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>XXI viewpoint M30, Circa 787
(Mechanicus player enjoy!)
XXI was following the strangers, they had not been hostile. One had even removed his helmet showing a beard and tattoos. XXI was ice cold, yet the lure of civilization was so strong in his blood, he felt warm.
Phi was alert, it could be a trap, from the Archenemy. XXI wondered briefly who was Arch-nemy?
Several atypical automatons of the local Legio Cybernetica were here, alongside what he suspected according to be a bipedal living being due to his morphology, he could only guess which entity lied behind that armor, a silent abhuman, similar to those of a distant world. Phi speculated he was good at guessing. Well, that was it or he was not good at guesswork yet. He knew somehow that a soul was dwelling in there.
Fascinating he thought, was he on Necromunda? Where was Necromunda? Was it a city? A tower? A mine? All of it? Was this an archeotech ironbreaker armor that had just flashed in front of his eyes?
Any attempt to communicate with the large frame supposedly man was vain. Only the robots could speak, and he did not wanted to reveal his game, fathoming that their supposedly caretaker attitude, was just that, an attitude.
Local automatons were akin to the disappeared Castellax or Thanatar, only exceedingly superior. The alloy was different, he was sure of it, if not a rare ore, one hard to process and fallen into disarray, Electro-field woven around their head, their movement were fluid, instead of the heavy, tedious step of the usual Mechanicus creation.
Phi closed his eye, notions flashing through his mind, not necessarily hard to grap but so plentiful, so densely packed. He continued to advance lids closed, he had already seen the future 142 steps he would take in the pathway until he would need to reopen them. Until then he needed to understand more.
He knew somehow that no doctrina wafer of his knowledge would allow such easy motion. Heck what was a doctrina wafer?
Later it made a bit of sense, logically only a bio-plastic cerebra and nerve-like tendril webs of Mechanicum constructs could allow such motion, but they were near extinct, and even he doubted that it would be equivalent of the apparent autonomous agility of the robots. Mystery. A part of him, was attracted at solving them. Another himsef to be part of them. The last one, to be one of them.
Finally, he recognized the weapon they carried. Autoch-pattern bolter. Bolt shotgun. Squat origins. He would probably not survive to a confrontation against this battle-ready squad without careful planning.
They had travelled for a day and a night in silence. More had joined, and he was as protected as a prisoner. he did not knew exactly what it was, but it was a bad omen for sure.
Whoever commanded these automatons, was cautious about him. He had already planned his escape, noting the reaction time of the automaton, the fastness of their communication spread, the response time to threat stimuli.
