Post by Lucian Verdus on Sept 25, 2010 22:10:02 GMT -5
HRA-001 had been killed in the line of duty not days earlier, unsuccessfully attempting to serve his function as ambassador and negotiator. Much of his chassis was far too obliterated to even properly salvage, but enough was recoverable that, with a displeasing dip into the supplies available, HRA-002 was functional days prior, nearly identical to his predecessor and possessing the same processing core and, essentially, the same 'personality.' Lucian would not have rushed to save a combat model, much less a servitor, and it may have been a week of progressively less-productive salvaging before Lucian decided to reconstruct such a model. The sole Inquisitor caste, however, was Lucian's closest thing to a friend and the only advisory he could trust. Was it sentiment? Lucian would categorize it no further than the Inquisitor serving a far more vital function than a drone.
The newly-constructed, green-robed Inquisitor was, even now, out with his master, finding his feet once more. Enough of his memory banks had been backed up in Lucian's mind that it was almost like bringing him back from the dead, the gaps in his memory quickly filled through explanation. "Some sort of high-energy weapon, technology I had not seen even before my capture. Whatever it was, it made much of your central core unrecognizable and many of your major servos were in a state that I would hesitate to call melted," Lucian explained, his lenses shifting in brightness as his optical sensors instantly adapted to the artificial sunlight re-emerging from the simulated clouds. "Incredulous statement: If this is true, then they possess weapons able to destroy our entire attack force. If they will not ally with us, we are in a poor position. Query: Will we attempt negotiations again?"
Lucian processed a risk assessment, going over it several times. He considered making an appearance himself, but their contempt for his kind and the risk of annihilation swiftly struck down the idea. These guards were as cold and efficient killers as his own combat caste servitors, and far better equipped. That they were human, and thus irrational, worsened things severely. This is not a war that he would fight, and he would leave the rallying cries for war to the mutants. Perhaps that Sullivan monster, who now veritably owed his life to Lucian, would prove the man to rally the diverse and ultimately underpowered troops that wallowed within the city. If persecution was met with revolt, Lucian needed only wait to pick up the pieces. The idea of having a molecule-ravaging cannon at his disposal was favorable.
"No. Not at present. We will leave them to their own devices and keep to our own. This is not our fight," Lucian stated, his voice incapable of the firmness his words were intended to hold. The Inquisitor nodded, "Statement: That is a favorable course of action against such a powerful foe. We will hope that they do not cross paths with us." Lucian gave only a nod. A crude, but efficient form of human expression, he doubted that it would ever go out of style, even in his perfect society.
The newly-constructed, green-robed Inquisitor was, even now, out with his master, finding his feet once more. Enough of his memory banks had been backed up in Lucian's mind that it was almost like bringing him back from the dead, the gaps in his memory quickly filled through explanation. "Some sort of high-energy weapon, technology I had not seen even before my capture. Whatever it was, it made much of your central core unrecognizable and many of your major servos were in a state that I would hesitate to call melted," Lucian explained, his lenses shifting in brightness as his optical sensors instantly adapted to the artificial sunlight re-emerging from the simulated clouds. "Incredulous statement: If this is true, then they possess weapons able to destroy our entire attack force. If they will not ally with us, we are in a poor position. Query: Will we attempt negotiations again?"
Lucian processed a risk assessment, going over it several times. He considered making an appearance himself, but their contempt for his kind and the risk of annihilation swiftly struck down the idea. These guards were as cold and efficient killers as his own combat caste servitors, and far better equipped. That they were human, and thus irrational, worsened things severely. This is not a war that he would fight, and he would leave the rallying cries for war to the mutants. Perhaps that Sullivan monster, who now veritably owed his life to Lucian, would prove the man to rally the diverse and ultimately underpowered troops that wallowed within the city. If persecution was met with revolt, Lucian needed only wait to pick up the pieces. The idea of having a molecule-ravaging cannon at his disposal was favorable.
"No. Not at present. We will leave them to their own devices and keep to our own. This is not our fight," Lucian stated, his voice incapable of the firmness his words were intended to hold. The Inquisitor nodded, "Statement: That is a favorable course of action against such a powerful foe. We will hope that they do not cross paths with us." Lucian gave only a nod. A crude, but efficient form of human expression, he doubted that it would ever go out of style, even in his perfect society.