When Abbey accessed the Node, she would see the same thing that Arizona had saw. A complete, and total log of reports from the Fleeting dating the complete 17 years since Arizona has been assigned to the island, and subsequent "Flagships" After. The interface would tell her that all the reports are stored here, and were never accessed from another terminal, or location. Basically, the reports were sitting in limbo, doing utterly nothing. However, since her programs, and equipment were far more specialized than Arizona, or any of hte other ships. She was able to break everything down code, by code. Line by line. In doing so, she would find something odd. A tracer that was not linked to the main interface, but to something else. It was like a signal that the Node was still active, or possibly when a report was sent. Yet, that second option was highly implausible since not one report has been retransmitted in all that time that the forgotten Fleet has been stationed at that lone island. a quick trace of the line would direct Abbey's attention south, towards Antarctica.<br/><br/><div align="center">---------------------------------------------------------------------------</div><br/><br/>Arizona barely registered Suzuya's words, nor the fact that she was still in her room. Arizona's cores were far too busy coming to the grips of the information she just discovered. Their reports, the reports that everyone worked so diligently to collect, and send in were a waste of time. That there was no one to receive those reports, and most likely no one cared. What did that mean for them? Was there any real reason why they were assigned to that Island? That minor stockpile of Nanomaterials? Arizona couldn't help the feelings that they were sent there cause they were deemed worthless. That they were sent there cause no one wanted them, or had any use for them. Why though? Had they not served the Code diligently in those 17 years by performing those dull patrols without fail? Sure the Reports would show that! Arizona's core was overheating with these thoughts. She was figuratively tearing her hair out trying to understand<em>why</em>.<br/><br/>Maori stood triumphant, and was laughing heartily until she was whacked upside the head by Texas, carrying an overly large wooden mallet. Much like out of a Loony Tunes Cartoon. In reaction, a very exaggerated bump grew on the top of Maori's head as the girl looked up with watering eyes. Maori quickly started to bawl before turning to Effingham, nad pointing at Texas. "(sniffle) E-Effie, She hit me!" She wailed like a small child. tears streaming down her cheeks.<br/><br/>Arizona looked like she was in a fitful sleep when Iya's invitation reached her through the JTN. At first, she was going to refuse as she didn't want to talk to anyone at the moment. She was confused, and it was making her cores hurt. However, Iya was never one to hand out an invitation lightly. So though Arizona's physical body may have not moved, her presence did accept the invitation.<br/><br/>Arizona would appear in Iya's library, though she looked far from what she normally did. Her coloring was far more subdued, and she appeared worn, and thin. Like Butter spread over too much bread. She slowly walked to her normal seat, and slowly sat down. She gave Iya the best smile she could muster, but it was still evident that something was wrong. "Hello Iya. It is wonderful to see you again. May I ask to what do I own the pleasure?" Arizona asked softly as she leaned back in the high wing back chair.