![]() Instead, I was a Fusion Commander which isn’t exactly bad but just not one I like very much. I was somehow a Commander from Planetary Annihilation, and I wasn’t even one of my preferred commanders like Invictus or Osiris. My circuitry whined with enough energy to make nuclear factories look like double A batteries.īecause I woke to the Ashes of an intergalactic Empire and the terrifying realization that my hands were made out of metal. My Sensors came online, servos making an electrical hum and through it all I didn’t so much as twitch a synthetic muscle as clouds ash floated through the air like a crappy parody of a sandstorm. Odd creatures fought violently, with a rage that was impossible to quantify.Įverything shifted and then ended with the sight of a wolf slurping up the fire of the sun before spitting it out upon the tiny planet that tried to hurt me. It was confusing and fluid as things shifted through psychedelic colors and impossible scenes. They were misty skeletons of my fellow commanders as they tried to Hurt me? I was dreaming of fighting something it was entrenched to the point you couldn’t rip it out without destroying everything. ![]() Then with a blast of searing light and the bark of laser fire, Martyan Disappeared from the world.Ī world that I soon reduced to nothing but ash. My Weapon arm shifted to combat form, whirring with a powerful sound as it charged to full power. My body moved on its own as I readjusted Martyan to rest on my fabrication arm. “Authorization code 958037, Begin Last Wish protocols, destroy all units, all units designated Friendly are to be recategorized as Primary Elimination targets.”Įverything turned gray, then black. “And then when it’s over, I want you to forgive me if you could?” Some part of me was almost indignant, of course I would do as the Progenitor asked! Could you do that? Please? For Father and mother and everyone? Please?” I need you to remove them from the very fabric of the universe. “But I need you to listen, J-just Like you used to. What would the current date have to do with anything? Of Course I would protect her I had never contemplated any other form of action. Confusion pulsing in my emotion circuit as I processed her words. “I-I knew you would be the same, you would still protect us even now.” She said her voice oddly garbled as blood bubbled out of her mouth. ![]() She was not getting enough Carbon Dioxide with how little filled her lungs. I directed my attention down to her body, her breath was uneven, shallow. Her Bloody hand tapped against my chassis once more. I could find no other Friendly Progenitor signals. The other settlement that I had to pull Martyan’s barely moving body from out of the wreckage. I could not save Martyan, the only other settlement on this planet had been the one I had just run from. My operating system froze, I could not save her. I just needed to get her there.Įverything was on fire, the closest settlement nothing but ash and dust. She was losing blood, I did not have any medical tools or way to repair her.īut the closest settlement should have the necessary supplies. As I had for three generations.Īt least that's what my Databanks insisted despite the fact Martyan now looked to be at least Ten Sun Cycles old.īut she was paler than she should be, her skin a blue akin to the shade of the sky rather than the deep oceanic blue of a healthy Progenitor. Loved to sit there and speak as I stood in silence over her settlement, preventing and destroying anything that would cause them harm such as the Hegemon’s empire. Loved making the almost neon-colored crowns out of the nearby luminous fauna. She was a mere four Sun Cycles old, and she loved to pick flowers in order to weave them around my chassis. No, not the Progenitor, her name was Martayan. Something insisted that it was odd for the hand to have a blue tinge to it, despite the fact that every Progenitor I had ever met had had the same.Īfter all, My creators had been blue since the very beginning of their evolution.īut that wasn’t important, no, what was important was the warm purple blood that stuck to my paint as the Progenitor tried to get my attention. The world blurring, sounds just slightly off like a speaker glitching.Ī hand is pressed against my chest, a hand that I am carrying. I wasn’t sure why, only a strange feeling of all-encompassing fear as I marched on mechanically. Wear: 51.84% Combat Damage: 6.26% Repair Time: 30 Minutes Wear: 0% Combat Damage: 75% Repair Time: 30 Minutes Wear: 30% Combat Damage: 10% Repair Time: 10 Minutes
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