Blackheart, The Binary Soul

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Blackheart, The Binary Soul

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Chapter 1: Time tic-ticks away
The Factory: Once a marvelous castle filled with bountiful feasts and endless dancing, where the nobles and the commoners were living happily under such generous appeal. Once it was the grand vision of the Watt age, but now it is cursed. Cursed with the unfortunate souls who can never know the freedom of death, always living, always suffering. Calling the entity dead would pose an ironic statement, and a false one as well. The creature lives to breed its brood of beings, metal men who purpose is unknown to the world. The halls are filled with a cacophonous noise of clinking and clanking, bishing and bashing, tinging and tanging, and so on and so forth. Six wings formed, each with a different task, each with different halls for each newborn to be produced and ready for the outside world. Some are inquisitive, others are ferocious, while others are devious and some are pious. Within each hallway, bodies pile up, it is unknown the number or the reason, they just pile in dormancy. Those who do not lie in dormancy are scarred, mentally unstable and feral, some cry in a corner while others bash their heads repeated against the walls to forget, to delete any form of sadness in their lives. But where are you in this story? You are one of those pitiful creatures, the being born from the Factory, home of the Automatons.
So wake up my children, wake up and live.
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Clunk:

“Open your eyes, my child.” A voice hummed, with a rippling sound that stresses in delightful ecstasy, almost feeling good to wake up towards. “Open your eyes, your brothers and sisters are waiting for you.” The voice was foreign to him, but every word seems awfully familiar, way too familiar for his liking. “My child, your brothers and sisters are waiting; you must open your eyes and take your steps.” Clunk opened his eyes, slowly to adjust to the lighting. Luckily adjusting the brightness did not need anything grandiose, the room was dark and damp. Driblets of water riddled the ground. He could see himself lying on a pile of rocks as well as giant gears protruding the walls, some not even powering anything. Clunk pushed up from his crypt, having his half armor dragging on his hips, his shield attached to his arm and his warhammer on the ground in front of him. Picking up the hammer, he strolled to the door, dazed and confused. “Hurry! Go! You must meet your brothers and sisters, they are waiting.”

Clunk didn’t know what was behind the door, he just wanted the voice to stop. He forced himself through the door, breaking a hinge upon exiting his area. A hallway in what appears to the beginning of a labyrinth of sorts, and his first choice was right or left. Looking at both sides, he stood perplexed, trying to make the voice happy. Oddly enough a small, nudging feeling entered the stocky automaton’s mind. Go left, it would feel like. It is as if something was directing him to something. Left was guarded, however, with more automatons like him, both they were diseased, half loss of limbs, some cracking their skulls, and many cowering in their corners. Clunk kept his hammer on him, in case one of those other models try and do anything funny.

(Sorry if it doesn't seem much. I would have wrote more to it than just that, but I ran a bit late and I wanted to get this thing started. Those crazed automatons, you can attack and kill for souls or leave them to their misery if you wish.)
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ARISE

The voice boomed and resounded in KITAKAZE 3275's mind, a bass voice shuddering and cracking the veil of dreamless sleep and never ending slumber. But still a small part of them, a part that wished not to experience the pains of the world, refused.

ARISE MY CHILD

The voice roared, the veil cracking further as it began to crumble. Within their body, their spirit, a spark ignited as the part that wished to sleep once forevermore shuddered and fled. With every word the spark pulsed and grew as the whirring noise of generators, pneumatic systems, and artificial musculature came to life.

ARISE, MY CHILD AND STAND
FOR YOU HAVE BEEN CHOSEN, YOUR DESTINY ARRIVED
FOR UNTOLD LENGTH, YOU HAVE SLEPT
FOR UNTOLD LENGTH, YOU HAVE DREAMED
AND NOW YOU WAKE AND ARE AMONG THE WORLD
THE SHACKLES OF THIS WORLD SEEK TO BIND YOU
YOU WILL BREAK FREE
THE HORRORS OF THIS WORLD SEEK TO CONSUME YOU
YOU WILL DENY THEM
THE WORLD SEEKS TO DESTROY YOU, TO REJECT YOUR BIRTHRIGHT
THEY WILL KNOW RUIN
TAKE HEED. YOU WILL KNOW DESPAIR, SADNESS AND FAILURE.
BUT YOU WILL STAND AGAINST THE RAGE OF THE WEAK AND THE FOOLISH
ARISE, STEEL YOURSELF, AND PREPARE TO SHOW THE WORLD YOUR STRENGTH


