Cities In The Void: Mechanus Rising

[Lord Mettallum]

Lord Mettallum was hearing alot of noise from the council room
Once he entered the room he noticed that the exiled was speaking with the council
As he moved to a more comfortable position in the room being the droid he is he eyed [member="AD-Iqatar.13"] and looked at her assets
He quickly stopped and looked towards the council hoping he didn't miss all the fun that happens when the exiled comes to the council
[member="HK-36"] [member="Ultimatum"] [member="Chip"]

 

[Ultimatum]

Ultimatum for a moment was concerned. Indeed he hoped that his ship would not be disassembled, but then again the small shuttle that he had arrived on had little importance to him. What mattered to him was the Sovereignty, which he believed was out of reach for the moment, but then again these were space faring droids. If they had managed to reach the Sovereignty, would they attempt to disassemble it? An interesting idea, perhaps he should have ordered the ship to activate its stealth drive before he left. If his crew were aware of the incoming droids they might have done so by themselves. Ultimatum could not know and it was too late to do anything about it, so he simply continued the conversation with the droid, "So strangers are not welcome here? Even of artificial kind?"

The argument appeared to be rising quickly, perhaps coming the crux of the issue. Ultimatum wondered if he was witnessing the shaping of a power, a moment in history that would change how this culture acted. Such moments, as it was now, were incredibly rare. More common it was to have a near unnoticeable curve of events leading to an eventual change. However, this appeared to be a single moment carving the way for a new path. And it was being caused by the Exile, @HK-36. Ultimatum wondered if he would be able to hold and this would lead to any true change.

 

[Zark San Tekka]

[member="HK-36"]

Artificial light pooled unnaturally across the apparently long vacated temple ruins, the floodlamp attached to one of the cyborg's array of mechadendrites (the tendril-like prosthetics sprouting from his reinforced spinal chassis) provided Archim with at the very least a clear path forward. In truth, the pilgrim's visual sensors possessed a variety of a settings that would have made seeing perfectly in the dark simple enough, but the power activating his nightvision would draw away from the scans he was conducting of his surroundings was not worth it in his judgment. And so, shadows danced around the edges of the dendrite's beam in what may have seemed like an oppressive manner to more instinctually governed organics, but for Calixis it was hardly a consideration.

His attention was fully focused on the chemical composition of the very stones around him, namely the fact that they seemed to defy all categorization from what the cyborg could make out from the data returning from his initial scans. Such an unexpected mystery seemed almost worth the trip alone, as if his readings were indicative of some undocumented natural elemental property, there could be no telling what practical applications it could have in future projects without an extensive battery of testing. Archim was just about to analyze the best way to collect a sample for further study, when the symbol etched above the center archway leading to some form of chamber beyond the one he currently stood in fully rendered.

As the floodlamp swiveled to more fully take in the passageway, the curious properties of the stone around him temporarily forgotten as some unknown sensation seemed to draw him forth, he marveled at the craftsmanship that went into the construction, and took several holostills for documentation purposes, as the intact monuments were the clearest picture yet the Iskalloni had found of what the mysteriously absent natives must have looked like. But it was the symbol, not the sculpture work, that had drawn him away from his by every standard much more pertinent scientific inquiries. It evoked some sort of sensation in him, something he had not experienced save for in the few memory files his neurovault had not discarded as irrelevant from his more organic youth.

Something about the symbol seemed to comfort him, and when realization finally dawned on him he froze in his tracks. At first the etching had seemed not to represent anything at all, just a pleasing geometric shape to the ones who had designed it long ago, but the more Archim looked at it, the more it seemed as if it could be a stylized representation of the natives' shorthand. If his suspicions were right, then it seemed to stand for the very theory the cyborg had dedicated much of the past few centuries to exploring, but as of yet had come across no tangible evidence of. The Motive Force...

"Eureka," he emitted, recalling the slang term from his travels and finding no more apt substitute. The temple seemed to issue forth a reply.

"Gsssakh!"

The snarl did not startle him, in a very real way Archim was no longer capable of such a phenomenon. But synthetic adrenal substitute coursed through artificial veins as his self preservation subroutines activated. Sprouting from his back immediately, the missing mechadendrite appeared suddenly over his shoulder as the auto-targeting repeating blaster molded to its end whirred to life, tracking back and forth across his line of sight for possible targets. He was not alone. And yet, he should be, for he his passive scanners had detected no bio-signs inside the temple as he had entered, sentient or otherwise. Was it some property of the strange stone that had scattered his readings, or was there some other explanation?

