Tsk... So the transport wasn't carrying cargo but a living person. Are you alright, miss?
By the way, why are you in the transport?
Hmm... My memories are a bit hazy.
Do you know where you are? You've got any companions? Would you like to come with us?
Yeah, yeah, if only you showed half this much enthusiasm during combat.
It must be disorienting to find yourself here like this. Take a moment to rest while we scout the perimeter.
He drags his companion away by the ear.
This appears to be a temporary camp set up by the human soldiers. Most of them are scattered around the perimeter carrying out their scouting mission, leaving the camp almost empty.
It should be safe for now.
I was too busy with the battle earlier to finish my self-diagnosis...
She finds a quiet spot in the temporary camp, making sure no one is around, and sits down.
Lines of data stream through her visual module.
...The buffer area is damaged, but some fragments are still readable.
Let's see what exactly happened...
X65 sensor... no, no... let's try X66, X67... ah yes, yes, this size is perfect. No, no, still can't fit the circuitry. X68, 69, 70...
X9753, this is it! Now we only have 95% of the Kowloong parts left to replace... as long as I can find the right components.
Spooner.
She gives a slight nod to the humanoid-hybrid mechanoid who pushes through the door, then turns her gaze back to the busy Zavier.
...What are you two doing here?
Zavier is helping me replace some damaged parts. My frame has been acting up ever since I got impaled by "the Emperor".
That two-faced bastard... I've never trusted him.
Spooner lets out a sigh.
You should get a new frame, Hanying.
Huh?
Your old frame is becoming too difficult to maintain. Many of its parts are too outdated, and finding replacements is nearly impossible... Even Kowloong replied the other day, saying they can't source any spare parts anymore.
This frame's manufacturing process is incredibly intricate... which means the technology is too specialized. As a result, its components are equally unique and specific.
So much time has passed, and Kowloong has gone through too many upheavals and conflicts. All the related documents are lost. Even with Lady Pulao's request, the task still seems nearly impossible...
Maybe you should consider getting a new frame, Hanying...
So, I've already... gotten a new frame?
Despite having participated in the frame's design, her fragmented memories continue to splinter the little recollection she has left.
Hanying unconsciously furrows her brow as she runs her fingers over the mechanical joints at the back of her neck.
This frame is just as humanlike as her previous one, so much so that even human soldiers cannot tell she's a mechanoid through visual observation alone.
And then...
I think... the "cocoon" technology you developed before might come in handy.
Oh wow! That's brilliant! I almost forgot about that thing...
...The process of replacing the frame will require you to go into temporary sleep. Your memories will be stored in a buffer during that time, and if everything goes smoothly, you'll be able to access them all when you wake up!
Cervantes... shouldn't be in the Church of Machina...
The communication module remains silent as fragmented images slowly emerge from the buffer area.
...Cervantes, where are you right now?
I'm heading back to the Church now. Some things are better discussed in person, so let's talk when I return.
...Another gap in my memory banks.
Her eyes lower as she processes the current situation.
Hey there, lady! You're uh... from Kowloong, right?
The excited girl bounces back to Hanying's side like a lively little animal after finishing her tasks.
The scouting is done; we're ready to take down this temporary camp.
If you don't have anywhere else to go for now...
The soldier eyes Hanying with visible caution, taking a moment to choose his next words carefully.
Our convoy is heading back to Aerospace City. We can give you a ride part of the way.
Aerospace City...
The name rings a bell in her scattered memories.
In that case, thank you.
This gives her time to sort through the memory shards in her buffer area while on the road.