To Maliwan
@traaaaaunt
Soon after being imported to Pandora, the Reploids and Reclaimed found themselves overtaken by CoV followers.
Today, Traunt would be choosing which of the high-advanced androids would go to Maliwan for further study, and who would directly join him. All residents of this small village were rounded up and made to stand in an inspection line.
Theta stood by her massive mentor, and was shaking. Wilson managed to stay stoic, having long been used to military-esque formations and lineups. The Clydesdale Unit towered over everyone, yet was clearly taking the role of ‘Dad’ to this young Reploid.
"Built for war, huh? That sounds sooo like the old Atlas. You know about them? Ah, of course you do. Well, if you're made to kill things and shit, then I guess it's good to have you on our side! As opposed to being on the other side. That'd probably suck." By this point, they had been marching onwards for about ten minutes- until they found themselves back where they had started. Samuel paid no mind to that however, and kept on trucking along. "You ever tried soft serve before?"























