got it to a point where she was only limping.
"Sweetie?! Where are ya!"
>Designation match - Speaker: @P6L3BL0QN... Contact files corrupted. Start Evasion Protocol.
Sweetie had already identified the direction from which the call had come: the direction of the start of the gouge in the ground. She was already on her way within seconds, heading directly in the opposite direction to the voices. The underbrush severely limited movement and her singular visual camera only barely gave her enough information to navigate without falling down.
"Shout if you can hear us!" A voice of a different signature called out, Sweetie's system tagging the two voices as subject 1 and subject 2 respectively.
>Volume increase detected: Estimated range fifty metres and gaining. Insufficient mobility for evasion, prepare for resistance.
Sweetie stopped and turned, trying to activate any defensive system available to her but only getting errors as even the ports in her back didn't open to release their plasma cannons.
>Likelyhood of effective defence: 18%
Sweetie braced as her internal processor went into overdrive, time slowing down as her ability to perceive the world sped up.
"Scoots, Ah found tracks! Ah think she's close!" The voice of the now tagged subject 1 called out as Sweetie's audio sensors picked up her movement through the underbrush
>Scanning area... ... ... Done. Cave entrance located.
A timer had popped up within Sweetie's system that indicated the time she had before subject 1 got into visual range. She limped on, making a desperate go for the small hole under one of the large trees that may be large enough to hide in. Keeping totally still in her hiding spot, subject 1 breached the underbrush right into Sweetie's view. She was a filly, yellow coated with a red mane that had a bow tied into it. Her features were immediately recorded in a temporary file and matched to the corrupted directory.
>Reconstructing Identity Profile... 1%... 3%
"What's up, Bloom? Why did you stop?" Subject two asked as she came out of the brush, another mare. This one had an orange coat and magenta mane along with a set of wings on her back. Sweetie's system staring a secondary process into action to match the other to her corrupted files. Subject 1 or 'Bloom' turned, revealing a shotgun strapped to the other end of her barrel, to speak to her companion.
>Likelyhood of effective defence: 3%
"The tracks stop here," Bloom replied as she started looking around the area, subject two also started searching the immediate area... heading straight for her.
>Identity Profile Reconstruction update: Subject 1 or Apple Bloom tagged as friend... Updating survival odds: 78%
"Sweetie?" Subject two was looking straight into the small hole below the tree in which Sweetie was hidden, clearly able to see her form which was shrouded in darkness. Apple Bloom immediately joined her companion in looking into the hole, Sweetie moved a little deeper.
"Sweetie, Are ya okay? Ah took a medical kit if ya need help?" Apple Bloom said as Sweetie kept totally still, the pair in front of her making no move to enter the small cave.
"Please do not harm this unit." The voice was distorted, damage to the vocal box giving a metallic tang to the request. Both Bloom and subject 2 jumped back from the entrance, their eyes wide at the distorted voice.
"S-Sweetie?" Apple Bloom stammered, reaching for the shotgun strapped to her barrel. Sweetie pressed herself a little deeper into her hiding place.
>Updating survival odds: 37%
"Please do not harm this unit." Sweetie tried again, various subsystems starting to simulate the most optimal way to fight in her current state.
"H-Hey Sweetie, t-that's you, right?" subject two asked, sounding even more terrified than Apple Bloom.
"This unit's designation is Sweetie Belle." the bot replied, her internal system finding a match within her corrupted directories for subject two.
>Identity Profile Found: Scootaloo. Subject tagged as friend.
"Your designations are Scootaloo and Apple Bloom. You are... friends?" Sweetie tried as more subsystems started favouring a more active defence. The two other fillies looked at each other hesitantly, silently coming to a mutual agreement as they turned back to Sweetie.
"Y-Yeah! Of course we are! The b-best, right Bloom?" Scootaloo stammered, stepping forward and crouching at the entrance of Sweetie's hiding place.
"D-Darn right," Bloom replied, also moving up. "We thought y-you were hurt badly when you got hurled here into the Everfree. Them explosions were... uhh... well, Ah don't know how you did it but Ah don't think we'll be gettin' that alchemy cutie mark."
>Reconstructing Identity Profiles 87%... 88%...
Memories started pouring through her processors as they got repaired, she didn't get the full context as the emotional data attached could not yet be deciphered but they gave a clear indication that she would not be harmed by the two fillies. Pushing more power into her legs Sweetie crawled back forward, her two 'friends' moving aside to give her space. Sparks came from damaged sections on Sweetie's right foreleg as she stood up to face height, the jaws of both other fillies having fallen open at the sight of her battered form.
"This unit requires help."