Warped World(IC)

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Hamzah heard X and Blade, but it was lost in a sea of voices. In this state, Hamzah mistook X for an enemy and whipped to him. His sword raised, ready to strike. Insanity was in Hamzah's eyes. The Warmaster would have struck if it wasn't for Arkith's reassuring hand. The man then dropped his sword gazing around. Shaking his head, Hamzah sat down on a piece of debris to regain his bearings as well as to think up of a plan.

"Sorry about that. Hamzah can go a bit crazy." Arkith crossed her arms in her human form.

"Are they dead?" The survivalist murmured while Jose laughed.

Before a replay could come, someone else's thoughts entered their minds." So you have chosen not to kill, but forgive. Perhaps we were wrong about your kind. As a result my children will not hunt you down unless you give them reason to, but I can only say for this area. And Blade Wolf, I did not chose to fight you. I was given an order to follow and as a soldier I did. And now it is time for me rid of this body and get myself a new one."

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The camp guards were confused. This creature had come from another with only three rooms and into their own? The younger one shrugged thinking that Deemo was ok while the older one had his rifle still pointed at him. They whispered to each other deciding the fate of Deemo. Eventaully they reached a comprise so they shouted Deemo over. Shortly after the gates slowly opened revealing a shanty town yet it was lively.

"You don't know what the Collective are?" Jason stared at 9000 with questioning eyes." Well, a camp is that way. Towards the end of the road. There might be a burnt out camp along the way so you might find some information there. Either some people might be there or that wandering Hafiz. Well, best be going now."
 
X's buster arm quickly formed when Hamzah prepared to strike as the blue reploid took a step back. Thankfully, the bout was short lived before the Warmaster's companion put a stop to it. By this time the rest of X's unit had gathered by three four of them. X paused for a moment before speaking after he listened to the voice again. It seemed to be the Centurion's. "It's fine. I'm guessing you two are ones my men were talking about earlier, right? I'm X, I lead this group of Reploids. It seems we're stranded out here for now." he says, introducing himself.
 
Deemo nodded in thanks and headed into the town. It was pretty lively indeed, and that got Deemo to feel pretty interested... Is this what Tress was talking about? It must be... Though, something itched Deemo. Would these guys react to Deemo the same way the others did or will they accept his presence? It's hard to say. He's a first-timer, after all.
 
George Washington, when he heard the voice, had lowered his sabre. "A sentient creature..." he mused. It had been easy to stab and slice the Centurion when he was unaware of its sentience. He stepped away from the body as it breathed its last breath, its mechanical consciousness buzzing off to find a new body. He sheathed his sabre and turned towards Hamzah. "I admire your judgment, sir," Washington said, "in choosing the moral path instead of the path of blind destruction. Perhaps we must learn more of these arachnoid-creatures and their motives."

The general stuck out his hand, putting his rifle away. "George Washington, general of the American Continental Army."

Diggersby grunted in approval at Rose, then motioned her to follow. The rabbit's judgment told him that it wasn't a good idea to stay in one place, if things like those creepy-crawly Sticky-Web-shooting spiders lurked about. Diggersby stepped around the fissure before paving a way down the junk and debris for Rose. After all, digging is what Diggersby does best, and he didn't want his new pal to break an ankle.

Diggersby stopped and motioned to the fissure, then to the pathway opposite of the fissure, cocking his head. He wasn't sure which path to follow, so he turned to Rose for her opinion. He grunted towards either direction and looked at Rose.
 
"Name is Hamzah. Warmaster, or military leader, of whats left of the Asher Light empire which has now been reformed into the Emperica empire. It is good to meet you X and... wait, you said your name is George Washington? That's... nevermind. It's just that we have a historical figure named that way and lead a revolution. Now, excuse me while I check the bodies. Fredrick wants to do more scans on the Centurion." With that Hamzah got up and walked over to the husk where his A.I. began scanning.