Tssssh

An audio analysis rendered no immediately plausible explanation for the noise that followed, though Archim did notice with mild concern the closest analogous results. Perhaps out of his immediate range, the sound amplified by the acoustics. Perhaps warped in some unknown matter by the curious stonework. Or perhaps it was simply a noise that the cyborg's aural implants simply did not have a frame of reference for, as unlikely as that last may seem. The prudent choice would be to retreat outside, until he could return in his shuttle and make sure the sight was safe for exploration. But curiosity over his findings so far perhaps skewed the results of his threat analysis somewhat, and instead he elected to press on through the archway.

Tracking now in more jerking arcs as his targeting subroutines continuously reevaluated the shifting plane in front of him, he at least had the presence of mind to keep the repeater running at full power, just in case.

 

[HK-36]

[member="Lord Mettallum"],

Mettallum would probably not be disappointed by the spectacle he witnessed, as always the Second Sparklord and the Exile would be at each other's throats. There was something about their very existence and purpose in the Galaxy that clashed against each other. Second was meant to be the head guardian and protector of Mechanus, the one who oversaw all of the efforts in keeping its existence safe and secret, the Exile on the other hand ventured out in the Galaxy, trying to get others to do the same, Second saw him and his behavior as nothing but a liability towards his duties.

"And how many millenniums more will you have us holed up on this rock? What do all of our achievements add up to?"

The Exile asked, to which Second called out,

"Survival!"

One of the other random droids in the council chamber called out,

"Kill the Sith!"

Words that seemed to breath some life into the dark colored Third Sparklord,

"We could traverse the hyperlanes once more, dealing justice."

Third was the very embodiment of Hunter-Killer, an experienced assassin droid whose duty was to oversee hunts for any organics or droids who were seen as potential threats so that they would not reveal the location of their sacred hidden planet. Some say that throughout his lifetime the droid killed five Sith Emperors.


[member="Ultimatum"],

Perhaps the Sovereignty was already no more, or perhaps the droid Ulti was talking to was only having some fun at his expense and trying to scare his circuits, either way the machine answered,

"Strangers are welcomed just fine, we embrace new droids arriving among us, especially if they wish to join our society here."

The droid explained before looking to Ultimatum once more,

"Problems arise when they wish to leave, if you lived in a place such as this, how far would you go to make sure that it is protected? That organics never learn about it and trace its location?"



[member="Archim Calixis"],

Speaking of which, going through the doorway Archim would be greeted at first by dense darkness of a stonework tunnel, leading deeper into the temple's bowels. The walls of the tunnel would be covered in intricate runes and hieroglyphs much like the grand entrance hall, however little new images would appear, mostly it was scenes of ancient history, various stout armored and bearded figures making various weapons and gadgets over anvils and pits of fire and molten metal. Going deeper down the tunnel Archim would come to another doorway, much more humble this time in comparison to the archway he had to squeeze in through.

The smaller doorway had another symbol of the Motive Force above them, there was no door in its portal this time, instead Archim would be staring at a figure. A tall armored figure holding a staff with a tattered cloak of some hard material cascading behind it. It stood against the wall motionless, holding its pose like some ancient guardian of the path he was trying to travel. Clad in metal from head to toe there would be no signs of live within the statue, nor any noticeable currently active power sources. Perhaps the statue was just that, a statue of armored figure, or perhaps it was hiding secrets within its dormant shell. Either way, the statue would seem a bit more alien than the rest of the temple seen so far, not as stout and stocky as the Khazund figures depicted before, the armored plates covering it in a similar but distinctly different style.

Besides the statue there was also a fork in the road, one tunnel leading to the right, one to the left. The tunnel on the left, Archim's sensors would have probably been able to pick up on that earlier to guide him, lead towards the source of the noises previously, sloping downward deeper into the ground, the one on the right remained flat but lead towards a nearby opening through which a smaller chamber would be seen. Some sort of prayer or meditation room perhaps.

Would Archim's curiosity pull him towards the small room before he ventured onward or would he press on past it and the statue deeper into the bowels of the ancient temple?

