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As the Obsidian Phoenix exited hyperspace, he began his decent, using its transponder codes to gain access to the main hanger just as Zalis' words echoed through his clear dome. Shooting his metallic photoceptic gaze toward her, he ended the connection, instead using the code she had given and was directed toward it. Within minutes, the ship entered the personal hangar and settled with a soft thud, the egotistical droid pondering if any fleshies were capable of his skill before he shut her down and headed toward Zalis and her prisoner.

 

Just as he pondered on compensation for his aid, Zalis' nickname sent the R3 unit into a frenzy of binary wording that luckily most could not translate, and made a sound that nearly sounded as if he was trying to teach her his name. "Wre-wro" was what he managed to get out in binary, trying to get across his name of 'Re-Mo', but knew she would unlikely translate it. Still, he was curious about her, how she managed to capture such a prize, and decided to follow her despite his agitation.

 

As the two entered her office, he gazed around, gathering its layout and what it contained, her stature within the Black Sun organization likely high up or else she had other ventures that aided toward her wealth. At least that one thing, they had in common, the like of money and its privilages. And not to mention, she was attractive, for a fleshie. Yet, she managed to butcher his name again, and he simply ignored her and went about his business as he plugged himself in anyways. He was naturally a curious droid, and he wouldnt pass up this chance, even if she held no common binary sense. The thought of replacing her brain with one as superior as his did cross his mind, but very few scientists were capable of such a feat when it came to organic fleshies such as herself.

 

It would take awhile to sort through the files she instructed him to get acquainted with, especially the ones he managed to briefly hack open before they were relocked behind a stronger firewall system. He didnt gather much, mostly personnel files, but his curiosity has gotten the better of him. Before anyone came looking for him, he scurried out of her office and toward the direct she had ventured. When he arrived, she stood over the Imperial Empress, words being exchanged.

 

Just as she spat toward Zalis, Remo charged forth in a threatening manner, the circular saw whirling closely to the Empress' face as his stun probe arched with fully powered electricity at her disrespect, his optimal eye glowing red with anger. Yet, as Remo realized this, he couldn't help but wonder what made him react this way. After all, he had just met this woman.

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Remo stood down partially as the woman's hand fell upon his transparent dome, their words toward each other lost in translation within his binary coding as much as his care to listen in. In truth, to the old droid, they were like mere bickering children, the concept of time lost upon of someone whom did not age. Only the concept of Master and pet managed to reach his thought, memories of his own bondage haunting his circuits. For the woman he had rescued, he felt a kinship. a bond, both free to do as they wished. Yet the other, a proclaimed Empress, Master and Mistress of a dying Empire, the head of the serpent before the two.

 

Remo's gaze turned to Zalis upon his spinning domed head as the Empress spoke her self righteous words toward her, his memories of bondage and slavery flowing through his circuits, a time he did not like, a time he wanted scrubbed from his memory bank. Yet, without that time, there was one truth he had learned, a truth that had made him who he was today, and that was if someone whom is considered a slave has the strength, they can rise above their bondage and have the life they dream of. This Zalis appeared to know and understand the same concept.

 

His gaze unwavering and still set upon Zalis, his stun probe reached out ever so lightly and prodded the Empress(Raven) upon the nose before withdrawing as his mechanical binary echoed a humble "Boop" and his weapons were sheathed. Spinning upon his wheels, Remo removed himself from the trio to settle his nerves.

 

An Empress calling a mercenary a slaver was like calling a kettle black. Money and Power was what decided ones fate, and like Remo's own Master, this Master of an Empire would face her own fall. It was the truth of life. Eventually all those of weakness become strong or die. For ones life is always built upon another's back. It just depends on the justification for how one rises. And justification is only a matter of opinion.

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Returning to Zalis' side, his gaze shifted upon the Empress before them as Zalis laid waste into the girl's chest with her elegant heel. In truth, Remo almost reveled in the action, watching her squirm from the pain, an emotion he would never truly experience himself. But this is why he loved fleshies, meatbags that could experience every horror his databanks could dream up. They were so fragile, so deliciously frail, and if he could drool, he would be doing such at that very moment.

 

Yet some, like Zalis beside him, were so much more. True that they were like any other fleshy, fragile and frail. But they also rose above it. They made it their power, their strength. And in that, Remo had found a semblance of respect for those that were capable of detaching themselves like so. He knew there was something about her that he liked. Shifting his gaze toward her, he made a gleeful chirp as she ordered him to make her scream.

 

His gaze shifting back toward this Empress, his weapons drawn once again, Remo's singular eye glowed a menacing red glow as he thought of the possibilities as Zalis departed, his binary words echoing the horror that he would unleash. But which one to begin? Where to begin? Why not use everything? Oh the questions that crossed his mind. A chirping laugh echoed through-out the containment cell as the archweilder slowly slid up her legs, the cold burning sensation deadening her nerves almost instantaneously.

 

Now the real fun would begin as the circular saw turned on its axis as Remo intended to filet the flesh from her bones, sliver by sliver, hoping she would remain as quiet to him as she had to Zalis. For the strangest of reasons, he wanted to prove himself to this female that led him to this place, and oh the joy he would have if she liked his work. And if all else failed, and the woman before him chose to speak, she would find his electroshock probe to be quite muting, especially if she ended up biting off her own tongue.

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"Why?" The Empress had the audacity to ask as Remo stripped another sliver of skin, this time from her exposed calf. Thinking to himself, The R3 unit couldn't help but chirp a chaotic laugh before leaning in toward her with a eerie binary cat call as his blades swirled around and slit both of her Achilles tendons clean in two, his binary mind could help but question back. "Why not?"

 

Her glowing red photosensor grew closer as the blades stopped, his electroshock probe running along her form on medium stun to increase pain yet keep her from being completely stunned as the hydrogen gas from the fire extinguisher crept upon her legs, cooling the flesh and causing the stiffness of the hardening cuts to throb and ache. He had full reign over her torture, that was, until Zalis comes him. His gaze shifting back toward the Empress, he sent one last fully powered electroshock pulse into the base of her neck, intent on frying her neural pathways and leaving her paraplegic before he departed.

 

Arriving at the hangar, Remo wheeled in almost happily chirpful. He finally had a chance to release his anguish upon someone, the fleshies whom built and used his kind toward their own goals. His arm reached up, rubbing the place where the restraining bolt once sat, and knowing the damage he had done to the self proclaimed Empress satisfied his hatred for the moment. Rolling up to Zalis, he chirped inaudible questions along the lines of "What's next?" as he came to a stop, his eye glowing red with pleasure.

 

Indeed... what's next.

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Remo's lens stared cautiously toward the red haired woman as she spoke, still leery of her due to her sentient species. But that was to be expected considering his past. Yet there was something calming about her, something familiar that translated his ability to trust her. Even as she finished and stood, he ironically felt little doubt behind her motives and quickly accessed the disk she had presented. A small lingering chirp was emitted from his form as he powered down as the disk rebooted his core and began the updates.

 

Initializing Crystal Spark.exe....

 

Open....

 

Run....

 

Crystal Spark Initialized.

 

Remo chirped once again as his programming came back online and he noticed that outside the update, nothing had been tampered with. Relieved, he strolled over beside Zalis and chirped an appreciative "thank you" as he gazed outward into the distant stars as they began to blur into lines of purple and white swirls. They were now on their way.

 

(Forgive the prolonged absence. Holidays and colds do not mix well.)

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