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@battledroids-isms
( @xeno-isms if that @ isn’t right welp, you have the general gist of the tag ) *A drone is laying on a sun heated boulder, gazing sightlessly at a droid. The hive had come out of hibernation, and was beginning to resume patrols of its territory.* Drone, named 3: Greetings...
“Greetings drone, it’s good to know the hive has come out of it’s hybernation” a single TX droid says as it looks at a few monitors
What looks like a wormhole appears and then disappears after a ship emerges from it. “Confederate ship, this is the UNSC Infinity. Requesting permission to send a diplomatic party over.” A transmission said. (@masterchief-isms)
“Permission confirmed, you can dock at the Space Station and our superior will talk with you” a droidsays through the comms
@masterchief-isms
“Acknowledged.” Was the reply as a docking arm extends from Infinity. Once docked four figures board the station, one wore the uniform of a navy man, two wore advanced combat armor, one was white and the other was green. And the last figure was a woman in her mid fifties with piercing blue eyes, grey hair, and her left arm missing wearing a lab coat.
A black astromech accompanied by a black protocol Droid slowly make their way towards them “I am triple zero and this is BT-1, we are here to guide you towards the meeting room, most rooms in the station don’t have life support systems as the vast majority of the workers in here are droids, please follow me” the protocol Droid says in a deep but cheerful voice
“Of course.” The naval officer said following behind. The two Spartans followed suit making sure that the researcher was able to keep up, and not ogle the droids for too long.
As the two droids guide them through some corridors everything seems clean, as mouse droids run around the corridors making scheduled maintenance and cleaning duties
The scientist was facinated by the droids and stopped to observe them when the green armored Spartan turned and said; “Doctor Halsey, Ma’am, keep up please.” She then caught up with the group just outside the meeting room.
The doors slide open slowly, inside the meeting room a 6 foot tall Droid sits at a long table, his design gives his head a naval officer like design, three optics are on his head, radiating a soft navy blue look, Magnaguards stand against the walls “Please take a seat" he says in a harsh but gentle voice “Triple zero, you might leave"
The naval officer and the doctor take a seat, the Spartans remain standing.
“My name is UTX-001, known as Eighties, leader of the CIS" the droid says calmly
“It’s a pleasure to meet you Eighties. My name’s Captain Thomas Laskey.” The naval officer said cordially. He then gestures towards the woman who came with him. “This is Doctor Catherine Halsey; creator of the Spartan Program.” He then gestures towards the Spartan in white armor. “This is Commander Sarah Palmer, and I believe one of your subordinates have already met the Master Chief.” Laskey said as the green armored Spartan nodded politely.
“That’s correct, we learned from him that certain party might be searching for you, it is protocol to offer an alliance to anyone who searches refuge, but we would like to know what you can offer in exchange for the refuge” the droid says calmly
“Of course, that’s why I came here.” Halsey said sounding full of herself. She then takes out a data pad that she’s been carrying under what remains of her left arm. “This contains all non classified information that we can offer. History, engine designs, even the history of my Spartans.” She said sliding the datapad across the table to Eighties.
Eighties takes the datapad and looks at it, almost if analysing it’s design “And your enemies, does this datapad include that knowledge?” Eighties says
“Our entire war with the Covenent and our skirmishes with the promethians, yes.” Halsey said as if that was obvious.
Eighties nods “We can offer a space of the moon that has been terraformed, a piece of land in the planet or you can help with the expansion of the space station"
Laskey thought about it for a few minutes. Then nodded. “We’re willing to help with the expansion of the station if we could get shore leave to one of the four cities our scanners have detected.” He said slowly.
“You can spend as much time in any of the cities as long as you don’t anger any of the governments there" Eighties shows them a hologram of the complete station, an orb with an apparent big laser “Our plans is to complete this station in a few standard months, it will be able to recycle any of the metals to smelt them into fighters and it will have a super laser" he tells them simply
“Wait…how powerful is this laser?” Halsey asked before Laskey could say anything.
“it’s minimal power setting could destroy an entire city, at it’s fullest it could destroy an entire planet or a dreadnought" the droid states
Lasky blinked out of surprise at that. “We have faced more powerful weapons.” Halsey reminded him.
Lasky then clears his throat. “Very well, we’ll assist in the building of the majority of the station, however our regulations won’t allow us to work on the main weapon.”
“It is okay if you don’t work on the super weapon" Eighties says “Besides, the defense grid around the planet has miniature versions of the lasers already functional, so defense of the planet in case the faction comes won’t be a problem"
“I hope so.” Lasky said. “Very well, we have a deal.” He then said holding his hand out.
