779 moved with skill up a slope detecting a wrecking battle going on and her curiosity drove her to ignore her fears. Once she reached the top her suit's camouflage was protesting due to magnetic dust clinging to it's surface and muddling up it's receptors. 


Delta 779 sensed the approach of a fast quadruped type but a quick probabilities calculation by Alpha cancels any idea of flight counseled by Beta. Judging her position and those of the Bots engaged in combat and the others attracted 779 decides she's safer not moving. 

Perhaps if she  played this right she'd survive with no damage or at least very little 779 could gain the time she needs come up with the perfect escape pattern; to do this required more data about the tactical situations. 

As she watched 779 cataloged those bots she could see and the two fighting Alpha detailing their range of motion and reactive speeds. Deciding to save power she removes her helmet and shakes her hair loose before trying it up into a high pony tail. 

[B]Actually I couldn't even begin to think of the proper way to answer that as I have no idea of who you are or what you'd call my designation.
You know it is quite annoying to realize how little we all know.[/B] says 779 to the unidentified quadruped.

She has a great deal to think about as she waits to find is where she goes from here. That's when she dwells for the first time on her lack of old term memory. Sure she's able to use interesting levels of information that seem ingrained but most of it is hard loaded and not actually memory. Her actual memory was confined to events since she'd awakened and her handler giving her a set of six coordinates.

She had no idea of the why it was important that she go to these places but she felt an urge tickle at her to discover what was there.