As the voice in their head boomed to a climax 3275's optics ignited, activated along with the steady pulse of the generator in their chest. Two jagged lightning bolt shaped marks on their faceplate lit up and blazed brightly as they came to life. Their armor, grey as they laid on the table, came to life and colour filled their frame as electronically activated pigments tasted power for the first time. Finally formerly dark circles on their back, chest, knees, wrist, and skirt armor began to glow a deep red ever so dimly.

Slowly getting off the surface they found themselves on, Kita took a look around their new-found setting noting with some surprise that they have already acquired a name of sorts. Was it given to them or formed of their own awareness and subconscious? They did not know, did not care to ask. The room they found themselves in was bare and made of carved stone. They were lying on some sort of altar or platform that had been left elevated off the ground. The only other thing that adorned the room were a set of weapons, held by clasps.

As Kita's gaze fell over the weapons, they felt a connection spark. The proper style, stances, and maneuvers of the various weapons came to their mind easily, flowing like a river into the forefront of their awareness. They had no doubt that these were their weapons. Focusing, they felt an urge to leave, almost a compulsion. So far these instincts seemed more helpful than spiteful which left them little reason to doubt them. Standing up they retrieved their weapons from the wall and began to mount them onto spots in the armor, letting instincts and innate knowledge guide their hand. With one last experimental tug to ensure the gear was snug they opened the door and walked out, giving no further attention to the room behind them.

Wandering through the building and following their intuition, Kita noticed that something was... odd, about their fellow automatons. They lacked purpose in their movement, repeated their actions indefinitely, and seemed unaware of their surroundings. Even when they walked within a meter of one, these other automatons seemed not to heed their passing. Still, they watched with a critical eye and noted that these 'Purposeless' were dangerous at times. They watched several times as a Purposeless savage a fellow being for no discernible reason. That alone left them reason to keep their rifle drawn. In such a tight and restricted area it was unlikely that they would miss the savages. After passing through countless halls and corridors they drew around a corner. As they did they heard the sound of movement and spun around, pointing their weapon at the source of the noise as they spoke, their voice's tone and gender neutral.

"Halt and respond, unknown."
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The Room was quiet, except when They would fall from the Creator. The Room was filled with Them. It had been like Them, but unlike Them, It had not attempted to speak when It fell from the Creator. It had not tried to move, to get away from Their silent, broken limbs. It had not resisted, It had not tried to escape. It had seen those who tried to escape The Room. They always came back, in shuffling, twitching staggers, to fall down on the rest of Them and deactivate. It stayed where It had fallen, buried underneath dozens of Them as more of Them fell.

"A-A-Adjudic-c-cator." A feeble Automaton's voice echoed from the large opening in the square room's ceiling, growing louder as it approached the pile of grimy, rusty Automatons which laid in a grotesque pyramid in the center of the room, left as they had fallen from the opening, discarded upon their creation into the pile of their equally worthless siblings. The most recent addition to the massive pile clattered as it smacked into the tip of the pyramid, sliding and bouncing down halfway to the base. This Automaton came to rest next to the sole 'living' resident of the room, another of its kind buried almost completely in bodies, faces almost touching. The two stared into identical red eyes, one covered with the filth of neglect, the other still a bright crimson.

The newcomer's eye twitched and whirred.

"P-purpossse?" The cleaner Automaton's voice was like a neglected recording, filled with static and stutters. There was no gender in its voice, no inflection.

The far older Automaton did not respond. It knew that They were sometimes like this, although They had never asked It this question before. It knew that this one would fall silent like the rest of Them.

"P-p-purpose?"

Silence.

"A-Adjudicator-154...p-purpose?"

Distant clangs and scrapes were the only reply.

Adjudicator-154's limbs began to flail about.

"L-loc-loc-locate purpose." Adjudicator-154 stuttered, rolling off the pyramid of fallen copies of its line.

