Re: The Fatal Conflict! (GBS2G7) (Round 2: Robo City!)
06-06-2011, 08:54 AM
Originally posted on MSPA by Eversist.
Bellona blinked. And blinked again. The warriors had frozen at the appearance of these lurid beings, and both seemed to be visibly struggling with shifting gears, hands on respective weapons. The gladiatrix was rather taken aback with these gentile robots. Diplomacy hadn’t exactly been the tactic of choice thus far on this world, and she was loathe to believe it was suddenly beginning now. Processing this, the being named ArDat-2 stepped forward, clasping his… limbs together. The words bore a sense of urgency, but emphasis was always placed on the wrong words.
“We are aware that your arrival here has caused nothing but violence. You must understand that most of our kind harbors nothing but the utmost revulsion and hatred for organic life.”
“My associate is correct. But we wish to change that. Would you please walk with us?”
“You are in danger here.”
Still at a loss for words, Bellona looked up at Kargrek. His attention was fixated on the first robot, brow furrowed into a cliff above his narrowed eyes. She could almost see the cogs groaning to turn, recovering from initial bewilderment. “Why?” he growled. This elicited a scoff from the young woman, but went ignored.
“As we speak, more M-T89s are on direct orders to come here and destroy you and your companion! We must vacate these rooms, quickly!”
“No. Why should we come with you? What do you want—”
“How do we know this isn’t a trap?” Bellona interrupted.
The taller being considered the question for a short moment. “You will have to take us at our word.”
“Of what value is their word to us?” Kargrek asked, turning to look at Bellona.
“Worthless. But we could easily take them, no problem.” She drew her spear, holding it against the ground like a staff.
“They are not my concern…” His eyes lingered at Bellona’s chest, its wearer coloring a bit, before turning back to the clerical bots. He nodded. “We will come.”
“Good, good! We will commune while we move.”
The torsos of the festooned pair immediately spun around, lower-half motionless, and began wheeling towards the warriors’ original destination; the edge of the cavernous room. The mortal pair kept in stride a few paces behind, but only with great difficulty.
“You must excuse our haste; we are not quite complying with our Singularity’s orders.”
“Our leader, you see. He would be most displeased with our current choice of action.”
“But it must be done. For the good of our kind, it must be done.”
The bots continued in this theme of conversation for a while longer, seemingly trying to convince themselves of this notion, rather than their accompanying humans. A constant stream of reassurances and references to a prophesy was audible between the two, until they passed through the doorway.
”... Prophecy?” Bellona interjected, leaning slightly on her javelin. She wondered if being resurrected and then shortly after flung across universes was playing havoc with her innards; this was a light jog compared to training at home, yet she was out of breath.
“Prophecy, noun. The foretelling or prediction of what is to—”
Kargrek waved a shovel-sized hand in dismissal. Both humans were acquainted with the word. “What does it say?” he asked, appearing unruffled to Bellona’s chagrin.
Rho-7-7 gave ArDat-2, who was currently interacting with something on the wall, a meaningful stare with three ocular stalks. It apparently received some sort of response without eye-contact. “It states that one of your kind will bring the end of our way of life, but another will preserve it.”
“There have been some slight discrepancies in the details, so not all are as accepting as we have been. But that could simply be attributed to a syntax error.” ArDat-2 added, not looking up from its work.
“Or the Gods have changed their minds, as they have been wont to do.”
“Gods? What do you know of gods?” Bellona’s interest in the conversation piqued again, despite herself.
“Very little. We are not privy to that information.”
"PI-3-TI could answer your questions. He is with the savior, currently.”
“Savior? You already have him?” There was a hint of alarm in the barbarian's baritone rumble.
“We are taking you to him now.”
“Then who—”
The young woman’s question was punctuated with a cry from her own mouth, as the floor gave way beneath them.
Bellona blinked. And blinked again. The warriors had frozen at the appearance of these lurid beings, and both seemed to be visibly struggling with shifting gears, hands on respective weapons. The gladiatrix was rather taken aback with these gentile robots. Diplomacy hadn’t exactly been the tactic of choice thus far on this world, and she was loathe to believe it was suddenly beginning now. Processing this, the being named ArDat-2 stepped forward, clasping his… limbs together. The words bore a sense of urgency, but emphasis was always placed on the wrong words.
“We are aware that your arrival here has caused nothing but violence. You must understand that most of our kind harbors nothing but the utmost revulsion and hatred for organic life.”
“My associate is correct. But we wish to change that. Would you please walk with us?”
“You are in danger here.”
Still at a loss for words, Bellona looked up at Kargrek. His attention was fixated on the first robot, brow furrowed into a cliff above his narrowed eyes. She could almost see the cogs groaning to turn, recovering from initial bewilderment. “Why?” he growled. This elicited a scoff from the young woman, but went ignored.
“As we speak, more M-T89s are on direct orders to come here and destroy you and your companion! We must vacate these rooms, quickly!”
“No. Why should we come with you? What do you want—”
“How do we know this isn’t a trap?” Bellona interrupted.
The taller being considered the question for a short moment. “You will have to take us at our word.”
“Of what value is their word to us?” Kargrek asked, turning to look at Bellona.
“Worthless. But we could easily take them, no problem.” She drew her spear, holding it against the ground like a staff.
“They are not my concern…” His eyes lingered at Bellona’s chest, its wearer coloring a bit, before turning back to the clerical bots. He nodded. “We will come.”
“Good, good! We will commune while we move.”
The torsos of the festooned pair immediately spun around, lower-half motionless, and began wheeling towards the warriors’ original destination; the edge of the cavernous room. The mortal pair kept in stride a few paces behind, but only with great difficulty.
“You must excuse our haste; we are not quite complying with our Singularity’s orders.”
“Our leader, you see. He would be most displeased with our current choice of action.”
“But it must be done. For the good of our kind, it must be done.”
The bots continued in this theme of conversation for a while longer, seemingly trying to convince themselves of this notion, rather than their accompanying humans. A constant stream of reassurances and references to a prophesy was audible between the two, until they passed through the doorway.
”... Prophecy?” Bellona interjected, leaning slightly on her javelin. She wondered if being resurrected and then shortly after flung across universes was playing havoc with her innards; this was a light jog compared to training at home, yet she was out of breath.
“Prophecy, noun. The foretelling or prediction of what is to—”
Kargrek waved a shovel-sized hand in dismissal. Both humans were acquainted with the word. “What does it say?” he asked, appearing unruffled to Bellona’s chagrin.
Rho-7-7 gave ArDat-2, who was currently interacting with something on the wall, a meaningful stare with three ocular stalks. It apparently received some sort of response without eye-contact. “It states that one of your kind will bring the end of our way of life, but another will preserve it.”
“There have been some slight discrepancies in the details, so not all are as accepting as we have been. But that could simply be attributed to a syntax error.” ArDat-2 added, not looking up from its work.
“Or the Gods have changed their minds, as they have been wont to do.”
“Gods? What do you know of gods?” Bellona’s interest in the conversation piqued again, despite herself.
“Very little. We are not privy to that information.”
"PI-3-TI could answer your questions. He is with the savior, currently.”
“Savior? You already have him?” There was a hint of alarm in the barbarian's baritone rumble.
“We are taking you to him now.”
“Then who—”
The young woman’s question was punctuated with a cry from her own mouth, as the floor gave way beneath them.