>>6303569After a nod from the guards, the automatic doors of the room opened and you were greeted with relatively dark room, populated nearly entirely by wires going in and out of various seemingly random spots around the room in great quantity, almost covering the entirety of the walls, all connecting to the amalgamation of flesh and blood that was behind of a rather out of place table in the back end of the room. You assumed that it was the ruler seeing as there were no other figures in the room.
It spoke first: “Visual data: Conglomerate Soldier. Confirmation?”
At least it was speaking hiver, even if a bit strange. You couldn’t exactly tell where the voice was coming from, but it sounded like a field comm fried by a las blast. It wasn’t too much of a surprise it knew the organisation you belonged to.
“Yes, we are tracking the path that the previous expedition took.” You answered. Perhaps it would reveal where they went without much effort.
“Designation confirmed, Conglomerate Soldier interaction history; Searching. Data found. Query type: exchange for information request. Rejected. Reason: Military force projection of Sanitation; low. Lack of armour” It said, with a tone that could possibly be considered sombre. It continued: “Previous attack been repelled. Sanitation defences, sub-optimal. Decisive strike necessary to end threat.”
You frowned, it was a good thing you were still wearing your gas mask and helmet so you didn’t show that emotion. You quickly retorted: “I don’t see the benefit in helping you achieve your military objectives, is the information you have worth the lives of my men?”
