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Cyrus slammed his fist against the radio, stopping the music. He put his foot on the peddle, and drove off. He didn't care how fast he was going, or how bumpy, he was pissed off. He wanted answers as soon as he got back. He bit his lip, as the Outpost came into view.
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Orion and Bon were galloping next to the car, lagging behind only a little bit due to the terrain. As soon as they came into view of the Outpost though, they took off on the seperatel ramp to get to the launch bay and their aircraft the Jaguar.
Amarian watched Cyrus with concern. She had a feeling about what he was angry about, and she didn't like it. Just as they reached the Outpost, the Commander gave Adva and Ray one last look of worry before hopping off and jogging up the same ramp Orion and Bon took. She needed to alert the Medical staff of any injuries as soon as possible.
Ray's turned over towards the door. "Get me to Podrick. Not them," she muttered before shutting down once more.
King sat in her office learning about the death oh her brethren. "They killed him!" She shouted and threw a chair across the room. "I need to make them better. I need better armor for them." King said before sitting down at her computer.
[color=black][font=pristina]Argus hopped off of the vehicle, and sat down obediantly on the ground next to the Jeep's back wheels. He was a bit rusty and dirty due to the dust, but he was intact and completely functional. Adva bit her lip some more, wondering if this expedition was actually a success or failure. She meant, they didn't find prisoner 02B, and they had several injuries, but they did manage to defeat a mech... Or did they?
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Cyrus braked hard as he pulled in the garage. "Get them unloaded Amarian, then I need to talk to you." He walked outside, the cold wind blowing against the suit, making the small cape he had on it flutter furiously. Just like his emotions currently.
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Amarian sighed, giving Cyrus and dull look before scooping Adva up out of the jeep. She then radioed for Podrick, careful to make sure none of the medical staff were alerted of Ray's injuries.
"I shall comply, Lieutenant," she muttered to Cyrus, gently beginning to unload Ray as soon as she had set Adva down carefully. The Commander then cast the two a worried glance before heading over to the lieutenant to speak.
Bon made a curious buzzing noise, the AI poking his gunpowder-stained head into Podrcik's quarters.
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Cyrus spun around, his vibrant green eyes flared with anger, and confusion. "Why weren't your AI able to recognize me?! I have been in the navy for 10 years, and here ever since I've been dismissed! Am I not considered a solider? You tell me Commander." He crossed his arms in anger and glared at Amarian.
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Amarian flinched, taking a few steps back before leaning against a wall.
"Glaze(her personal AI), please bring up the files for Soldier 086K. Cyrus requires them," The Commander murmured softly. Pulling her data pad out from a pocket on her hip, the screen then lit up with all the files Glaze could find.
"I don't know how to explain this to you. So it's best you read these when you get the time," she said quietly to him, handing Cyrus the data pad before beginning to walk into the garage again, a hand resting under the near invisible bump of her abdomen.
Ray was delivered safely into Podrick's laboratory. He locked the doors and placed her on a table. He had replacements for her limbs somewhere in the room. "Wake up, Ray. You are safe." He said as he searched the room.
"They found me. I thought they were all gone but they found me." If she had anyway of crying she would, but this body was unable to. "The facility was destroyed. They were killed. They can't have come back." Ramara rambled.
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Cyrus watched her walk away. He then looked down at the files, and opened them. He read the words Lieutenant North was found dead on the unnamed planet he was sent on a recon team. North suffered tramadic inguries to his body, including a severed arm. General Amarian came to his aid voluntarily, and revived him. He is considered dead across all military fields. He looked up at Amarian his eyes slightly glassy. "So... Am I dead?"
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"Why are you scared of people knowing your secret?" Podrick asked as he walked over and began repairing her body.
"I have met people who say A.I. cannot have emotions. I do not understand fully what I am. I was started off as a machine. I am mostly machine. I have no need for food, water, sleep. The machine inside me makes sure my human parts work, but really I could survive without my human parts. I may need some changes, but still. My brain is not fully human. I could be considered an A.I. that controls this body. I am sure if you look in my head you can find an A.I chip. So do I really have feelings or was I programmed this way? I fear most people see me as a machine, not a person."
Amarian looked over her shoulder, her eyes soft and warm.
"Only if you want to be, Cyrus," she murmured, turning back around and walking towards the garden a few floors above the garage.
Bon quietly sat outside Podrcik's laboratory, the AI peering down both end the of the corridor. Orion was still in the garage, watching over Adva carefully.
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Cyrus sighed. He was confused. He shook his head, if the military considers him dead, what was the point of him being here? He hurried inside to the armory. He removed his armor, tossing it in his locker.
What was he going to do? He spun around to see a new armor in a case. He grabbed it, and put it on. He left the helmet off for now, and spotted a cloak nearby. He pulled it over his armor, and pulled the hood down. He looked over at the weapons rack, and spotted a small piece of metal. He picked it up, and saw a small button. He pressed it, as two large energy beams shot out of the sides, creating a staff. He attached it to his belt, and headed to the garden to speak with Amarian.
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"I care less about people than you do and I was born human. You were created to make a super soldier and you have more emotions and care more about people than me. Forget others and make the decision of how you see yourself. Why were you given that A.I? To keep you from thinking for yourself. They feared you people would make decisions by yourself. Some A.I are programs, while others were given complex human minds." Podrick said as he repaired her arms.
Amarian sighed, leaning back against the stone bench. Her AI, Glaze, was using the projector on her armor to play with a few of the cats in the garden.
"Glaze?"
"Yes, Commander?"
"Please run a diagnostic on the Outpost...I'd like to make sure everything's safe,"
"As you wish, Commander."
Podrick moved down to her leg and began repairing it. After a few minutes he finished repairing her. Ramara stood up and wrapped her arms around Podrick. "Thank you." She whispered to him. He felt like a brother to her. "Stay safe, Podrick." Ray told him before leaving the room.
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Cyrus sighed as he walked in the room. He wasn't sure what he wanted to say. "Hey sorry I flipped out earlier. Thank you for opening my eyes." He sighed and stood next to her. He wanted to wrap his arm around her, but it wouldn't be appropriate.
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[color=black][font=pristina] Waiting for Podrick patiently, Adva messed with a holographic tablet, reading the latest news. She wasn't much for gossiping, due to the fact that she was a focused and intimidating person, and people often gossiped about her instead. She knew what happened today would spread quickly, of how she lost her leg, of how they attacked and defeated a mech, and lost Prisoner 02B. It sucked.
Amarian smiled softly, a hand resting over the barely visible bump on her abdomen.
"It's not your fault. Apology accepted," she murmured, patting the spot next to her. Several of the cats were trying to jump on Glaze's armored hologram, to no avail.
"Lieuten- Cyrus. I was thinking about sending a reclaimation party outside of Ianus in a few weeks. Sergeant Endenliek and General Parlan have already agreed to head it if we get enough troops to take it. But it'll be the first one since...well...three months ago," she murmured, looking at Glaze instead of Cyris to avoid his gaze.
Orion peered over Adva's shoulder, the pilot reading curiously. He was, in truth, pretty childish. It seemed that the way he took to resting like a puppy next to her communicated that.
Ray walked out of the room and lifted up Adva. "We can talk more later. Podrick can get you a new leg." She said and brought her in the room. She laid Adva down on the table and headed to the door to leave.
Podrick turned around to see her. "Oh its you again. Wow did your leg get grazed so much it fell off?" He saida s he brought medical supplies.