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You can't make out what SPECIFIC stains they are with the low-light vision you have but you don't have to be a genius to figure out it's probably more than oil.
The weirdest thing you can make out through Kiara's vision is that there's something off on his left side. Something is attached to it but it's certainly not an arm, that's for sure. It's a bumpy, heavy sack-like object that hangs low to the ground and drags whenever he moves forward.
In his good hand is some sort of weapon. A long rifle, you think, but far bulkier. You can't make out anymore than that.
Shockley is currently about forty to forty five feet away from your group; That's about as much as you can make out even with Kiara's enhanced vision.
He stands there silently without moving a single servo, piston, or whatever internal mechanics androids have.
Your group also grinds to a halt. No one is willing to make a move right now. You pat Lapis on the back to encourage her to speak up.
She does so with gusto.
<span class="mu-s">"We had a good thing, you useless fucking clanker."</span> She snarls. <span class="mu-s">"But no. You had to compromise the operation. You had to be the man to confront them. Now look at where we're at now."</span>
Clover tries his best to push away the conflict he has with, you know, having a SPOOK working with you. "Dozens of folks dropping like flies. Countless more all wound up in a tizzy. Think you're mighty clever, don'cha?"
<span class="mu-s">"You. Without an arm, without any allies. All by yourself. Me, forcing myself to work with my enemies so I can clean up after your mess. It's disgraceful."</span>
"hey fuck you." "shhh." Max whispered harshly at Kiara before she can say anything else. "it's all part of the plan."
"..."
"Ain't ya got nothin' to say? You're a no-good murderer. Yer type always monologues like they're bulletproof. Where's yer speech about how you'll get away, huh? Or some stupid sobfest about how they all deserved it?"
<span class="mu-s">"You have ruined my employer's ability to complete their mission and now, you are having a hissy fit over being promptly fired. What do you have to say?"</span>
Shockley's voicebox crackles to life, "It was simple corporate downsizing. You have to purge your unworthy assets." He solemnly states. Something's wrong. From everything you've heard about him, he should be a feral madman (madrobot) but he sounds calm. Too calm.
"You're not mad at being kicked out?" Max hesitantly asks.
"It doesn't matter." Shockley flippantly brushes off Max's comment. "None of it does."
"This place reeks of death," The HOLOCONE BENJAMIN blabbers. "Death by your hands. You can't say it doesn't matter."
"guys. something's wrong..." Casey whimpers. "the air's changing."
<span class="mu-s">"Progress waits for no one."</span> Through your borrowed low-light vision, you can catch sight of a horrific metamorphosis. SHOCKLEY's metallic chassis is beginning to bend and twist under the strain of SOMETHING growing inside of him. Something living, breathing, and growing.