Eighties shakes his hand “A deal we have indeed"
What looks like a wormhole appears and then disappears after a ship emerges from it. “Confederate ship, this is the UNSC Infinity. Requesting permission to send a diplomatic party over.” A transmission said. (@masterchief-isms)
“Permission confirmed, you can dock at the Space Station and our superior will talk with you” a droidsays through the comms
@masterchief-isms
“Acknowledged.” Was the reply as a docking arm extends from Infinity. Once docked four figures board the station, one wore the uniform of a navy man, two wore advanced combat armor, one was white and the other was green. And the last figure was a woman in her mid fifties with piercing blue eyes, grey hair, and her left arm missing wearing a lab coat.
A black astromech accompanied by a black protocol Droid slowly make their way towards them “I am triple zero and this is BT-1, we are here to guide you towards the meeting room, most rooms in the station don’t have life support systems as the vast majority of the workers in here are droids, please follow me” the protocol Droid says in a deep but cheerful voice
“Of course.” The naval officer said following behind. The two Spartans followed suit making sure that the researcher was able to keep up, and not ogle the droids for too long.
As the two droids guide them through some corridors everything seems clean, as mouse droids run around the corridors making scheduled maintenance and cleaning duties
The scientist was facinated by the droids and stopped to observe them when the green armored Spartan turned and said; “Doctor Halsey, Ma’am, keep up please.” She then caught up with the group just outside the meeting room.
The doors slide open slowly, inside the meeting room a 6 foot tall Droid sits at a long table, his design gives his head a naval officer like design, three optics are on his head, radiating a soft navy blue look, Magnaguards stand against the walls “Please take a seat" he says in a harsh but gentle voice “Triple zero, you might leave"
The naval officer and the doctor take a seat, the Spartans remain standing.
“My name is UTX-001, known as Eighties, leader of the CIS" the droid says calmly
“It’s a pleasure to meet you Eighties. My name’s Captain Thomas Laskey.” The naval officer said cordially. He then gestures towards the woman who came with him. “This is Doctor Catherine Halsey; creator of the Spartan Program.” He then gestures towards the Spartan in white armor. “This is Commander Sarah Palmer, and I believe one of your subordinates have already met the Master Chief.” Laskey said as the green armored Spartan nodded politely.
“That’s correct, we learned from him that certain party might be searching for you, it is protocol to offer an alliance to anyone who searches refuge, but we would like to know what you can offer in exchange for the refuge” the droid says calmly
“Of course, that’s why I came here.” Halsey said sounding full of herself. She then takes out a data pad that she’s been carrying under what remains of her left arm. “This contains all non classified information that we can offer. History, engine designs, even the history of my Spartans.” She said sliding the datapad across the table to Eighties.
Eighties takes the datapad and looks at it, almost if analysing it’s design “And your enemies, does this datapad include that knowledge?” Eighties says
“Our entire war with the Covenent and our skirmishes with the promethians, yes.” Halsey said as if that was obvious.
Eighties nods “We can offer a space of the moon that has been terraformed, a piece of land in the planet or you can help with the expansion of the space station"
Laskey thought about it for a few minutes. Then nodded. “We’re willing to help with the expansion of the station if we could get shore leave to one of the four cities our scanners have detected.” He said slowly.
“You can spend as much time in any of the cities as long as you don’t anger any of the governments there" Eighties shows them a hologram of the complete station, an orb with an apparent big laser “Our plans is to complete this station in a few standard months, it will be able to recycle any of the metals to smelt them into fighters and it will have a super laser" he tells them simply
“Wait…how powerful is this laser?” Halsey asked before Laskey could say anything.
“it’s minimal power setting could destroy an entire city, at it’s fullest it could destroy an entire planet or a dreadnought" the droid states
Lasky blinked out of surprise at that. “We have faced more powerful weapons.” Halsey reminded him.
Lasky then clears his throat. “Very well, we’ll assist in the building of the majority of the station, however our regulations won’t allow us to work on the main weapon.”
“It is okay if you don't work on the super weapon" Eighties says “Besides, the defense grid around the planet has miniature versions of the lasers already functional, so defense of the planet in case the faction comes won't be a problem"
What looks like a wormhole appears and then disappears after a ship emerges from it. “Confederate ship, this is the UNSC Infinity. Requesting permission to send a diplomatic party over.” A transmission said. (@masterchief-isms)
“Permission confirmed, you can dock at the Space Station and our superior will talk with you” a droidsays through the comms
@masterchief-isms
“Acknowledged.” Was the reply as a docking arm extends from Infinity. Once docked four figures board the station, one wore the uniform of a navy man, two wore advanced combat armor, one was white and the other was green. And the last figure was a woman in her mid fifties with piercing blue eyes, grey hair, and her left arm missing wearing a lab coat.