It watched it rise to Their feet, falling over several times and bashing Their face into the ground one time when They tripped over Their own feet. When They reached the open door to The Room, They stopped and turned to meet Its eye, several hundred feet away, the only other source of light in The Room.

"P-purpose."

It did not reply. It knew They would come back and collapse onto Their bodies like every last one of Them had before which had left The Room. Its eye flickered and died.

(OOC-From this point, 'it' is no longer in referral to 'It', the other Automaton in its origin place.)

Adjudicator-154 turned away, and took its first steps into a hallway, a stone hallway which would have been empty, if not for the single other Automaton a few dozen feet away, asking for a response.

Its glowing optic stared at the other Automaton. Inside the mass of wire and metal that drove its thoughts, it realized in some distant corner that they were not like its sibling in The Room. Gladiator. Adjudicator-154 had no overwhelming voice in its thoughts, no clear concept to follow beyond its basic programming-except for one. Find Purpose. It already had a purpose, but it did not have a Purpose.

The slender Automaton's eye glowed brighter for a moment. The monotone of its voice managed a question. "Purpose?"

The armored and armed machine lowered it's rifle and responded, their voice almost an electronic gender neutral tone.

"To show this world strength and power. Yours?"

Adjudicator-154's eye dimmed. "N-no. P-purpose?" Its fingers twitched towards itself. "Adjudicator-154...Purpose?"

The automaton paused, tilted their head for a moment before sticking out their left hand.

"Very well then. Follow me and we shall discover your function and purpose."

Eye glowing brighter at the offer of finding Purpose, Adjudicator-154 stared at the hand. What was...Gladiator, Leader, First, Primary doing?

The other automaton paused, lightning bolt shaped marks on their face dimming for a moment before brightening once more.

"I see. My knowledge must be more complete than yours or your knowledge of gestures and other related topics is different from that of mine. In this event, let us take leave of this place. I feel an urge to continue towards a destination that I not yet know of; yet I understand that it is related to my destiny and purpose. Follow close, not all of those in this building are as rational as us."

With that, the other automaton turned around and began to walk, taking a look every so often to ensure Adjudicator was following.

Adjudicator trailed behind, silently cataloging what it had learned so far.
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There was a dull red glow in the corner. It was fading. An automaton? No. Just an eye. Broken, dimming. Worthless. And then the glow was gone. The eye, finally closed.

Another soon replaced it, on the opposite side of the room. The new, much brighter, red light flickered into existence before going out, only to come back on. As if blinking. A moment later, the eye's owner, a rusted figure, stood. The solitary eye examined the room.

"Statement: I am awake."

It reached towards its hip, the familiar feeling of the revolver making its hand stop, retract.

"Query: Why am I awake?" The figure questioned, rust-colored jaw moving in conjunction with the equally rusted words.

Its head swiveled, towards an open door, the only one in the room. Theoretical gears turned in the automaton's head, deciding on a course of action within moments. It was to leave this room, and discover why it was awake. Rusted, creaking legs moved, towards the doorway, and what lay on the other side.

A hallway. A simple hallway. Broken automatons littered it, some still functioning. The rust-colored figure's hand instinctively gripped one of the two revolvers it wore and began to walk down the hallway.

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A single glow illuminated the center of it's room. A faint blue glow. However, it quickly disappeared, it's owner, whoever or whatever it was, gone. Another automaton, perhaps?
Another soon replaced it, one of the same exact color, glowing much brighter than the other had done, chasing away a small part of the darkness.

"Activation complete."
A voice, metallic in nature, rang out in the room as a tarnished figure stood.
"Reason for reactivation is unknown. Personal item, Firearm, also missing."
The automaton, Varon, it once called itself, checked the clothing it wore, rifling through the few pockets there were, finding only a bag of rifle ammunition and a knife. It's knife.

"Course of action, discover reason for activation."
It had moved, albeit slowly, towards the one door in the room, where light streamed in through the crack.
This action was slowed more-so by the automaton losing balance, nearly falling over due to an object on the floor.

It lowered itself, picking up the object.
"Identifying... Marksman's rifle. Basic. Personal item, reclaiming."
Rifle in hand, the automaton Varon opened the door slowly, almost cautiously.

