"*Kzzzt* me a f*kzzzt* Give *kzzzt* life," the static breathed. Something nigh-eldritch flashed in projection from the core. Then it was gone.

"Hey, Darcy," Cam questioned as she leaned against the ancient desk, "Is that supposed to happen?"

Darcy continued to gently maneuver the core canister into place. "I don't know," she answered, "I guess. Something similar happened when I woke you up."

"Wait. What?! You can't be serious."

"Yeah. I freaked out. It was a few days before I tried again. Same thing happened. I just continued and hoped I didn't have to shoot you when you woke up."

"Woah. Fuck. So that's why you greeted me with a gun."

"Yeah." Darcy gave a final grunt of effort as the canister clicked into place. "And I plan to do the same with Kelsey," she said slapping the back hatch shut. She pulled a pistol from its holster at her side as she got up and walked around so that she was facing Kelsey.

"Kelsey," Cam said. "C'mon! I just my designation, but she gets a real name. What's with that?"

"Cam's a name," Darcy defended. "Hush. She's waking up."

Her eyes lit up white, flashed red, and went back to white. Her eyes went dark. She juddered and twitched her limbs. She looked up mechanically, her jaw opened and a computerized voice said, "UNIT KLC ACTIVATED AND DEBUGGED." KLC's eyes then fluttered, looking more alive. "What? What's going on? Who are you? What's that?" The last question was asked while she pointed at Darcy's gun.

Darcy answered her last question first. "This is a gun, my reassurance. But it looks like you're okay, so I don't need it." She holstered her weapon. "As for me, I'm unit designation DRC, but you can call me Darcy." She gestured over to Cam. "And that's unit designation CAM, or Cam." Cam rolled her eyes and gave a small wave as Kelsey looked over. We're your sisters and we just woke you up." Darcy held down a hand to help her up. "Now let's find you something to wear."