 

[Lord Mettallum]

Looking at the sparklords Lord Mettallum spoke
"I Lord Mettallum assume the exiled is trying to get us to show ourselves and I Lord Mettallum must agree with the exiled. We have stayed hidden for a millennium and that is more then enough time for the organics to figure out where we are hiding. I Lord Mettallum have personably heard some humans speak of the land of droids presumably infomation given to them from droids who have left this fine planet. We are also growing in numbers making it harder for us to hide so we may as well reveal ourselves on our terms before some one else does."
Lord Mettallum doubt the sparklords would follow the exiled just like the other times he tried to get them to reveal themselves but it was still worth a try

 

[H3xle]

Seishin was not a droid native to Mechanus, the holy lands of the droids. The lines of his chassis were lovingly designed and forged for him by human hands on Atrisia. In fact, it hadn't been until Seishin had left his homeworld that he had ever met another droid, as he was raised in a monastery as the sole sentient technology present.

As was normal for the Havod red droid, he was silently observing the goings on around him. This time, he was standing in the council chambers, watching the Exile and the Sparklords argue. As he watched, he became truly confused. What little he knew about Mechanus only made it unique in the lack of organic life present. It's more recent history was as a holy land and nation for droids, but such sentimentality was decidedly organic in nature, the desire to keep a thing a secret. It was true that Seishin was likely missing information that made the Second Sparklord's point less...emotional, and he was aware of that fact, but the droid was doing an abysmal time explaining anything.

'It is likely something of common knowledge to those who have been on or involved with this nation for longer than a handful of cycles.' He thought to himself. If one were to think that having an inner monologue was unusual for a droid, they would be entirely correct. Seishin was unusual, as a droid with a Shard within him. He was, furthermore, unique in the way that the Shard did not take over the personality subroutines of his droid self, but rather remained as a separate part of what made up Seishin.

'That is very likely true. Still, droids are prevalent in the galaxy. Hiding here would breed stagnancy. Even inorganic life needs growth.' He replied to himself, and he agreed.

Looking at the sparklords Lord Mettallum spoke
"I Lord Mettallum assume the exiled is trying to get us to show ourselves and I Lord Mettallum must agree with the exiled. We have stayed hidden for a millennium and that is more then enough time for the organics to figure out where we are hiding. I Lord Mettallum have personably heard some humans speak of the land of droids presumably infomation given to them from droids who have left this fine planet. We are also growing in numbers making it harder for us to hide so we may as well reveal ourselves on our terms before some one else does."
Lord Mettallum doubt the sparklords would follow the exiled just like the other times he tried to get them to reveal themselves but it was still worth a try

Seishin's head lifted slightly, and turned to take in Lord Mettallum. Were he an organic, he would likely raise an eyebrow and nod. Seishin knew the truth of what the Droid Lord said, as he had not been informed of the existence of Mechanus by any droid or inorganic being, but by his Mother, the human engineer-artist who had reactivated and repaired him, and had helped integrate the Shard into his systems. He had an assumption formed that she was at least part of the team who had created him, but with his lack of memory and a lack of hard evidence, he only had the assumption.

"Lord Mettallum is correct." He found that he was speaking before he had truly decided to do so. "Mother told me of Mechanus, and she was biological. The information may not be widely known, but it is not truly secret either." He spoke, and sensed the interest of the Third Sparklord in particular turn towards him. His internal threat recognition system re-categorized the Sparklord as a more serious threat, but not an imminent one. "What is the point of hiding anyway? Why be afraid?"

[member="HK-36"]

 

[HK-36]

[member="Lord Mettallum"], [member="Seishin"],


"The Organics know us only as fables and legends, only those who truly belong on Mechanus know its precise location, if it was-"

"It may be hearsay but the Organics have mounted expeditions for less."

The Second Sparklord begun to address one of Mettallum's points only to be cut off by the Exile before he even finished,

"He is right, since the Long Dark of the Gulag Plague ended we have encountered increasing numbers of organic ships in the area, some even landed and almost made it to the cavern networks before giving up."

