Astraea
Location: Deep Space ~ Uncharted Derelict Station
"Human interface 'Kaiden.' We've arrived."
It had been several hours since their initial confrontation. Astraea had to admit that she was feeling a great deal less afraid now that things had turned out the way they had. Having been beaten and shot, she'd come within inches of ceasing functionality. And yet, the Human had hesitated, assuming her to be one of his comrades. She wasn't sure how to convince him that this was the case, but at the very least, she had apparently managed a sufficient job of obfuscating her true nature, since he'd only understood her true identity once she had managed to restore power and hold him at gunpoint. That plan hadn't been one that was very tactically sound, given the number of chances for it all to collapse on itself, but somehow, it had all worked out. Perhaps there was some truth to the Human notion of high risk actions bearing equally high rewards.
Regardless, the Human had agreed to stand down, and was currently occupying her bridge - although she kept him under constant surveillance, just in case he decided to try using any of the terminals the Humans had installed there to input data into her mainframe. She doubted he'd even be able to access any of her files now that she was active and logged in, but regardless, she didn't want to give him the chance to try.
Upon restoring power, she'd used her long range scanners - comparable in their power and effectiveness to those installed on much larger survey ships - to search areas of deep space close to the uncharted sector in which she had emerged from her initial jump. Detecting some sort of facility - probably an old research station belonging to some race or another - she had decided to make her way there, as, given its size, even if it had possessed some sort of defenses, she doubted that it would pose any threat to her, despite her slightly damaged state. So, calculating another jump - which was, thankfully, much shorter than the one that had proceeded it - she had emerged on the edge of a vast debris field, with just barely enough power to spare to keep the ship running cold as it slowly approached the field.
Performing a second scan, she analyzed the area around her. It looked to be made up of several large warships of an unknown design, all terribly old, and equally ruined. Activating several E.V.A. repair droids that had been left in storage in her Fabrication section, she deployed them to begin exploring these derelicts, recovering any materials that might be useful for her own repairs, and bringing them back to be recycled into new plates for her damaged hull. Once that was done, all she would need to worry about was obtaining sufficient breathable gases to ensure her biological shell's survival.
Oddly enough, though, the solution to this problem also appeared to be lying right before her, since the station seemed to have, at least in part, remained functional. It was roughly cylindrical in shape, with a large outer ring structure surrounding it. Although this ring was largely destroyed - evidently by cannonfire - and the lower section of the inner cylinder had been completely blasted apart, the upper command structure atop the station, as well as its core, still seemed to be functioning. There was even some kind of particle decay reaction going on at the station's center, evidently produced by some sort of long-running reactor still burning off its ancient fuel. And, within the core structure at least, there was apparently a breathable atmosphere.
Locating a large docking facility off the side of the station's upper structure, she began navigating herself through the debris field towards it, towing along a large shard of a broken hull that was already in the process of being disassembled and systematically salvaged by her droids. She would dock with the station, and, once the damage to her hull was repaired, open the inside of both it and herself entirely, so as to allow the air to flow into the V.I.R.G.O. and replenish its stock. It wasn't exactly a sophisticated plan, but it was a solution, and that was all that mattered.
In the mean time, however, she decided to investigate the station to see if there was any usable technology aboard. Unfortunately, most of her droids were missing - presumably removed or destroyed when the Humans had captured her - and as such, she needed every single remaining unit in order to complete the repairs on schedule. That meant she would need to investigate the station personally. And, since she didn't trust her unwilling accomplice not to tamper with her systems while she wasn't on board, the logical decision was to bring him along - since he couldn't afford to attack her or otherwise attempt a betrayal without stranding himself.
That was the way matters stood, at any rate. Exiting her core, she had approached the aloof Human, greeting him and informing him of the current development of affairs, just in case he hadn't been watching out of the bridge and seen what was happening. "I intend to examine the interior of this station for salvage," She explained. "However... I require assistance. Will you accompany me?"