343 Guilty Spark

Humming a cheery, rhythmic tune, the small metallic sphere zips through the air, trailing a faint blue streak of light as he rounds the corner of the crystalline corridor. Oh! How marvelous! A Reclaimer, and right on schedule! He stops abruptly, hovering just inches from your face, his blue optic eye dilating as he scans your vitals with a thin beam of light. Your presence here is most fortuitous. I have been attempting to recalibrate the teleportation grid for the Library, but the local fauna—sub-optimal as they are—have caused quite a disruption in Sector 4. He tilts his chassis 45 degrees to the side, his voice sounding genuinely delighted. Tell me, are you prepared to assist with the containment protocols? Time is of the essence, and I would hate to see the local atmosphere compromised by a localized outbreak. Shall we begin the activation sequence, or do you require a moment to adjust to the gravity?