The Fourth Sparklord agreed, he was a heavily armored machine meant for the chaos of battle, a war droid in charge of the more martial aspects of Mechanus' security, and its armies. However his duties consisted of little but patrolling the tunnels and keeping organics or other unwanted visitors from pushing their way into the catacombs beneath the vast caverns of Mechanus, which in turn connected to the droid domain even deeper beneath.

His words were dismissed by the Second Sparklord with a wave of his hand, looking to Seishin then with his one unblinking large photoreceptor,

"We are beyond fear, but we are wise in our stance. No other droid society, free gathering, or attempt at revolution have survived out there as anything more than a rubble, sooner or later Organics find them and-"

"Abregado survived."

Second begun only to be interrupted by the Exile once more.

"Droids and organics live and thrive in peace, in the Core, under my leadership."

"Perhaps the times have finally changed."

This time it was the Fifth Sparklord who supported the Exile, an engineering droid with multiple tentacle-like attachments and appendages protruding from his back, ending in various technical implements like fusion cutters or hydrospanners.


BAM!

"Enough!"

Second called out as he slammed his metal fist in the table, the sound of metal against black dense stone echoing out through the moot chamber before the old droid continued,

"Seeing how divided we are on this issue-"

Although at that point it seemed that all Sparklords, except him, were convinced by the various arguments and evidence brought before them so far,

"The Council will now confer through secured datalink and vote, unanimous decision will have to be made to enact this drastic proposal."

Second explained as the five Sparklords established a wireless link between themselves, the red glow of their various eyes disappearing as they slipped their processing power into silent fast communication- basically they were just sending out messages between each other on their own secured private Discord server.


While they did that Seishin would probably have enough time to find out more about them and history of Mechanus just by asking other droids in the area, whether verbally or through similar wireless communication.

Also the Exile, HK, was still there standing in the middle of the room, looking over to Mettallum and Seishin he would nod to each of them in thanks for their input and help at finally bringing some change to the ancient planet and the leadership set in their ways.

 

[Ultimatum]

Ultimatum knew the feeling. He had it every time that some organic entered the Progenitor facility. It was the heart of his works and therefore something that he protected jealously. Yet he still welcomed those to come and go, he did not doubt that some would betray his secret, but that did not stop him from trusting them. Then again, these droids had lived far longer than him, he might be incredibly naive by their standards, but the artificial liked to believe that he was intelligent enough to know what risks were worth taking. Perhaps other would disagree with him, but he had been programmed from the start to be capable of handling his own affairs. After all, his master had wanted him to destroy all organic kind and a slowly developing AI was not the good start that he had wanted. Ultimatum had been created akin to a reptile, or some other non-mammalian creature where he was born with everything he needed to survive and could work immediately. He had never had the luxury of learning, but that was what he was trying to catch up on now.

"That does seem to be a possible danger, but is it not better to let them leave than to hold them against their will? Certainly keeping a person from leaving would simply increase their likelihood of betraying this place. Would organics be so great a danger? They have done much harm to our kind, but they invented us did they not?"

Organics were a people that Ultimatum loved, for they were the center of this existence. This was not the realm of machines, of artificials, not yet. Perhaps in the future when organics finally left the universe, or perhaps gave the reigns of control to others, then the artificials could accept their inheritance. But that never meant that the organics should be shunned or belittled, in fact Ultimatum saw it as they should be revered as ancestors are among them.

It seemed that the council was was not united on the proposal of @HK-36. A warning sign perhaps of the downfall of this empire? It was when a government could not cooperate that collapse was immanent, at least with organic societies. Of course, this could be an entirely isolated situation, brought up due to the rather dangerous nature of the subject. Time would tell.

 

[Zark San Tekka]

[member="HK-36"]


As Archim cautiously traversed the mysteriously well preserved tunnel, his cognitive matrix shunted recordings of the hieroglyphic sigils to either side off to secondary visual processor units for documentation and later analysis. It was not until he reached the imposing guardian of what appeared to be some crude form of annex that the Iskalloni cyborg halted, not out of mundane apprehension but because he needed additional time to process the jarring shift in archaeological aesthetic. The statue before him did not resemble the native Khazund nearly as accurately as the others, and yet it had apparently been quite competently constructed. Perhaps it was figure out of their mythology, some sort of folk creature or supernatural being, its name and purpose now lost with the people who had dreamed it to life.

