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Quick break. Doodling something that makes me happy :)
#Trepan #Overlord

Unfortunately for her, Trepan was watching her through the security feed. Optics following her every move around his ship, nosy little femme...but he can't blame her. But she would be disappointed...there's nothing interesting on his ship.

Just old data pads from his time in the university.

-course on the ship to hide himself better, he worked on the shield that kept his ship hidden and the security to prevent another...mistake from happening.

Trepan luckily wouldn't need to wake her for anything, after all she was the only one who found him....after years and years of being hidden away from the world she's the only one who found him. Aside from Frostbite...the only difference was he wasn't trying to kill him.

He did however change-

He mutters to himself before turning to walk down the corridor again, he was definitely not going to forget that she was there...not one bit.

Trepan watched as she disappeared into the room, doors closing in front of him but he really wasn't bothered. She certainly isn't the first to spend her time recharging until she's healed. But he did always find it strange why do that when you could do things in between?

" Hm what a strange femme"

-have to give a rough estimate I'd say 2-3 days. So long as you don't strain yourself, like your body your processor needs time to heal so don't strain it."

That was the best answer he could give to her, some bots take a week, some a day, others a month. It really all depended on the individual.

Yeah it's going to be very difficult for Trepan to get used to having her around, he's been alone on this ship, hidden away from others for years. And now he had a guest after being hidden away for so long in solitude...it's gonna take time.

" It depends on the individuals processor, but if I-

Trepan stands there waiting to see if she had anything more she needed from him before he even considered walking away...it would be weird having another on his ship with him but better than being dragged away to the Institution.

Trepan moved, going down the silent corridors until he stops in front of a door and inputs the code to unlock the doors before stepping aside to allow her to enter.

" You can stay here, each room is equipped with everyday essentials but if you feel you need more of something feel free to ask."

-corridor of the ship. He didn't even look back he fully assumed that she was following him so he felt no reason to look behind him.

Well he wasn't expecting her to be so calm about it, he fully expected her to demand he take her to a room now or else...as he's used to but thankfully she wasn't

" It's fine I can do it now"

With that he shuts off the monitor and makes his way out of the medical room and makes his way down the-

" Well I rather check myself to be certain"

Trepan states, can't blame him for not putting his trust in the femme that was going to take him to what remained of the Institute to most likely be decommissioned for parts or worse

"A spare room? I do however its is rather small more of walk in closet"

He really should have been annoyed, angry even, when she stood from the berth and made her way over to him. However hes been doing this for so long now that hes run into patients like her no point arguing with her.

" I'm checking my security to ensure that its still working despite you slipping in"

-one of the various monitors in the room.

" Very well, keep your secrets."

Trepan explains as he tilts his helm ever so slightly. Of course she wasn't going to admit anything to him, why would she tell him the one thing he wanted to know...

Oh well it's not like he could wrestle her to the ground and get the answers out of her so he just shrugs and turns to walk towards-

" Really? And you think I'll...attack you or something? I have no weapons and I am incapable of transforming like you. There really isn't a reason to fear me outside of my abilities as a mnemosurgeon and even then if I really wanted to I could have wiped so much more than just those memories."

" Aside from you, no other has yet found me. So how did you find me?"

Trepan asks curiously as he moves to lean his frame against the closest wall.

" No, as of this moment I am not in need of your services....however you should rest, to much strain will cause complications."

Or more like she might get some hallucinations. That wouldn't be fun considering her line of work, he rather not get caught in the crossfire.

Let's hope she keeps her end of the bargain.

Not even Sunder would be able to restore these memories if he wanted to. They were gone, like they never existed...so let's hope that she doesn't decide that she wants them back.

Once he was done wiping her memories clean he slowly retracted his mnemosurgeon needles from her helm.

Trepan observed each memory curiously. Seemed like any other poor fool that got dragged into the war, thankfully he had hid himself away with the institution. Well that is before Overlord came and took him hostage.

With each memory observed he'd wipe them clean, removing any trace of them.

-of live she used to live. She was after all so different from what she is now, how could he not take a peek. It's not like he isn't going to wipe them.

They'd just be alive in HIS memories.

Thankfully for her he didn't need to spend a long time on her memories. He was able to absorb the information he needed...and what he was most curious about.

But it didn't stop him from being a bit nosy...
Sorry Solarwhisper but he's going to take a closer look at these memories and see what kind-

intelligence is the sexiest thing on a man .

As curious as he was as to why she'd want to remove these memories...it wasn't really his business.

" Not to worry, I'll completely wipe those memories away, I'll perform a deep dive and ensure that these memories aren't...triggered."

Trepan raised an optic ridge at the request as he moves towards her, standing just behind her helm as he began working on removing the top of her helm to expose her brain module.

"...everything from the beginning of the war...and before the war. Understood."

Well she didn't need to tell him twice. Once given permission he stood, setting the tool he had been cleaning down on the table before gesturing towards the medical berth.

" If you're wanting me to mend your processor now, you can lay down on the medical berth and I'll get to work..."