A black astromech accompanied by a black protocol Droid slowly make their way towards them “I am triple zero and this is BT-1, we are here to guide you towards the meeting room, most rooms in the station don’t have life support systems as the vast majority of the workers in here are droids, please follow me” the protocol Droid says in a deep but cheerful voice
“Of course.” The naval officer said following behind. The two Spartans followed suit making sure that the researcher was able to keep up, and not ogle the droids for too long.
As the two droids guide them through some corridors everything seems clean, as mouse droids run around the corridors making scheduled maintenance and cleaning duties
The scientist was facinated by the droids and stopped to observe them when the green armored Spartan turned and said; “Doctor Halsey, Ma’am, keep up please.” She then caught up with the group just outside the meeting room.
The doors slide open slowly, inside the meeting room a 6 foot tall Droid sits at a long table, his design gives his head a naval officer like design, three optics are on his head, radiating a soft navy blue look, Magnaguards stand against the walls “Please take a seat" he says in a harsh but gentle voice “Triple zero, you might leave"
The naval officer and the doctor take a seat, the Spartans remain standing.
“My name is UTX-001, known as Eighties, leader of the CIS" the droid says calmly
“It’s a pleasure to meet you Eighties. My name’s Captain Thomas Laskey.” The naval officer said cordially. He then gestures towards the woman who came with him. “This is Doctor Catherine Halsey; creator of the Spartan Program.” He then gestures towards the Spartan in white armor. “This is Commander Sarah Palmer, and I believe one of your subordinates have already met the Master Chief.” Laskey said as the green armored Spartan nodded politely.
“That’s correct, we learned from him that certain party might be searching for you, it is protocol to offer an alliance to anyone who searches refuge, but we would like to know what you can offer in exchange for the refuge” the droid says calmly
“Of course, that’s why I came here.” Halsey said sounding full of herself. She then takes out a data pad that she’s been carrying under what remains of her left arm. “This contains all non classified information that we can offer. History, engine designs, even the history of my Spartans.” She said sliding the datapad across the table to Eighties.
Eighties takes the datapad and looks at it, almost if analysing it’s design “And your enemies, does this datapad include that knowledge?” Eighties says
“Our entire war with the Covenent and our skirmishes with the promethians, yes.” Halsey said as if that was obvious.
Eighties nods “We can offer a space of the moon that has been terraformed, a piece of land in the planet or you can help with the expansion of the space station"
Laskey thought about it for a few minutes. Then nodded. “We’re willing to help with the expansion of the station if we could get shore leave to one of the four cities our scanners have detected.” He said slowly.
“You can spend as much time in any of the cities as long as you don’t anger any of the governments there" Eighties shows them a hologram of the complete station, an orb with an apparent big laser “Our plans is to complete this station in a few standard months, it will be able to recycle any of the metals to smelt them into fighters and it will have a super laser" he tells them simply
“Wait…how powerful is this laser?” Halsey asked before Laskey could say anything.
“it's minimal power setting could destroy an entire city, at it's fullest it could destroy an entire planet or a dreadnought" the droid states
What looks like a wormhole appears and then disappears after a ship emerges from it. “Confederate ship, this is the UNSC Infinity. Requesting permission to send a diplomatic party over.” A transmission said. (@masterchief-isms)
“Permission confirmed, you can dock at the Space Station and our superior will talk with you” a droidsays through the comms
@masterchief-isms
“Acknowledged.” Was the reply as a docking arm extends from Infinity. Once docked four figures board the station, one wore the uniform of a navy man, two wore advanced combat armor, one was white and the other was green. And the last figure was a woman in her mid fifties with piercing blue eyes, grey hair, and her left arm missing wearing a lab coat.
A black astromech accompanied by a black protocol Droid slowly make their way towards them “I am triple zero and this is BT-1, we are here to guide you towards the meeting room, most rooms in the station don’t have life support systems as the vast majority of the workers in here are droids, please follow me” the protocol Droid says in a deep but cheerful voice
“Of course.” The naval officer said following behind. The two Spartans followed suit making sure that the researcher was able to keep up, and not ogle the droids for too long.
As the two droids guide them through some corridors everything seems clean, as mouse droids run around the corridors making scheduled maintenance and cleaning duties
The scientist was facinated by the droids and stopped to observe them when the green armored Spartan turned and said; “Doctor Halsey, Ma’am, keep up please.” She then caught up with the group just outside the meeting room.