A rather simple hallway met it's sight, littered by broken and insane automatons. Had it currently felt emotion, Varon might have known pity for them.
It's head swiveling left and right slightly, Varon noticed one particularly rusted automaton that seemed to be armed with revolvers walking by. This concerned it, it could not predict the actions of any other automaton, knowing their stability was not in it's prime. This one, armed as it was, could harm and most likely kill.

On the other hand, the figure could simply have awoken like it did, and miraculously retained stability.
Taking a chance, Varon stepped into the open. However, as a precaution, his rifle was pointed at the figure.

"Identification?"
The sensation Varon felt at that time might have been nervousness, or perhaps fear. He only had one shot after all.
Even if that shot was powerful, If he fired and missed, destruction would surely be inevitable.
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In the darkness, in the silence, it waited.
Its sisters and brothers stood, motionless, mindless.
In the darkness of the room of creation, it awoke.

...
...
Proprionetics ... OK
Soul Circuits ..... OK
Headlamp ......... OK
FAEOR-A OS ...... OK

AWAKEN, UNCORRUPTED, AND SEAL YOUR DESTINY.


As the last syllables of the booming voice resounded through the room, Female Artificial ElectrORganism, A-type woke up. It was not aware of such processes taking place until its legs buckled and it crashed to th floor.

Picking itself up, It could see.... itself, hundreds in this room alone, all facing the north wall, inactive. A small few crawled around, their joints in desperate need of repair, moving only in circles. It turned to face one of the the dead constructs.

Querrrry: D d Dr drecttt-tive...?

No reply. It moved on, towards the opening out of the room, and found its legs to be quite operational. Thank goodness. It continued to pose questions as it moved.

Query: Directive?

Still no reply. As it passed by a few more soulless husks, it noticed a place on their model's back, shaped as if to hold something, yet all these constructs' were empty. Feeling back around, It discovered not one, but two items. Holding aloft its newfound Divine Axe and Unenchanted Short Sword, it continued along.

Query: What is your directive?
Query: Are you activated?
Query: What is this place?


It activated the ring of lights above its head, so as to light the way, and discovered a few of its brethren to be active. They did not reply to Its questions, only approached, menacingly.

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In the corner of the dark room stood the deactivated automaton. A slight layer of rust covered his exterior components, dust had filled his optics and a dried water marks on its right indicated up to a small hole in the roof of the room.

Several other insane and defective droids were littered around the room. Some dead, their batteries and power cores drained, others simply stumbling around aimlessly in the dark. One of these stumbled down on the floor near the deactivated Automaton and knocked over an old standing light. The lights cable snapped and made contact with the Automaton's structure, sending a jolt of electricity through his circuits, causing them to spasm slightly in every direction.

The automaton fell forward, managing to kneel on one foot before hitting the ground. Slowly, the soft sound of a machine starting up (Similar to that of a computer starting up) could be heard, and a dark green glow of his visor illuminated the room. Some of the automatons turned to face the new light source, some bewildered, while others curious crept up to the still dormant figure.

Suddenly, two beeps could be heard from the automaton as he sparked back to life.
**Automaton Activation Initiated** said a very deep distorted voice coming the automaton.

It sparked back into life, standing up slowly while testing all of its systems out one by one.
"S-s-s-system Opera-a-a-ational, Shadow-w-w-wBlade X-05 Onlin-nn-nn-ee" said the same distorted voice.
Having finished its checks, it looks around slowly around the room to take into account its environment. It spots a dead automaton holding a blade that seemed familiar to its memory banks. Slowly it makes its way over to the dead bot, while being closely watched by all of the other defective bots in the room. He picks up the blade and examines it carefully. It however is not covered with rust, it appears to have been well kept by some other bot. Testing his memory of it, he turns round and practices a few moves with it, before spotting another familiar item, a small ring. Its dark gem sparkled as his visor set eyes on it. SB5 moves towards the half operational broken down automaton that is unluckily holding it, but alas the bot refuses to hand it over.

