A Journey of the beyond

9S PoV

After we go out from the factory and walking a bit far from the place, we requesting a flight transportation to return and report everything

After some minutes the transportation arrived and we approach it, taking control and took flight to the sky

Hovering above sky as we slowly leaving atmosphere to space, we began to approaching the moon where the YoRHa base from

Arrived at the landing site, get off from the flight walking along the Corridor and hall to the center where Commander white and other operator reside to monitor everything

The door opened automaticly as we going inside and approaching commander white, salute when we near

"Glory for the humanity" 2B and i speak simultaneously

"Glory for the humanity" Commander white replied

"I see that you have given such invaluable information for us the YoRHa, about that new machine this will give us a chance against them too"

"And about the trade that android named Noir, we YoRHa will agreed to him, 9S you can go to the product site and have them to exchange it with the weapons noir provide to"

Commander white spoke listing all the information and matter to solve too while we listening everything she say

"2B 9S for right now there is no any major ot matter mission so you guys can procced with the trade with that android" after that commander white resumed his duty

This is a sign that the conversation ended, so 2B and i depart from there and seperate as i want to inform the product site to trade with noir

Walking along the long corridor with slow pace, looking at the outside where there space, stars, and some asteroids as i continued walking

Third Person PoV

When 9S walking towards the product site, a flash of white light crossed his eyes like virus taking control over something

Hmm... What was that 9S pondered briefly ever since he meet Noir that time in factory something is off but he couldnt tell what is it

"Looks like i have to check up first" 9S conclueed as he change direction to the rest area to get check up by recovery pods

9S strolled slowly towards rest area, walking inside he approached a capsule as he typed the command shortly after that lay down to capsule

The Recovery pods activated and began to approach the capsule starting examining him and check up of anything is wrong

After some minutes has passed and everything ended 9S standing again to check the result. Fortunetly the result proof him that he didnt get any virus or anything else, but why he's feeling like something still off but couldnt pinpoint it.

9S trying to put his think in elsewehre as he stroled to product site while humming , when 9S arrived at the location its written Productions Bay

9S stopped in front of the door as the red light above the door turn into green, he walked inside and the door closed again

The Production Bay stretched out before 9S like the mechanical heart of the station—immense, cold, and alive with motion. High ceilings arched overhead, threaded with glowing pipes and power conduits that pulsed softly with pale blue light, carrying coolant and energy through the station's artificial veins. The floor was divided into ordered sections, each dedicated to a specific task: one corner buzzed with the quiet efficiency of robotic arms assembling microcomponents; another was occupied by large fabrication chambers, their surfaces lit by control panels blinking in steady rhythms.

Automated drones drifted soundlessly on magnetic tracks, ferrying crates of raw materials between machines or delivering completed modules to the inspection platforms. The faint smell of heated metal and sterilized air lingered beneath the hum of working machinery. Every movement was calculated, every motion efficient—a choreography of precision where even the smallest error could disrupt the delicate balance of production.

On a raised control deck overlooking the entire bay, operators stood behind reinforced glass, monitoring output rates and system diagnostics through semi-transparent holographic screens. Their voices, if any, were silent from this distance, their gestures guiding adjustments to the ever-working systems below. Beyond the glass, sparks occasionally flashed as welding bots sealed joints or cut alloy panels with needle-thin beams of light.

Despite its clinical appearance, the Production Bay felt alive. It breathed in raw resources and exhaled machines—each one a product of perfection forged in the void of space. It wasn't just a factory; it was a forge of purpose, ticking forward with mechanical certainty in a place where time had no sun.

in there, in the distance He stood in the heart of the Production Bay, surrounded by the quiet hum of machinery and the soft flicker of status lights lining the walls. The white overhead lights cast a sterile glow across the vast room, glinting off the smooth steel floors and the glass casings of dormant android pods. Among the cold precision of YoRHa's industrial core, he looked almost out of place—too refined for such a mechanical world.

His white hair fell in soft layers around his pale face, untouched by the dustless air or the whir of robotic arms assembling parts around him. A long white coat rested perfectly on his shoulders, its hem unmoving despite the subtle pressurized airflow in the bay. Beneath it, he wore a fitted black uniform stitched with military precision, secured by a wide belt and accented by a silver chain that reflected the dim lights with every slight shift in posture.

Pinned to his chest was a green and black ceremonial brooch—marking his rank, or perhaps something older, something ceremonial from a time before the war began to wear down names. His eyes, a muted shade of green, scanned the bay not with emotion, but with measured awareness, as if cataloging every motion, every output rate, every anomaly in the machines around him.

Behind him, fabricators whispered as they printed alloy limbs and core modules, while maintenance drones glided by, indifferent to the lone android standing silently in their path. He didn't move. He didn't need to. He was not waiting for orders—he was simply… observing. Watching over the production floor like a statue carved by order and elegance, framed by the pulse of YoRHa's cold, mechanical efficiency.

Naturally, he is the one who oversees and manages the running of this place. 7O the android that manage this place

(T/N: hmm, im a bit unsure what name I want to use before for this android, but I in the end I using O [Overseer] for this android hope you guys don't mind with this name)

7O approaching 9S slowly, "I already receive the report for the trade, can you tell me the resource that android want?"

9S nodded as he began explaining in more detailed way and information about the resource Noir want

7O nodded as the conversation began, time passes without them realizing in a conversation that lasts for hours

"I guess that conclude everything else, I will leave now not to disturb you 7O" 9S said and leaving the product site

7O go back again to his duty continue his job