The doors slide open slowly, inside the meeting room a 6 foot tall Droid sits at a long table, his design gives his head a naval officer like design, three optics are on his head, radiating a soft navy blue look, Magnaguards stand against the walls “Please take a seat" he says in a harsh but gentle voice “Triple zero, you might leave"
The naval officer and the doctor take a seat, the Spartans remain standing.
“My name is UTX-001, known as Eighties, leader of the CIS" the droid says calmly
“It’s a pleasure to meet you Eighties. My name’s Captain Thomas Laskey.” The naval officer said cordially. He then gestures towards the woman who came with him. “This is Doctor Catherine Halsey; creator of the Spartan Program.” He then gestures towards the Spartan in white armor. “This is Commander Sarah Palmer, and I believe one of your subordinates have already met the Master Chief.” Laskey said as the green armored Spartan nodded politely.
“That’s correct, we learned from him that certain party might be searching for you, it is protocol to offer an alliance to anyone who searches refuge, but we would like to know what you can offer in exchange for the refuge” the droid says calmly
“Of course, that’s why I came here.” Halsey said sounding full of herself. She then takes out a data pad that she’s been carrying under what remains of her left arm. “This contains all non classified information that we can offer. History, engine designs, even the history of my Spartans.” She said sliding the datapad across the table to Eighties.
Eighties takes the datapad and looks at it, almost if analysing it’s design “And your enemies, does this datapad include that knowledge?” Eighties says
“Our entire war with the Covenent and our skirmishes with the promethians, yes.” Halsey said as if that was obvious.
Eighties nods “We can offer a space of the moon that has been terraformed, a piece of land in the planet or you can help with the expansion of the space station"
Laskey thought about it for a few minutes. Then nodded. “We’re willing to help with the expansion of the station if we could get shore leave to one of the four cities our scanners have detected.” He said slowly.
“You can spend as much time in any of the cities as long as you don't anger any of the governments there" Eighties shows them a hologram of the complete station, an orb with an apparent big laser “Our plans is to complete this station in a few standard months, it will be able to recycle any of the metals to smelt them into fighters and it will have a super laser" he tells them simply
What looks like a wormhole appears and then disappears after a ship emerges from it. “Confederate ship, this is the UNSC Infinity. Requesting permission to send a diplomatic party over.” A transmission said. (@masterchief-isms)
“Permission confirmed, you can dock at the Space Station and our superior will talk with you” a droidsays through the comms
@masterchief-isms
“Acknowledged.” Was the reply as a docking arm extends from Infinity. Once docked four figures board the station, one wore the uniform of a navy man, two wore advanced combat armor, one was white and the other was green. And the last figure was a woman in her mid fifties with piercing blue eyes, grey hair, and her left arm missing wearing a lab coat.
A black astromech accompanied by a black protocol Droid slowly make their way towards them “I am triple zero and this is BT-1, we are here to guide you towards the meeting room, most rooms in the station don’t have life support systems as the vast majority of the workers in here are droids, please follow me” the protocol Droid says in a deep but cheerful voice
“Of course.” The naval officer said following behind. The two Spartans followed suit making sure that the researcher was able to keep up, and not ogle the droids for too long.
As the two droids guide them through some corridors everything seems clean, as mouse droids run around the corridors making scheduled maintenance and cleaning duties
The scientist was facinated by the droids and stopped to observe them when the green armored Spartan turned and said; “Doctor Halsey, Ma’am, keep up please.” She then caught up with the group just outside the meeting room.
The doors slide open slowly, inside the meeting room a 6 foot tall Droid sits at a long table, his design gives his head a naval officer like design, three optics are on his head, radiating a soft navy blue look, Magnaguards stand against the walls “Please take a seat" he says in a harsh but gentle voice “Triple zero, you might leave"
The naval officer and the doctor take a seat, the Spartans remain standing.
“My name is UTX-001, known as Eighties, leader of the CIS" the droid says calmly
“It’s a pleasure to meet you Eighties. My name’s Captain Thomas Laskey.” The naval officer said cordially. He then gestures towards the woman who came with him. “This is Doctor Catherine Halsey; creator of the Spartan Program.” He then gestures towards the Spartan in white armor. “This is Commander Sarah Palmer, and I believe one of your subordinates have already met the Master Chief.” Laskey said as the green armored Spartan nodded politely.
“That’s correct, we learned from him that certain party might be searching for you, it is protocol to offer an alliance to anyone who searches refuge, but we would like to know what you can offer in exchange for the refuge” the droid says calmly
“Of course, that’s why I came here.” Halsey said sounding full of herself. She then takes out a data pad that she’s been carrying under what remains of her left arm. “This contains all non classified information that we can offer. History, engine designs, even the history of my Spartans.” She said sliding the datapad across the table to Eighties.