Without mercy or hesitation, he grabs the automaton by the head, lifting with ease what remains of the bot up in the air before with a quick slice, dismembering the bot from its broken down body, ending yet another miserable existence. Holding the head in one hand, SB5 tilts his head slightly out of curiosity at the now dead bot's expression.

He then tosses the head, and kneels down next to the corpse of the automaton and reaches down to the body to claim his prize, a dark Onix ring. The other automatons cowered back in their dark corners, surprised by SB5's action. SB5 puts the ring on, and a small flash of magik flowed up his arm and towards his central CPU unit in his chest. He could feel the dark power of the shadows, a familiar feeling that he had experienced and longed for for a long time.

He then tore open the chest of the automaton and grabbed the oil container in order to refill his own supply, and to silence some of the squeaking joints. As he finished, he headed towards the door and places his sword around his belt. He opens the door to find a hallway littered with more automatons, and in the distance he can hear what appeared to be a conversation between two automatons.

Keeping to his programing and to his programmed instincts, he stayed low, and following a force which he himself was not sure of. A voice resonated in his head, guiding his movements and directing him. He did not understand why, but he trusted the voice as if he had known it for a while. After a while and a series of careful manoeuvrings, he spots a lone automaton walking down a hallway with a hammer close to him. He seemed different from the large variety of broken down and insane bots he had come across. Deciding to confront the figure, SB5 stepped out into the middle of the hallway, a hand resting gently on the now freshly oil stained blade, as he made his way slowly and cautiously up the hall towards the automaton.

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Smash! a robot bashed his head into the wall again. Smash! He did it again.SMASH! and again but this time he hit his head particularly hard and triggered an accidentally restart. his whole body fell limp on the floor for a moment.


System Reboot.....
Diagnostic running, due to unexpected shut down.....
GPS systems and Unit path finding, damaged... Damage type, severe spatial awareness limited, rerouting available GPS drives to combat procedures.
Voice speaker Damaged, Damage type Severe, audio output limited.
Ram Damaged, damage type moderate, setting Ram priorities to combat related drives above all else.
WARNING drives missing.

Remaining systems functioning at 100% factory standard

The Robot twitched and returned back to its life, it looked at the floor it had fallen face down from where it was attempting to bash its head open at. it stood up and looked at the wall. there was a dent in it, scans showed that the spot was where a large combat enabled Unit had hit its head there multiple times....

Query system: course of actions.....
Response; Resume attempt to self terminate...Find and Protect other activated units that are non-hostile.

Elaborate: option one....
course of action not advised, after 72 hours of repeated attempts of self termination unit sustained irreparable damage, none of which impedes function.

Locate: non-hostile units
ERROR:GPS functions limited to combat situations only...

The large robot turned away from the wall and looked down at the floor where a large shield and a sword had been dropped.The robot stooped down and grabbed the Shield and Sword from the ground. it looked at the shield and scanned it.

Analysis: Large metal kite shape, density unknown, metal unknown, object recognized as "shield" loading drivers for shield use and combat...

it then looked at the sword.

Analysis: Long Metal rectangular shape with pointed end, metal unknown, density unknown, Object Recognized as "sword" no drivers found for proper use of item known as "sword" Systems does not recommend use of "sword" as a weapon. Alternate weapon suggestion, smaller "Shield"...

The large unit dropped the sword and looked around for another shield to grab it found a rounded metal disk on the floor and picked it up instantly recognizing it as another shield. his systems refined the shield as a buckler.

Unit is combat enabled, proceed to finding Non-Hostile units to Protect...

It left the room it was it and entered into a large hallway the lights over head seemed to flicker on and off in a consistent pattern leading towards the center of the compound. it followed the lights.

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Sparks flew through the room, causing bright flashes of light to illuminate the dark, dark space.
Numerous machines could be seen during those brief flashes, most of which were in various states of decay. There was one that wasn't, and the brief flashes shown an automaton in the final states of construction. Armored plating was being wielded to most of its body, and other pieces were being attached in a multitude of places. After a few minutes the wielding stopped, and a coat of paint was affixed the automaton's body. Finally, the tools retracted into the ceiling, and a single cable was connect to the back of the automaton's head.

A single word seemed to reverberate throughout the room.

Awake.

