The air is dry and stale, but clearly worth the hassle. Probably for the best, too. Electronics usually didn't like damp places. Overall, the place is in decent shape, considering it's so old that nobody even knew of such a place being here; there was not even a single fairy tale or campfire story.<br/><br/>The shards are fairly easy to remove, and understandably require a deft touch. Some fragment further, but the good news was that the generator did not have any sort of rust or scummy buildups that could muck it up; just a whole lot of dust. Inserting the new crystals was as easy as screwing in a lightbulb.<br/><br/>In time, the generator's secrets would be revealed to her. Two switches, four toggles. Each toggle looked like it should cause an LED to light up; but that part of the system seems to be broken. The on/off toggles are clearly designed to control the power level, though, since each toggle seems indirectly linked to one of the crystal slots.<br/><br/>One switch forced all the toggles to the 'off' position. Obviously, some sort of emergency shut down. The other switch seemed to call power from whichever crystals were toggled on. Once she figured out which toggle went to which slot, and had the two crystals set to draw power, it was just a matter of flipping the switch to activate it.<br/><br/>When the puzzle was at last solved, a small series of worklights near the robot flash on; then the bulbs shatter. A nearby terminal starts to hum, and the crystals start to glow purple. The grinding of gears, and a few sparks show that the terminal may be struggling with damaged internals, but a screen built into the computer-like device is lighting up. Dust occluded what it was projecting, but that was easy to rub away.<br/><br/>A lot of ancient and archaic characters flash by on the screen. It prints something, pauses; then prints another thing, with a small flash of red coming from the screen, and an annoying chirping sound. There was also a bar that seemed to fill up, then empty, then fill again; a loading bar. Every time the bar filled, it printed something new, and every 3rd or 4th system that gets checked seems to be operational.<br/><br/>Cue two minutes of more torture, waiting for the machine to do its thing, and praying that the crystals hold up. They do, though. Unlike a traditional battery, they seemed highly stable, and may not even be using electricity, but something far more arcane.<br/><br/>A small prompt would appear after the diagnostics had been run. It seemed as simple as 'yes' or 'no'. And no matter how much she fidgeted with the red 'probably no' button, it doesn't accept the input; just flashes, and offers the same prompt again, along with what is possibly an error code.  It's unlikely that she's come all this way to just give up, so of course, pressing the green 'probably yes' button...<br/><br/>...The large metal man begins to hum; then, glows blue. The orange-ish oil spill that looked like a blood stain starts to dissolve, as does the dust that had coated the mechanical giant. A few nicks, scratches, and even a small missing chunk of its exterior start to mend itself right before her eyes, returning to a pristine condition over the course of mere moments.<br/><br/>Then, the head turns, and regards the usagijin. A brief flash of red dots of light flicker over her body. There is a<em>sensation </em>of being not merely perceived, but rather analyzed.<span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">"Language analyzed. Warm greetings!"</span>It boisterously declares, the voice a heavily synthesized male's. Loud, too.<span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">"User: ERROR has activated this: UNIT. Unit designation: PRAETORIAN. Please confirm your identification, PRINCESS."</span>