"Name is Arkith, Zealot dragon of what is also left of the Dragon empire which has been reformed into what Hamzah had said. If you ask, our planet got attacked by some kind of shadow race that attacked us. We would have been wiped out if it wasn't for some robotic race that was waiting for them underground. And now we are stuck in a world where there are giant spider men with robotic parts trying to kill us."

"I suggest you get use to it then. We've been surviving like this such the collapse of our civilization and mother of all things we just took down a Centurion! I will get a promotion and of course I'll tell of your heroics as well." Jose cheerfully said as he walked on over.

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The people at the camp looked wearily at Deemo. They had lived through hell and learned not to trust outsiders unless they proved that they are trustworthy.
 
Now that Hamzah mentioned it, there was a historical figure with that name. X was almost sure it was a coincidence, but the man's antiquated dress and weaponry only made it clear he likely wasn't from here, or from their time. Where were they? It was like some kind of weird dimension they were in, like something out of a fiction story. he had never heard of Hamzah's empire either, only cementing his suspicions that things were not as they appeared to be. At least for now they all seemed to be in agreement that something should be done.

"Commander X, awaiting orders." one of the 17th unit chimes in, taking the moment of silence to speak. X waves a hand in the Reploid's direction. 'At ease, soldier." he says in reply. He and the other fourteen lower their weapons as they look around the wasteland area they were in.

"My unit and I were in pursuit of a dangerous criminal when he lead into a strange area. I had only seen something like it once, and it was able to warp space. Next thing we knew we were here." X says, offering his own explanation. Despite what he may have first thought, X and his men couldn't have been through Zero Space again. The Eurasia Incident was long over and the warped areas had disappeared.
 
Blade Wolf turned towards the Centurion after it mentioned his name and reason. "I will return, but this must be addressed." He said as he walked over to the fallen Centurion. "You are not alone creature. I did not chorose my life style either. Whoever I killed was by orders, not choice. Perhaps all this truly was an encounter that didn't need to happen. If you seek it creature I hope you find peace away from your orders." He said as he sat down and lowered his head. He felt strange for feeling sympathetic towards a creature that fought hard to kill them. But to learn they killed from orders meant they weren't much different. And that forced him to think whether or not his enemies here were truly his enemies.

The K-9000 nodded at the two before closing his visor and continuing on. His infrared picked up small amounts of movement in the distance, but he continued on deciding to head straight to the main camp. If he resembled whatever this Collective is he would have to ready himself for a fight without instigating on once he approached the camp. It would be a sensitive situation to deal with. But he would deal with the situation when it came to him.
 
Deemo looked around the area for a vacant tent or hut. If anything, he still needs a roof over his head. Once he does, he may have a chance to make something useful for him... A hand-made piano is a lot of work so maybe he might craft a personal harp... Maybe a lute? He'll decide once he finds a place to take shelter in.
 
"Me and my pal over there got reports about some kind of anomaly near our space. The robots that saved us urged us to go as we it was our 'duty'. If you ask me, they had something to do with this." Arkith glanced over at the Centurion." Though, I do doubt that they knew about this."

The Centurion didn't response. Its life force had moved on to find another body and that what Fredrick had detected. The life force to Fredrick and anyone from his Universe would call it an Essence. A person from a different Universe might have called it the soul, but the soul and the Essence were two separate things. And so with this information Fredrick made a file and reported it to Hamzah. Not only did these creatures have a mind, a living body, but also a soul or Essence. This was certainly intriguing.

"Me and my boys are heading back to camp. Consider to have a bit of free reign in our turf now. Other groups might or might not attempt to kill you and collect you body parts. However, once word gets out people are going to start considering things. Who knows, you guys might be our only chance to stop the Collective, but yet again that was just a Centurion. There are a lot more deadly bots." Jose smiled at the odd group as he and the remains of his group walked away with their fallen.

"Are they dead?" The survivalist peaked up." They are dead! And by the seven you have took down a Centurion?! The last time a Centurion was taken down was nearly 400 years ago and that took the might of a great deal many! This is good news so if ya'll want I can escort you to the Glade. And sorry about my cowardice. I just don't do well with these Ales."
 
