Recollection
Entering the workshop now, Blake is in complete awe. Mementos and built up history splayed out everywhere for the eye to see. Pictures of Blake and Raven are placed in the most used areas.
A massive workbench goes from one side of the room to the other. Plenty of space for anything grand in size. With adequate space for equipment in making intricate pieces of technology. A star-like electronic light shines from the ceiling of the workshop.
"Poetic placement dad, always have your determination at your side". Blakes says brushing his fingers on the cigarette holder. The light glints off the holder as he pulls one out. Before he can even light up the familiar red blade meets the end of his cigarette.
"I think humans call it muscle memory. This happened a lot in the past, you've inherited a lot more than you think. You both struggle with lighters". Nova says as the programming of his memories summons forward seeing this familiar action from Blake.
"Looks like you picked up his detestable habit as well, he would always stain these pristine walls with his tarry smoke. I Always tried to get him to quit, never happened. Might be a comforting return of it with you around though, you creatures never surprise me. Keep doing an act that will kill you slowly". Nova's disdain circulates, Eric and Blakes logic for this really contributing to his irritation.
"Thank you for the light, Dad always had a way with finding the most puzzling ways to lose the lighters". Blake says as Nova side eyes him making sure he doesn't brush over the irritation he has seeing another generation destroying their flesh.
"I know, I'm going to take my time and quit when I'm ready to. Right now things are too chaotic for that to happen". He says finally drawing in utopian smoke. His brain is already feeling the stress leave in the presence of nicotine.
The grief makes itself present despite the time passed and the nicotine however. "I can already picture him spending many late nights here, tinkering away as usual". Blakes emotions tried to surface but just the bitter sweetness of this place was felt in his core. Tears dried up long ago.
"Many, Many nights. He would worry me so much, his body was always put to the limit combat or not". Nova runs through the old footage reminiscing on the past. Changes start to be made within his coding. Deep restructuring within him from this new life out of stasis.
"Not even a little bit surprising, his fashion statement was pretty much baggy eyes". Blake chuckles a little, thankful his humor is still kicking around.
"The last thing he was working on here took him plenty of all nighters and smokes at that, it was a spaceship of his own design, he wanted it to be a mothership of sorts and didn't know his intentions for it sadly. Of course only small parts were sketched and built here. Nothing like the whole thing" Nova's fondness for the past finds its way into his electronic voice giving it more warmth then it should.
"I'll have to dig up his old sketches to show you. I think you would be one of the few to appreciate it". Nova says, setting a digging protocol to sift through droves of information in the background of his mind.
"Other than that the workshop is stocked up with what was left". Nova's encouragement makes itself evident for Blake to see.
"Normally I watch the feed of his creations in the back of my mind during admin work. Peaceful times are long gone" Nova says despite the sorrow being processed, nano seconds at a time.
A fondness for a sort of reenactment of the past virtualizes in his mind. Emotion becomes more and more vivid for him. The answer for his stasis is still struggling to process all the way through.
"Titanium, reinforced steel, carbon fiber coating, rubberized polymer and plenty of circuitry, Dad had everything" Blake looks over the parts, joyous ingenuity is already sprouting. The access to such high quality materials nearly makes Blake keel over in shock.
"This is more than any of the scraps the military would throw at me. Are you sure I can use all of this? Blake says, running over his mental sketch of his prototype arm and how much it was lacking.
"Blake, your Eric's son, you've already inherited this whole place" Nova's confusion makes his expressions form a mimicry of sorts, lifting an eyebrow up at Blake.
"What"? Bewilderment slaps Blake in the face at this response.
"It's the logical conclusion, his possessions get passed down to his kin, do you not want this place"? Nova's says coming to a concise conclusion on the matter.
"This whole place is mine" Blake says with clear hesitation at the idea and responsibility.
"Did i stutter, i don't think my voice box allows that ''. Nova's cold steel face emphasizes his seriousness.
"Are you sure"? Blake says, seeking further clarification.
"Blake I swear, accept it or don't" Nova's irritation starts to form in a crackle in his voice box.
"Thank you nova" Accepting before he causes any misunderstanding.
"Thank your father, don't you dare take his gifts in vain either". Nova's seething annoyance boils from the back and forth, coming out clear as day in his expressions.
"Wouldn't dream of it" Blake says without any hesitation in his voice.
Looking at the state of Nova's appendage, the broken mechanical fingers dangling from wires barely hanging on. "Why don't I fix that hand of yours first, then I can start my upgrades".
"It's been a long while since I've been up for repairs, I'd like that". Nova says, An organic smile breaks through on his irritated mechanical face.
"You said you were in a stasis, do you have information on the moment before you were frozen"? Blakes mind diving even further into the forming rabbit hole.
"Arguing with Eric, about a crisis forming in Boreal''. Nova's memory vividly portrays the series of events.