Re: Intense Struggle Season 2! (Round 1: Training Facility ONX)
07-13-2010, 07:13 PM
Originally posted on MSPA by WoodlandBeef.
Three seconds.
Three seconds was the interval that separated CH4-12-L13, the infamous Hunterbot, from completing its mission objective. It seemed so close, yet now so far as Charlie's data bank could not pick up on even the slightest trace of familiar territory. Not one nanometer of whatever this place was had been programmed into the Hunterbot's map. It was such unfamiliar territory, almost as if the Hunterbot had been so rudely plucked from its plane of existence and transported beyond space and time to another universe. To live up to the reputation as a Hunterbot was to adapt and excel, something that CH4-12-L13 had been notorious for in its history of being commissioned. Whatever happened was only a minor setback to the completion of the main objective.
As Charlie's basic optical and audio receptors reoriented themselves, the machine went to activate its more specialized sensors to get its bearings; only to find that they had all been dampened and deemed unusable. Something called the Monitor spoke up and delivered a speech like one of many politicians of the Republic. One small phrase struck a circuit of familiarity with the Hunterbot and the machine paused in automation.
'Battle to the death'
The robot walker processed the words and began to reformulate its objectives while the Monitor had proceeded with introductions. It seemed that there were seven other forms that were to be placed in a battle to the death with the Hunterbot. Charlie was incapable of getting a good visual representation of the new ‘targets', thus only could go by name and description to prioritize the secondary objectives. The order of which the Hunterbot's processor listed the other contestants by highest threat level started with Marcus White and Dekowin and ending with the Viridioflorian and Lillian Finch.
The specialized robot abruptly found itself transported again in the same manner as before. The Monitor's voice echoed from speaker's in the ceiling giving a statement that conflicted with the Hunterbot's programming.
"...made it to the point where you all will meet before killing anyone, but that choice is ultimately yours..."
Termination of the secondary objectives would result in a mission success, but a new objective had been listed. Do not kill before reaching a certain point. The Hunterbot was completely immobile for a time as the machine's processor tried to comprehend such blatantly incompatible orders, but to no avail as a large, bold, red five letter word flashed in Charlie's optical sensors.
ERROR
The Hunterbot slumped in the containment room it had been placed as the machine attempted to clear its processor of all unnecessary data to increase its computing speed. A new objective protocol was established; refrain from termination until all targets are gathered unless threat level exceeds Defcon-3. With that command locked in its processor, Charlie's mechanized form rose up and scanned the room. The Hunterbot's processor scanned the molecular complex of the green substance and the shattered holding canisters. The gooey liquid was relatively harmless as it was used to keep whatever was once in the containers in a meta-stasis, undoubtedly for study and testing. After a brief analytical study of the canisters, Charlie deduced that whatever biological organisms were once in here had been missing for some time prior to its arrival. The Hunterbot recounted the Monitor's words once more for perhaps any other commands, but instead had picked up upon another critical element.
"...already creatures…in this facility..."
CH4-12-L13 twisted around and gave the room multi-sensor scans to ensure there was nothing else that might be crucial to completing its directives. There was nothing notable left in the initial room, until a subtle hiss and noise that sounded vaguely like scuttling was processed by Charlie's audio sensors. The noise came from beyond the room. The Hunterbot's pincers rotated in their joints and the segmented tail lurched forwards into a battle ready position. The circuitry and mechanisms whirred to life as the tripod legs shifted and brought the machine to a steady, fluid gait and left the containment room with its objectives set.
Commence mission.
Three seconds.
Three seconds was the interval that separated CH4-12-L13, the infamous Hunterbot, from completing its mission objective. It seemed so close, yet now so far as Charlie's data bank could not pick up on even the slightest trace of familiar territory. Not one nanometer of whatever this place was had been programmed into the Hunterbot's map. It was such unfamiliar territory, almost as if the Hunterbot had been so rudely plucked from its plane of existence and transported beyond space and time to another universe. To live up to the reputation as a Hunterbot was to adapt and excel, something that CH4-12-L13 had been notorious for in its history of being commissioned. Whatever happened was only a minor setback to the completion of the main objective.
As Charlie's basic optical and audio receptors reoriented themselves, the machine went to activate its more specialized sensors to get its bearings; only to find that they had all been dampened and deemed unusable. Something called the Monitor spoke up and delivered a speech like one of many politicians of the Republic. One small phrase struck a circuit of familiarity with the Hunterbot and the machine paused in automation.
'Battle to the death'
The robot walker processed the words and began to reformulate its objectives while the Monitor had proceeded with introductions. It seemed that there were seven other forms that were to be placed in a battle to the death with the Hunterbot. Charlie was incapable of getting a good visual representation of the new ‘targets', thus only could go by name and description to prioritize the secondary objectives. The order of which the Hunterbot's processor listed the other contestants by highest threat level started with Marcus White and Dekowin and ending with the Viridioflorian and Lillian Finch.
The specialized robot abruptly found itself transported again in the same manner as before. The Monitor's voice echoed from speaker's in the ceiling giving a statement that conflicted with the Hunterbot's programming.
"...made it to the point where you all will meet before killing anyone, but that choice is ultimately yours..."
Termination of the secondary objectives would result in a mission success, but a new objective had been listed. Do not kill before reaching a certain point. The Hunterbot was completely immobile for a time as the machine's processor tried to comprehend such blatantly incompatible orders, but to no avail as a large, bold, red five letter word flashed in Charlie's optical sensors.
ERROR
The Hunterbot slumped in the containment room it had been placed as the machine attempted to clear its processor of all unnecessary data to increase its computing speed. A new objective protocol was established; refrain from termination until all targets are gathered unless threat level exceeds Defcon-3. With that command locked in its processor, Charlie's mechanized form rose up and scanned the room. The Hunterbot's processor scanned the molecular complex of the green substance and the shattered holding canisters. The gooey liquid was relatively harmless as it was used to keep whatever was once in the containers in a meta-stasis, undoubtedly for study and testing. After a brief analytical study of the canisters, Charlie deduced that whatever biological organisms were once in here had been missing for some time prior to its arrival. The Hunterbot recounted the Monitor's words once more for perhaps any other commands, but instead had picked up upon another critical element.
"...already creatures…in this facility..."
CH4-12-L13 twisted around and gave the room multi-sensor scans to ensure there was nothing else that might be crucial to completing its directives. There was nothing notable left in the initial room, until a subtle hiss and noise that sounded vaguely like scuttling was processed by Charlie's audio sensors. The noise came from beyond the room. The Hunterbot's pincers rotated in their joints and the segmented tail lurched forwards into a battle ready position. The circuitry and mechanisms whirred to life as the tripod legs shifted and brought the machine to a steady, fluid gait and left the containment room with its objectives set.
Commence mission.