Eighties takes the datapad and looks at it, almost if analysing it’s design “And your enemies, does this datapad include that knowledge?” Eighties says
“Our entire war with the Covenent and our skirmishes with the promethians, yes.” Halsey said as if that was obvious.
Eighties nods “We can offer a space of the moon that has been terraformed, a piece of land in the planet or you can help with the expansion of the space station"
What looks like a wormhole appears and then disappears after a ship emerges from it. “Confederate ship, this is the UNSC Infinity. Requesting permission to send a diplomatic party over.” A transmission said. (@masterchief-isms)
“Permission confirmed, you can dock at the Space Station and our superior will talk with you” a droidsays through the comms
@masterchief-isms
“Acknowledged.” Was the reply as a docking arm extends from Infinity. Once docked four figures board the station, one wore the uniform of a navy man, two wore advanced combat armor, one was white and the other was green. And the last figure was a woman in her mid fifties with piercing blue eyes, grey hair, and her left arm missing wearing a lab coat.
A black astromech accompanied by a black protocol Droid slowly make their way towards them “I am triple zero and this is BT-1, we are here to guide you towards the meeting room, most rooms in the station don’t have life support systems as the vast majority of the workers in here are droids, please follow me” the protocol Droid says in a deep but cheerful voice
“Of course.” The naval officer said following behind. The two Spartans followed suit making sure that the researcher was able to keep up, and not ogle the droids for too long.
As the two droids guide them through some corridors everything seems clean, as mouse droids run around the corridors making scheduled maintenance and cleaning duties
The scientist was facinated by the droids and stopped to observe them when the green armored Spartan turned and said; “Doctor Halsey, Ma’am, keep up please.” She then caught up with the group just outside the meeting room.
The doors slide open slowly, inside the meeting room a 6 foot tall Droid sits at a long table, his design gives his head a naval officer like design, three optics are on his head, radiating a soft navy blue look, Magnaguards stand against the walls “Please take a seat" he says in a harsh but gentle voice “Triple zero, you might leave"
The naval officer and the doctor take a seat, the Spartans remain standing.
“My name is UTX-001, known as Eighties, leader of the CIS" the droid says calmly
“It’s a pleasure to meet you Eighties. My name’s Captain Thomas Laskey.” The naval officer said cordially. He then gestures towards the woman who came with him. “This is Doctor Catherine Halsey; creator of the Spartan Program.” He then gestures towards the Spartan in white armor. “This is Commander Sarah Palmer, and I believe one of your subordinates have already met the Master Chief.” Laskey said as the green armored Spartan nodded politely.
“That’s correct, we learned from him that certain party might be searching for you, it is protocol to offer an alliance to anyone who searches refuge, but we would like to know what you can offer in exchange for the refuge” the droid says calmly
“Of course, that’s why I came here.” Halsey said sounding full of herself. She then takes out a data pad that she’s been carrying under what remains of her left arm. “This contains all non classified information that we can offer. History, engine designs, even the history of my Spartans.” She said sliding the datapad across the table to Eighties.
Eighties takes the datapad and looks at it, almost if analysing it's design “And your enemies, does this datapad include that knowledge?” Eighties says
What looks like a wormhole appears and then disappears after a ship emerges from it. “Confederate ship, this is the UNSC Infinity. Requesting permission to send a diplomatic party over.” A transmission said. (@masterchief-isms)
“Permission confirmed, you can dock at the Space Station and our superior will talk with you” a droidsays through the comms
@masterchief-isms
“Acknowledged.” Was the reply as a docking arm extends from Infinity. Once docked four figures board the station, one wore the uniform of a navy man, two wore advanced combat armor, one was white and the other was green. And the last figure was a woman in her mid fifties with piercing blue eyes, grey hair, and her left arm missing wearing a lab coat.
A black astromech accompanied by a black protocol Droid slowly make their way towards them “I am triple zero and this is BT-1, we are here to guide you towards the meeting room, most rooms in the station don’t have life support systems as the vast majority of the workers in here are droids, please follow me” the protocol Droid says in a deep but cheerful voice
“Of course.” The naval officer said following behind. The two Spartans followed suit making sure that the researcher was able to keep up, and not ogle the droids for too long.
As the two droids guide them through some corridors everything seems clean, as mouse droids run around the corridors making scheduled maintenance and cleaning duties
The scientist was facinated by the droids and stopped to observe them when the green armored Spartan turned and said; “Doctor Halsey, Ma’am, keep up please.” She then caught up with the group just outside the meeting room.
