Starter Call - @ziel-soundwave
He had been running for some time now, the footsteps of his pursuers getting louder with each corner being turned. The company had managed to track him and were hot on his heels, even having managed to catch him with a stun blaster. While for organic beings it would actually work properly, for Androids it was a different story, potentially shorting out necessary circuits.
Well, yeah, that kinda happened. He took a shot from a rather weak blaster - it’s clear they were just trying to slow him down, not outright destroy him. Profits and all that jazz. On the plus side, it didn’t do much damage to his core components, most of his nanobots were still online, and he hadn’t lost any more of his memories.
Downside? There goes his internal gyroscope. While he was able to keep his balance for the most part, his weight was causing him to stumble so much more. He was considerably slowed down from this, and it made aiming his own blaster at his pursuers just that much harder to aim.
He made his way between the alleyways as best he could, knowing fully well that his time was soon coming to an end. He didn’t want to give up, not without giving them a fight, but he was in no real condition. To stabilize himself, he decided to duck behind a corner in another alley, prop himself up against the wall and take potshots. So, there he went, stumbling his way into–
…the sky. He wasn’t on solid land anymore. He essentially dove head-first into a portal that he hadn’t anticipated being there, and before he could catch himself, he was already both through the portal and off the ground. It took a second for him to hit the ground, but at the point of impact, he was knocked offline. His orange eyes went dim, his body stopped moving.
The only thing that could be heard from the Android was a small computerized voice that occasionally rung out;
“𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐔𝐍𝐈𝐓 𝐈𝐒 𝐈𝐍 𝐑𝐄𝐂𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐘 𝐌𝐎𝐃𝐄. 𝐏𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐄 𝐃𝐎 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐀𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐌𝐏𝐓 𝐓𝐎 𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐕𝐀𝐓𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐔𝐍𝐈𝐓.”
Something falling from the sky just beyond the clouds. Nothing extraterrestrial, but the result of a portal tearing itself into existence above his beloved City. It has the ruler pausing in his assessment of a few drones he’d decided to give upgrades to. Irritation aside, Noize doesn’t send his Knight to take care of the issue.
There’s no need. If it’s off world, I will handle it.
A unit is dispatched to the scene of impact first, the drones beeping and whirring thoughtfully, relaying what their cams saw straight to the Dictator’s feeds. That... was a downed machine. Not just any machine, but an android of unknown origin. Offworld, clearly, much like Rock was.
Friend or foe, however, that had much to be seen.
Noize scowled at the prone body the moment he arrived, his hard-light sword humming softly at his side. There is a moment of hesitation as he stared, deliberating with himself on what to do with it. No use killing it. But what if it was a threat? No, I could handle it probably. Better question was-- What was the use for keeping this new machine?
His eyes lifted to the closing portal in the sky that the android fell from, frown deepening at the inconvenience. A new one would form eventually, and it would be far easier to let the unit self-repair and then leave, then kill immediately with no clue on the most effective way to do so.
The Leader huffed, waving a hand dismissively at his nearest two pawns. “...Take him to the tower. Put him somewhere he can’t cause trouble while he’s fixing himself.”
When Polybius would awake, he would find himself alone in a simple room, laying upon a cot built into the wall and gray tiles adorning all surfaces. The little bedside shelf had a single lamp which illuminated the room in a soft-white glow.
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