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Finally, Deemo found a vacant hut available. It was a bit shabby but it will still do. Oh hey! A paper and pencil. These will come in handy. Well, it would if Deemo hadn't already started to write his thoughts onto it.
The first day in this world has been pretty busy. I can produce life for those in need, I stumbled across a camp...
These people here still don't seem to trust me. Seems okay for now, but I'm not sure if it'll get worse.
I'm beginning to worry about Tress back where I used to reside... I think she's freaking out right now because I'm gone. It's sad to think that a close friend of mine has to deal with my sudden absence. I hope my masked friend will take care of her like I did...
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X watched as Jose and his men took their dead with them as they left. Sympathetic feelings hit at his emotions at the sight of it, though his expression did little to convey it. He had seen many of his own brethren and friends fall as the Maverick Wars continue to rage on at home. X could only hope Zero and Axl would be able to hold on to things and deal with his sudden disappearance. His thought was interrupted by the survivalist's peaking up and speaking to them. He didn't blame the human for his cowardice. Where he was from many humans were unable to properly fight against Reploids and Mechaniloids.

"I accept your offer, thank you." he says to the person. They needed a place that would be less dangerous than this, and this 'Glade' place would likely be their temporary headquarters.
 
Blade Wolf sat silent for a moment seeming troubled by the events. "Analysis complete, feelings...inconclusive." He said with a lower tone. He had never understood the humans feeling of doubt, but now he himself felt it. A robot like himself would not normally feel emotions, but his advanced A.I. made him think and even feel as though he was more organic than machine. And now he began to understand why humans carried such doubt before or after their actions. Perhaps this is why he was considered a failure. His emotions made him less aggressive because he could feel the same emotions as those he fought. And because he fought against his will it tore him up for the inside out. Now he felt trapped in his own mind trying to answer questions he could never answer himself.

As the K-9000 began to get near the end of the road his IR sensor began to show multiple signatures inside a strange looking complex. "This must be the camp they were talking about. Collective are assholes." He said slowly, repeating it trying to keep the phrase straight to avoid a confrontation as he approached the camp slowly ready for any danger.
 
Rose follows Diggersby as he clears a path through the debris. She becomes a little confused when he pauses, only realizing why when it gestures to the two paths. "Er..." She wasn't sure to be honest. What would be the better way? She remembered that there was something at the other end of this fissure; that was why Diggersby had put it here in the first place. But if it had anything to do with the spider things, maybe it was gone, too. "Let's go this way," She says, gesturing to fissure."If that's alright with you."
 
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George Washington raised an eyebrow. After all, he had been pulled straight out of a revolution. "He must have been a very handsome, courageous man," he replied to Hamzah, before following the group. "I might know of him."

The general turned to the survivalist, nodding and saying: "Thank you for your offer. I do understand your fear; I believe, however, that living through that fear gives you strength."
 
"That's cool." The survivalist said." Name is Mike by the way."

Mike turned about only to see fissures caused by Diggersby. He cursed trying to think of another way. The most direct and fastest route he could think of was through the sewers. The Ales didn't bother going down there due to the horrid conditions so they wouldn't get any problems from them. There were a few Hazifzs however and that smell of rotting corpses, but it would lead them directly into the Glade.

"Ok, we have two choices. We can attempt to cross the fissures which could be deadly or we could attempt to take the sewers. Be warned about the sewers!"

"Always something in the sewers." Arkith muttered.

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The camp's guards readied their weapons as 9000 materialized. Due to the robotic nature they didn't give a second thought as they let loose a barrage of bullets at the dog robot. The gunfire scared the locals making them run into their homes. Some of the braver folk picked up their own weapons and headed over to the gates. During their panic a old man with a cane stumbled over to a garden for some reason where he began to tend the plants.
 
Diggersby nodded and continued walking down the edge of the fissure. It really wasn't too wide, probably about six or seven feet wide and about nine feet deep at its broadest. However, Diggersby didn't know how well Rose could jump, and just decided to keep moving along the edge. His arm-ears bobbed as he walked.