The doors slide open slowly, inside the meeting room a 6 foot tall Droid sits at a long table, his design gives his head a naval officer like design, three optics are on his head, radiating a soft navy blue look, Magnaguards stand against the walls “Please take a seat" he says in a harsh but gentle voice “Triple zero, you might leave"
The naval officer and the doctor take a seat, the Spartans remain standing.
“My name is UTX-001, known as Eighties, leader of the CIS" the droid says calmly
“It’s a pleasure to meet you Eighties. My name’s Captain Thomas Laskey.” The naval officer said cordially. He then gestures towards the woman who came with him. “This is Doctor Catherine Halsey; creator of the Spartan Program.” He then gestures towards the Spartan in white armor. “This is Commander Sarah Palmer, and I believe one of your subordinates have already met the Master Chief.” Laskey said as the green armored Spartan nodded politely.
“That's correct, we learned from him that certain party might be searching for you, it is protocol to offer an alliance to anyone who searches refuge, but we would like to know what you can offer in exchange for the refuge” the droid says calmly
What looks like a wormhole appears and then disappears after a ship emerges from it. “Confederate ship, this is the UNSC Infinity. Requesting permission to send a diplomatic party over.” A transmission said. (@masterchief-isms)
“Permission confirmed, you can dock at the Space Station and our superior will talk with you” a droidsays through the comms
@masterchief-isms
“Acknowledged.” Was the reply as a docking arm extends from Infinity. Once docked four figures board the station, one wore the uniform of a navy man, two wore advanced combat armor, one was white and the other was green. And the last figure was a woman in her mid fifties with piercing blue eyes, grey hair, and her left arm missing wearing a lab coat.
A black astromech accompanied by a black protocol Droid slowly make their way towards them “I am triple zero and this is BT-1, we are here to guide you towards the meeting room, most rooms in the station don’t have life support systems as the vast majority of the workers in here are droids, please follow me” the protocol Droid says in a deep but cheerful voice
“Of course.” The naval officer said following behind. The two Spartans followed suit making sure that the researcher was able to keep up, and not ogle the droids for too long.
As the two droids guide them through some corridors everything seems clean, as mouse droids run around the corridors making scheduled maintenance and cleaning duties
The scientist was facinated by the droids and stopped to observe them when the green armored Spartan turned and said; “Doctor Halsey, Ma’am, keep up please.” She then caught up with the group just outside the meeting room.
The doors slide open slowly, inside the meeting room a 6 foot tall Droid sits at a long table, his design gives his head a naval officer like design, three optics are on his head, radiating a soft navy blue look, Magnaguards stand against the walls “Please take a seat" he says in a harsh but gentle voice “Triple zero, you might leave"
The naval officer and the doctor take a seat, the Spartans remain standing.
“My name is UTX-001, known as Eighties, leader of the CIS" the droid says calmly
What looks like a wormhole appears and then disappears after a ship emerges from it. “Confederate ship, this is the UNSC Infinity. Requesting permission to send a diplomatic party over.” A transmission said. (@masterchief-isms)
“Permission confirmed, you can dock at the Space Station and our superior will talk with you” a droidsays through the comms
@masterchief-isms
“Acknowledged.” Was the reply as a docking arm extends from Infinity. Once docked four figures board the station, one wore the uniform of a navy man, two wore advanced combat armor, one was white and the other was green. And the last figure was a woman in her mid fifties with piercing blue eyes, grey hair, and her left arm missing wearing a lab coat.
A black astromech accompanied by a black protocol Droid slowly make their way towards them “I am triple zero and this is BT-1, we are here to guide you towards the meeting room, most rooms in the station don’t have life support systems as the vast majority of the workers in here are droids, please follow me” the protocol Droid says in a deep but cheerful voice
“Of course.” The naval officer said following behind. The two Spartans followed suit making sure that the researcher was able to keep up, and not ogle the droids for too long.
As the two droids guide them through some corridors everything seems clean, as mouse droids run around the corridors making scheduled maintenance and cleaning duties
The scientist was facinated by the droids and stopped to observe them when the green armored Spartan turned and said; “Doctor Halsey, Ma’am, keep up please.” She then caught up with the group just outside the meeting room.
