Bzzzt - 001

[404_knight]

::Robo-Ky's circuits slowly fizzle to life. Connections are made, circuits made whole. Electricity hums and his processor fires up, reading from his hard drive. His internal clock displays the time. His GPS reads Null. His optic circuits slowly turn on and search the compartment around him

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[blog_of_evil]

::walking past the passenger rooms...pauses at the noise and leans backwards, peering in::

....What is..that?

[404_knight]

::Robo-Ky turns. His eyes glow and focus. He stands, the seat retracting into his body. He turns and faces the new face.::
... Well, what is that!
::Robo-Ky points at his face::

[blog_of_evil]

::startled, takes a step back::

....You're a...an android. Wow! You...::reaches out to touch Robo-Ky's finger::

Who created you??

[404_knight]

::Robo-Ky's hand retracts::
Core Creation File Locked: Authorization Code - Level 7 Clearance Required.
And it's none of your business!

[blog_of_evil]

::walks in, beginning to circle Robo-Ky, fascinated::

No...No, I think it is my business. For science. What are you called? What's the last thing you remember? How do you function?

[404_knight]

::Robo-Ky's head turns, his gaze following the curious meatbag.::
My designation is Robo-Ky. The last thing I remember is shutting down for maintenance.
::Robo-Ky's disconnects in sections and belches mildly hot steam::
And my internal functions are proprietary. Access denied.

[blog_of_evil]

::has not yet found access to any sorts of tools, but holds up a piece of broken glass he stole/found from the last town and edges forward::

Were you designed for good, or for evil?

[404_knight]

::Robo-Ky takes a step back... and his chest cavity pops open. He pulls out a large RPG-launcher and aims it at the meatbag::
I was designed to follow my master's orders. Kindly take three steps backward, meatbag. You are not my master and therefore a meatbag. And meatbags are to be terminated if they impede my mission.

[blog_of_evil]

::eye twitches, slowly holding his hands up to the level of his chest::

All right, so what's your mission?

[404_knight]

::Robo-Ky's eye's flash::
My Mission Is... ... My Mission Is....
::Robo-Ky's eyes strobe::
... ... ... File not Found.

[blog_of_evil]

....I think your mission is to come with me, two doors down, to my room. Where I can examine and experiment on you.

...Erm....So...I'm Dr. Horrible. And it's...uh...nice to meet you. Could you put the rocket launcher away?

[404_knight]

::Robo-Ky's servos, hard drive and collective internal workings whirr inside him, processing the data::
No. I do not believe that to be my mission.
My function overview dictates combat and retrieval.
No sensors active, thus I am unable to determine what my targets are.
Thus, I have no standing mission.

[blog_of_evil]

Combat against who? I mean, who do you usually...engage in fights?

[404_knight]

I am programmed to fight in a style adapted from member of the Order of Holy Knights, Ky Kiske. In addition, I have numerous unique functions, as well as an adaptive combat ability to anticipate an opponent's attacks and neutralize them.
I am designed to fight at an Anti-Gear level at my medium setting.

[blog_of_evil]

:small nod, eyes wide with crazed fascination:: And...and what do you run on?

[404_knight]

::Robo-Ky's gears click into place::
Magic.