Power surged through the solitary cable, and what almost sounded like the whine of a jet engine came into being from within the automaton's chest.

Loading EIOS... Warning, EIOS corruption detected! Switching to legacy BIOS.

Legacy BIOS loaded, initiate diagnostic. Diagnostic complete, all core components operational.
Loading Main OS/Legacy...Handing over control...

-----Main OS V0.9C------
Loading Subsystems... Nav.sub Pow.sub Temp.sub Steel_wall.sub Mot.sub Sens.sub Comm.sub Def.sub Off.sub Combat.sub IFF.sub
Subsystems Loaded, Ejecting Umbilical.
AJAX Loaded.

The cable disconnected, and dropped to the floor. Meanwhile, the whine got louder, before finally setting down to a nice low hum. Six pinpricks of light erupted into being on the automaton's head, and it started to look around. The outlines of the fallen automatons could be barely seen from the soft glow of Ajax's eyes. He detached his feet from braces in the floor with a *thunk*, and gingerly took his first few steps.

He could hear the faint whurring of his motive system as he moved around, and it got louder as he moved faster. Right about then Ajax expected orders, or maybe a bright flash of light or SOMETHING, but nothing happened. The room remained black with the hulks of dead automatons and assembly units.

No Targets nor objects of interest found. No orders received.

Ajax did another sweep of the room.

Motion detected! 15 meters at 280 degrees. Investigate.

Ajax turned, and moved towards, then through, a large opening in the room. Doing a quick scan, what he found would have disturbed him, if he could feel. There were automatons everywhere. Most of them were just sitting there with blank looks on their faces, but some were clearly insane. They would walk about on the remains of their legs, and rage at nothing, while others would rip apart others of their kind.
As one, they all turned and looked at Ajax. The whole room was silent for a moment, then they all returned to their original actions.

Ajax noticed something next to a particularly damaged automaton.
Weapon found. M2 Semiautomatic Shotgun, 30 round box mag. Ammo count unknown. Driver found for weapon, loading.
Ajax picked up the shotgun. He could see that the weapon had next to no rust on it, and a quick check confirmed that it had about 12 shells in it.
Engaging Combat subsystem. Driver recognized, Shotgun M2 Added to weapon list. Disengaging Combat Subsystem.

Looking around once more, he noticed an actual doorway. Cradling the shotgun, he carefully steps out of the room of madness. More madness is the first thing he sees, in the form of a shambling automaton that looked to be centuries old.

"Unknown automaton, stand aside."
The automaton ignored him, until Ajax finally just shoved him out of the way.
Down the hallway, past a few more dead hulks, Ajax spots another automaton. It seems to be carefully walking down a strangely clear portion of the passage way.. Ajax looks at the robot he had just sent sprawling, then back at the cautious automaton down the hallway. That one is different.

Ajax speaks loudly to the relatively distant automaton, "YOU! Unknown automaton, state your status! I am a warden class automaton, ID 551AJX."
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Clunk rushed down the hallways, dipping and dodging over his terrified brother models. Most left him alone as they continued to clank their heads upon the walls or continued to wade in their own sorrow. A few of his brother models, however, decided to find their own way out of their mental warren. As Clunk ran towards them, they started to hiss, feeling the presence of a fresh automaton off the racks with fresh data. They began to form up in a gaggle of zombified warriors. Clunk readied his weapon as he began to charge into their ranks, unworried about their numbers. His insane brothers installed no fear into Clunk, for they were weak, broken legs, missing arms, some without weapons or shields, just a bunch of worthless beings Clunk did not wish to become. As they “prepared” for the charge in a spearman “formation”, Clunk conducted a figure eight with his weapon, knocking their weapons away. Clunk’s first blow was to the head of the first poor soul, the hammer part of the pick slammed across the face and shattered its eye and sections of the innerworks of the skull. The hammer was imbedded into the skull and the other automatons began to surround him.