The doors slide open slowly, inside the meeting room a 6 foot tall Droid sits at a long table, his design gives his head a naval officer like design, three optics are on his head, radiating a soft navy blue look, Magnaguards stand against the walls “Please take a seat" he says in a harsh but gentle voice “Triple zero, you might leave"
What looks like a wormhole appears and then disappears after a ship emerges from it. “Confederate ship, this is the UNSC Infinity. Requesting permission to send a diplomatic party over.” A transmission said. (@masterchief-isms)
“Permission confirmed, you can dock at the Space Station and our superior will talk with you” a droidsays through the comms
@masterchief-isms
“Acknowledged.” Was the reply as a docking arm extends from Infinity. Once docked four figures board the station, one wore the uniform of a navy man, two wore advanced combat armor, one was white and the other was green. And the last figure was a woman in her mid fifties with piercing blue eyes, grey hair, and her left arm missing wearing a lab coat.
A black astromech accompanied by a black protocol Droid slowly make their way towards them “I am triple zero and this is BT-1, we are here to guide you towards the meeting room, most rooms in the station don’t have life support systems as the vast majority of the workers in here are droids, please follow me” the protocol Droid says in a deep but cheerful voice
“Of course.” The naval officer said following behind. The two Spartans followed suit making sure that the researcher was able to keep up, and not ogle the droids for too long.
As the two droids guide them through some corridors everything seems clean, as mouse droids run around the corridors making scheduled maintenance and cleaning duties
What looks like a wormhole appears and then disappears after a ship emerges from it. “Confederate ship, this is the UNSC Infinity. Requesting permission to send a diplomatic party over.” A transmission said. (@masterchief-isms)
“Permission confirmed, you can dock at the Space Station and our superior will talk with you” a droidsays through the comms
@masterchief-isms
“Acknowledged.” Was the reply as a docking arm extends from Infinity. Once docked four figures board the station, one wore the uniform of a navy man, two wore advanced combat armor, one was white and the other was green. And the last figure was a woman in her mid fifties with piercing blue eyes, grey hair, and her left arm missing wearing a lab coat.
A black astromech accompanied by a black protocol Droid slowly make their way towards them “I am triple zero and this is BT-1, we are here to guide you towards the meeting room, most rooms in the station don't have life support systems as the vast majority of the workers in here are droids, please follow me” the protocol Droid says in a deep but cheerful voice
What looks like a wormhole appears and then disappears after a ship emerges from it. “Confederate ship, this is the UNSC Infinity. Requesting permission to send a diplomatic party over.” A transmission said. (@masterchief-isms)
“Permission confirmed, you can dock at the Space Station and our superior will talk with you” a droidsays through the comms
@masterchief-isms
The signal of Master Chiefs helmet is jammed, and what can be best described as a deep robotic voice speaks up “Unidentified soldier identify yourself and your motives, this planet is territory of the Confederacy of Independent Systems" ~ Battledroids-Isms
Chief winced as his comlink screeched. Last time this happened was when Cortana was going Rampant during the fight against the Diadact. He growled slightly when he heard the voice. “This is Spartan 117 of the UNSC ship Infinity. To whom am I speaking to?”
“This is TX-5138 of the CIS Space Station Delta” the droid answers simply “What is your motives of arriving at this planet”
“Before I answer I must ask you a single question.” He said stubbornly sticking to protocol.
“What that question might be?“ The droid says in an annoyed yet unemotional tone of voice
“Are you allied with the Promethians?” He asked slowly.
“We haven’t encountered the promethians, we are allied with the New Republic” the robot speaks slowly
He breathes an audible sigh of relief. “My mission is to recon this planet to see if Infinity could use it for refuge.”
“This planet is extremely hostile, there are several threats down at the planet, we are willing to give refuge at the moon colony in exchange for technology and recruits" the droid says, almost as if it is practically protocol for it to say it
The Chief thought about it. “I’m afraid that decision’s not up to me. I can however, tell the captain of Infinity of a potential ally in this system.”
“Very well soldier, we’ll send an escort of Magnaguards to help you in your mission"
“Backup not needed.” He said as he gunned down a gorilla like creature.
“We suggest avoiding contact with the smaller version of the subspecies of the creatures known Grimm known as Nevermore, they attract bigger ones when dead" The droid says “They look like birds"
When he heard that they look like birds he had gunned down six small ones. “I’ve taken on bigger.” He said plainly watching a giant one flying at him.
“It is still not recommended as they can quickly overwhelm even the most experienced with their numbers" the droid says “We can still send reinforcements if needed"
He checked his FOF tags and smirked. “Not needed. The best backup have already arrived.” He said as a precise sniper shot got the giant Nevermore right in the eye killing it instantly.
“Very well, soldier" the droid says
The signal of Master Chiefs helmet is jammed, and what can be best described as a deep robotic voice speaks up “Unidentified soldier identify yourself and your motives, this planet is territory of the Confederacy of Independent Systems" ~ Battledroids-Isms
Chief winced as his comlink screeched. Last time this happened was when Cortana was going Rampant during the fight against the Diadact. He growled slightly when he heard the voice. “This is Spartan 117 of the UNSC ship Infinity. To whom am I speaking to?”
