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"What else is there for me to do? Either I fix the ship, or I lie down, and I die here." He much preferred to keep on fighting until his very last breath than to give up and let himself become dessert for those things out there, because they were having a very hearty dinner right about now. "Caz. UC Highlanders at your service." Tucking his other hand beneath his arm once more he offered the uninjured one out towards her. He would wait awhile for those creatures to wander off with full bellies before he would try to get those parts that he needed. There were plenty of burned out mechs around that he could try to get the parts he needed.

Starfield: The Colony War (closed)

Continued from X

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"Yes, sir. Cooking, cleaning, moving the heavier equipment and tending to medical needs. However I might be of assistance." He paused and tilted his head at the question, mannerisms as human as possible. "How did any of us get here, captain? Through creation in one form or in another." He supposed it wasn't quite what was meant, but he didn't know truly how he had gotten here. Only that he'd woken here ready to serve humanity to the best of his ability. "Generally, I would report to the foreman, but I'm afraid his skull was cracked when the strike breakers came in. Unless... you're here to give me a new directive." He rather hoped that might be the case as he'd be lost without someone in command. Stepping from the cell was -as the humans were so fond of saying- as if a weight off of his shoulders.

"Not a dent, sir. The miners on the other hand didn't fare quite as well when the strike breakers came in." As it turned out humans tended to be quite squishy when struck by batons. "I do hope they're alright." A shame that it had to come to violence, and he had not been able to negotiate a peaceful end to the strike. But the damage was done and well past by now. "I'm quite ready to return to work." He felt a bit 'stir-crazy' as humans called it. There was so much work to be done. The ship must be terribly filthy without him taking care of the upkeep. Oh, he shuddered at the very thought of the dust bunnies building.

Although he regretted the loss of life it was -he supposed- a poetic justice for the pirates to die in such a way. He heard the call. The only problem was that the devastation of firepower that had been rained down on him left the comms absolutely useless and he was unable to respond or to even update the captain on the situation here. Which meant that he would have no warning about the parasite and the extreme danger that it was going to pose to anyone that it came on contact with. He would just need to hold on and hope for the best. Maybe there was still a chance to prevent the worst from coming true.

It only took a blink to activate thermal imaging to see through the smoke and mist to find his targets and when he did, he took a few more well aimed shots at them without the pressure of being fired at in return. It was just a shame about the synthetic skin being so damaged to reveal the tungsten alloy shell beneath. It would take some time for the nanobots to repair, and the humans always tended to be quite uncomfortable with it. They didn't like it when things were different or unfamiliar to them. "I was designed to withstand battle with Terrormorphs. Your efforts are wasted." He didn't bother with more warnings. They had plenty of them and had not been swayed. He was now authorized to kill to preserve the life of his crew.

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