George Washington inspected the fissure. "The fissures don't appear to be much wider than an average man," he observed, "but they are certainly deeper. I don't know where you want to go, though, so lead us on, good guide."
 
Blade Wolf snapped out of his looping thoughts as he saw the group talking about how to get to the Glade. He approached the group and sat down looking towards the ground replaying what he had heard in his mind. He thought nothing would bother him here to merely achieve his goals of survival and continue on. But now he wasn't so sure. If that creature merely followed orders than they were part of the same coin. Perhaps not all of those mechanical beasts are fighting because of their choice, but because they are forced to. He can't let these thoughts bother him as it will damage his ability to fight, but he can't simply make them vanish either. He merely kept to himself as he waited for the group to move. He wasn't sure if the others could see him troubled by his thoughts, but it would probably be better if they didn't. As for him, he would follow, a part of the pack like he always has been.

The K-9000 immediately took cover behind a tree as the barrage started. "It would seem it was true what those humans said. They are not too fond of me." He wanted to pull the sword from its sheath to force his way up, but refrained knowing that would be taken as an act of aggression and they would be even less likely to believe his words. He waited for a moment until the barrage calmed down a bit and slightly poked his head out. "Humans, my programming is not of Collective origin. Collective..are..assholes." He said before a round struck the tree forcing him back into cover.
 
While the group debated over which way to go, Hamzah spotted the troubled Blade Wolf. The Warmaster, wise in his years, detected that something was troubling the machine so perhaps by talking to it Hamzah could not only relief it of its troubles, but perhaps gain trust. And so he walked over much to Fredrick's hate. The A.I. shouted in Hamzah's inner comms causing him to whack the helmet. That made Fredrick shut it.

"Blade Wolf is it?" Hamzah asked remembering what the Centurion said.

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The camp's guards stopped their fire confused. They thought they had heard that the metal mutt had spoken their favorite password. How could that be though? The Collective were incapable of doing such things unless it was a trick and if it was a trick it would have been far more human. The guards decided to give the machine a chance.

"Come on out with your, err." The guards tried thinking of what to say." With your paws up?"
 
Blade Wolf snapped out of his thoughts as he heard his name from the Warmaster. He looked at the Warmaster and nodded his head. "That is my call sign or you may call me by my unit, LQ-84I. Forgive this unit for its rude behavior. It has had a lot of memory to process in a short time. I believe I heard your name was Hamzah, if this unit is mistaken it apologizes." He said as he sat there looking at the Warmaster. Perhaps the Warmaster was able to sense his trouble. It made him feel slightly better knowing he would not be left alone like he was at Desperado, but if he told the Warmaster exactly how he felt about this, would he call him weak or a sympathizer of the enemy? Or would he understand why he is so troubled by these events. Either way he would not lie, as he could not.

The K-9000 opened his visor after hearing the guards and stepped out still holing the sword in his mouth. "I understand my body resembles that of a canine, however in a combat scenario I will not perform tricks for entertainment. And seeing as how you have reacted to my presence I'm assuming you have not seen who I seek. But I will ask anyway, whether you wish to give me the truth is up to you. I seek another Wolf model similar to my design. However his variant was cancelled and destroyed so the reports say. This is what he looks like." With that he brought up a picture of the LQ-84I and projected it near the side of his head for them to see. He tried to expand it knowing they wouldn't get near him with his sword and knives behind his claws. Of course he could have already used his knives in the pouches on his back legs to strike them from afar, but he was obligated not to start fights. Only deal with them when they started.
 
"Yes, name is Hamzah. The military leader of a fledgling space empire. I see something is troubling you and I do have a theory. If it is what that creature said then don't worry. I've seen war many times and I have come across all sorts of people. I wouldn't judge unless it required me to." Hamzah then glanced over at the Centurion husk wondering what the creature had meant.

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Both guards shook their heads." We hadn't seen anything like that besides a few Collective like you and honestly we don't trust robots."
 
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