“This is TX-5138 of the CIS Space Station Delta” the droid answers simply “What is your motives of arriving at this planet”
“Before I answer I must ask you a single question.” He said stubbornly sticking to protocol.
“What that question might be?“ The droid says in an annoyed yet unemotional tone of voice
“Are you allied with the Promethians?” He asked slowly.
“We haven’t encountered the promethians, we are allied with the New Republic” the robot speaks slowly
He breathes an audible sigh of relief. “My mission is to recon this planet to see if Infinity could use it for refuge.”
“This planet is extremely hostile, there are several threats down at the planet, we are willing to give refuge at the moon colony in exchange for technology and recruits" the droid says, almost as if it is practically protocol for it to say it
The Chief thought about it. “I’m afraid that decision’s not up to me. I can however, tell the captain of Infinity of a potential ally in this system.”
“Very well soldier, we’ll send an escort of Magnaguards to help you in your mission"
“Backup not needed.” He said as he gunned down a gorilla like creature.
“We suggest avoiding contact with the smaller version of the subspecies of the creatures known Grimm known as Nevermore, they attract bigger ones when dead" The droid says “They look like birds"
When he heard that they look like birds he had gunned down six small ones. “I’ve taken on bigger.” He said plainly watching a giant one flying at him.
“It is still not recommended as they can quickly overwhelm even the most experienced with their numbers" the droid says “We can still send reinforcements if needed"
The signal of Master Chiefs helmet is jammed, and what can be best described as a deep robotic voice speaks up “Unidentified soldier identify yourself and your motives, this planet is territory of the Confederacy of Independent Systems" ~ Battledroids-Isms
Chief winced as his comlink screeched. Last time this happened was when Cortana was going Rampant during the fight against the Diadact. He growled slightly when he heard the voice. “This is Spartan 117 of the UNSC ship Infinity. To whom am I speaking to?”
“This is TX-5138 of the CIS Space Station Delta” the droid answers simply “What is your motives of arriving at this planet”
“Before I answer I must ask you a single question.” He said stubbornly sticking to protocol.
“What that question might be?“ The droid says in an annoyed yet unemotional tone of voice
“Are you allied with the Promethians?” He asked slowly.
“We haven’t encountered the promethians, we are allied with the New Republic” the robot speaks slowly
He breathes an audible sigh of relief. “My mission is to recon this planet to see if Infinity could use it for refuge.”
“This planet is extremely hostile, there are several threats down at the planet, we are willing to give refuge at the moon colony in exchange for technology and recruits" the droid says, almost as if it is practically protocol for it to say it
The Chief thought about it. “I’m afraid that decision’s not up to me. I can however, tell the captain of Infinity of a potential ally in this system.”
“Very well soldier, we’ll send an escort of Magnaguards to help you in your mission"
“Backup not needed.” He said as he gunned down a gorilla like creature.
“We suggest avoiding contact with the smaller version of the subspecies of the creatures known Grimm known as Nevermore, they attract bigger ones when dead" The droid says “They look like birds"
The signal of Master Chiefs helmet is jammed, and what can be best described as a deep robotic voice speaks up “Unidentified soldier identify yourself and your motives, this planet is territory of the Confederacy of Independent Systems" ~ Battledroids-Isms
Chief winced as his comlink screeched. Last time this happened was when Cortana was going Rampant during the fight against the Diadact. He growled slightly when he heard the voice. “This is Spartan 117 of the UNSC ship Infinity. To whom am I speaking to?”
“This is TX-5138 of the CIS Space Station Delta” the droid answers simply “What is your motives of arriving at this planet”
“Before I answer I must ask you a single question.” He said stubbornly sticking to protocol.
“What that question might be?“ The droid says in an annoyed yet unemotional tone of voice
“Are you allied with the Promethians?” He asked slowly.
“We haven’t encountered the promethians, we are allied with the New Republic” the robot speaks slowly
He breathes an audible sigh of relief. “My mission is to recon this planet to see if Infinity could use it for refuge.”
“This planet is extremely hostile, there are several threats down at the planet, we are willing to give refuge at the moon colony in exchange for technology and recruits" the droid says, almost as if it is practically protocol for it to say it
The Chief thought about it. “I’m afraid that decision’s not up to me. I can however, tell the captain of Infinity of a potential ally in this system.”
“Very well soldier, we'll send an escort of Magnaguards to help you in your mission"