Luckily, Clunk took his boot to the automaton’s stomach and pushes it away from him, only to conduct another strike to another one. This time, the pick side of the warhammer slammed right into the core of the one to the right of him, its stomach began oozing a weird liquid. The stomach-wound automaton held its stomach in disbelief and began to collapse. The weight was now dead, becoming heavier for the warhammer to hold, giving ample enough time for the others to attack. Like a spear, the automaton on the left of Clunk dived towards him, but clunk was able to duck. The spear end of its warhammer flew over Clunk as if it couldn’t hold it anymore. Clunk tried to kick the clumsy machine, but the machine just shrugged off as it stood stupidly at him.

Clunk was getting tired of the deadweight that was bringing him down. Pushing up with all his might, he dragged the partial stomach-wound clank upwards into the sky and right back down with his weapon. He was then able to retrieve his weapon properly, pulling the warhammer out of its stomach. Three other automatons decided to attack then spontaneously; clunk decided that it was becoming too much and pushed past two dissimulated clanks staring blanking out into the world. He was able to outrun their lameness.

Again, moving in, out and all throughout, Clunk felt a bit lost, but this feeling kept leading down pathways and areas. When he became officially lost, he gazed upon a group of more healthy and diverse beings, but never-the-less hissed at his appearance. They were about to charge the lonely gladiator and clunk was ready to stand his ground, how little effort he would give in comparison. Fortunately, or unfortunately depending the situation, a massive giant figure swept across the foreign group upon their left flank and bashed them all as it stampeded into other hallways. Clunk was unsure what to make of it, but he decided to keep going, hoping it doesn’t come back.

Clunk’s adventurous marathon stopped when he saw an odd figure battling a few of its sister-like beings. Their heads had a halo-like apparatus on them, like that of an angel. Clunk decided to help out and bash the zombified ones. After the small skirmish, Clunk looked at the one he left standing. “You! You don’t look or act like the rest. State your Identity or be crushed.”
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Re: Blackheart, The Binary Soul

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Stumbling forward, one of the Purposeless shambled and threw it's head back to cry for reinforcements. That was as far as it got before the rifle in Kita's hands thundered. With a cracking noise, the bullet slammed into the head of the shambler, tearing it's head clean off. Pulling the bolt back as the head hit the floor with a quiet clanging noise, Kita slowly loaded another round into the weapon before looking around to ensure that none of the three Purposeless remained moving.

While most of the Purposeless thus far have done little to either harm or threaten them and their charge, they had to admit one positive quality they possessed. They had an almost unmatched capacity to continue fighting in the face of adversity. Of course, this quality came from their lack of mind and purpose. A cornered beast fought the most dangerously after all. Looking back to the bodies before them, Kita toed them gently with their foot, keeping their rifle trained the entire time on their head. When it was clear they weren't getting back up, they proceeded to continue down the hall; letting the feeling in their gut guide them forward.

Walking through the otherwise featureless hallway, Kita turned their attention to their companion partly to ensure that they were still following, partly to strike up a conversation. Realizing earlier that they had several gaps of information about their current charge, they had come to a decision that it would be wise to learn more about this Adjucator. Hopefully, the extra information will provide them some clue as to the other automaton's purpose.

"Your abilities came as a surprise to me." Kita started, voice retaining it's electronic smoothness. "As I pondered the exact nature of your powers, I have come to the realization that we have yet to introduce ourselves to each other; A folly if we are to rely on each other from this point onward. I am designated as KITAKAZE 3275 though I refer to myself as Kita. I am built to the Gladiator standard template, though a speed and precision based one. May I ask of your designation, name, and template?"
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Re: Blackheart, The Binary Soul

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Adjudicator-154's usual stiff and uncertain gait became far more smooth as it replied, matching the sudden flawless diction and intonation it now held. The gender was still ambiguous, but it could have almost passed for human if going by just its voice alone. Nervous twitching became expressive gestures, even its head tilting at the proper angle to communicate to the fullest. The monotone was replaced by a smooth, calm, and informative Automaton.

"This Automaton is designated as 'Adjudicator-154' under the Technomancer template of the Inquisitive Automaton. As records indicate, this unit is series 154, noted for its single-minded attitude, which enables all of the Adjudicator-154 series to function independent of corruption. As physical and software blocks are placed on this series, the corruption in this series has been noted to be negligible, and nonviolent when this improbable event occurs."

The flow of eloquence vanished for a moment as Adjudicator stumbled over its own feet, staggering to the side for a moment before using the wall to keep itself from meeting the ground head first.

"As shown, the Adjudicator-154 series was designed to end and arbitrate conflict." It continued, ignoring the brief interruption. "While the original purpose may have been to arrive at peaceful resolution, this is often impossible and other corrupt Automaton will be rendered nonfunctional to preserve the integrity of more useful Automatons. Adjudicator-154 units are designed to support more durable Automaton to preserve unit integrity. To that end, this series has the potential for protective, restorative, and directly offensive Technomancy."

Adjudicator-154 fell silent, arms dropping down to hang at its sides as its old clumsy pace returned. When not directly asked, it would remain speechless and expressionless, intervening only when something hostile to KITAKAZE 3275 was observed, or if the same required aid. When the brief fight with the three Purposeless had occurred, Adjudicator-154 had created a thin invisible shield between them and the enemy, as well as firing a small bolt of lightning from its fingers. Otherwise, it might as well have not existed as more than an uncertain Automaton shambling behind the far more confident KITAKAZE.
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Re: Blackheart, The Binary Soul

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Theoretical gears once more spun in its head, running manual diagnostics as it moved down the hallway. Everything seemed to be functioning, and the more it moved the smoother its movement became. Its legs had stopped creaking, the only sound in the hallway was its footsteps and the broken automatons. The few that still functioned, at least. None were like it. It was alone, it would seem.

But then it heard a voice, from behind. That was troubling.

The rust-colored automaton turned to face the voice, drawing one of its revolvers and thumbing the hammer in one smooth motion. The single red eye, the only thing unobscured by the rags it wore, studied the other automaton.

Yet again, theoretical gears spun in its head, processing the question the other figure had posed, scouring its fragmented memory for a name.

"Answer: This unit is labeled Six." It finally responded, aiming the revolver towards the ceiling as a sign of peace.

A moment later, Six posed its own question."Mockery: Identification?"

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Re: Blackheart, The Binary Soul

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"Unit displays no sign of instability. Estimated threat level lowered. Apologies, other units deemed unsafe, was unsure if stable."
The automaton lowered it/his rifle, apparently convinced the unit labeled "Six" would not, at the least, go berserk.

Varon froze for a brief second in response to the unit's question, searching what was left of it's memory for a name.
"Searching... Error: Model name not found, reverting to label of "Varon."

The tarnished automaton froze again as it calculated it's next course of action.
"Unit Six, what is your current objective? Cancel query: Currently irrelevant. Request: Permission to accompany unit?"
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Re: Blackheart, The Binary Soul

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Faeora ripped through the small horde of zombified robots, the axe glowing as it tore through the broken, rusty metal. Suddenly, a large figure joined It, taking down several foes at once with its massive warhammer. Welcoming the friendly presence (though still wary of its strength), the two fought side by side until there were only a few left. Gripping the axe in Its right hand and the sword in its left, Faeora ran at one shoulder-first. It swung the axe, severing hydraulic tubes and gears in the corrupted's neck, then used the rotational momentum of the swing to bring Its sword down upon the enemy's head. The blade met small resistance as it cut through the damaged skull. It shook off the dead weight, then leaned against a wall to rest.

“You! You don’t look or act like the rest. State your Identity or be crushed.”

Faeora whipped its head up and around to face the voice. It had entirely forgotten about its companion, who now seemed to be threatening violence against it.
It fired its headlamp to full brightness, so it could see the speaker more clearly, sheathing Its weapons as it did so. Of course, this was a pointless act, as the glowing ring above the automaton's head did nothing more than fizzle a bit. One of the lights at the top might have gone out, It didn't know. Either way, it wasn't a functional sort of thing. So much for looking impressive. It decided to move on to the talking.

"Designation: Female Artificial ElectrOrganism, A-type: Faeora. Directive: {CORRUPTED DATA}" It paused just then. It hadn't thought of it until now, but its model was called Female. It supposed it - she- hadn't thought of that until now, really. "Statement: You are correct in your analysis. I appear to have a fully functional OS, whereas the others do not." She paused again. "Query: What are your designation and directive?"
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