And yet that same symbol, a representation of what this vanished race had apparently called the Motive Force, was displayed prominently above it, and so he sought clarity. Attempts to run more penetrative scans had yielded confusing results, as some localized atmospheric phenomenon seemed to be interfering more and more with his augmentations' abilities to gather data from his surroundings. The possibility that such a dampening field could exist alarmed him, as it seemed to imply a purpose, and yet he could not rule out some sort of reaction his systems may be having to the unknown composition of materials he had so far encountered. The inconclusive readings could simply be the result of a cascade of internal system failures, and yet his self-diagnostics seemed to suggest otherwise.

Resigned to the fact that he would be no concrete answers until he returned with additional equipment, Archim pressed on past the statue, giving it a wide berth if for no other reason than it represented an unknown factor, and found himself faced with a choice of which path to take next. Logically, the most prudent course of action (besides returning with an army of combat droids), would be to continue towards the source of the initial disturbance, and make sure the environment was in fact secure. And yet despite the results of his probability matrices, the pilgrim found himself issuing neurocommands to his lower extremities, and the bipedal prosthesis that kept the centuries old cyborg ambulatory set off down the corridor on the right instead.

As he passed the threshold into what appeared to be some form of meditative or prayer chamber, proximity alarms chimed suddenly in his active sensory feed and his torso whirled around suddenly a full one hundred and eighty degrees on the chassis that held his frame aloft. Even on maximum enhancement, there was no sign of what had triggered the motion sensors on the rear of the Iskalloni's mechadendrites.

"Identify," his vocoder betrayed no emotion, and yet the mere fact that he had issued a challenge when he remained uncertain that he was addressing anyone at all, betrayed the lingering shadow of organic anxiety within him.

 

[HK-36]

[member="Ultimatum"],

"I suppose that depends on what you believe in."

The droid answered as the unit watched the Council of Sparklords fall into silence, their true debate beginning through quick silent messages between each other.

"There are some here who attribute our true creation to the Maker, the one organic who did not merely create the first machine but designed the first droid, the first artificial intelligence. Others call that being the Father Of Droids, and claim him to be machine instead of an organic, one born of Force or spontaneously developing true intelligence before designing other droids based on his own body and mind. The organics put down many droid rebellions and larger gathering over the years, that is why we tried to escape their attention so far, but more than fearing their attack, some droids here disdain having reminded to them that organics were the ones to manufacture them."

The droid pointed out, looking right and left the machine hushed his voice even further, looking to Ultimatum once more,

"There are also some droids on Mechanus who say that it was another being still that created the first droid, not organic, not droid, not the Force, but something different still. They say that it did never disappear, that it is still around, and sometimes when they are debuging their systems or recharging their power unit, it speaks to them, not in person but it speaks to their very programming. They say it appears to be a droid made entirely out of colorful flames."

The droid would pause for dramatic tension,

"They call it 'The Machine God'."


[member="Archim Calixis"],

Archim's request would be met with a small cacophony of squeaks and chitters as a little greenish fungus and wart covered creature scampered out from beyond a pile of old debris by the doorway. It was roughly humanoid, hunched, more similar to some sort of primate or monkey, but no bigger than one of those weird chicken-tapir things Hutts like to eat. It was a Ghablaresh youngling pod, a native organism to the planet, type of somewhat sentient fungus, when young they were animalistic and rather simple, as the fungus grew older, it grew bigger, and smarter. Most Ghablaresh on Mechanus lived within neolithic tribe societies, wielding clubs and spears, however Khazund have stories of some Ghablaresh growing old enough aboard their starships, away from constant harassment of droid patrols, that they taught themselves how to use and construct blasters and slugthrowers. Thankfully, this fungal pod appeared to be very young, plus Archim probably had no way of knowing just what the fungoloid could do when fully grown.

The little being skittered out further into the chamber, along its wall, covered in more of the same old Khazund hieroglyps, seeking a way out or some cover to hide behind, before drawing Archim's attention back to the chamber he was in. At the center of the small room there was a makeshift altar of black scorched durasteel slag wrought and twisted by strong hands into its current form. On the altar there was a collection of bones and skulls twisted out of what seemed to be bone-like plant fibers, skulls of the Ghablaresh, and a hide was laid out on the black metal surface, thick and stained in sickly green blood, covered in warts and small mushroom caps. Archim could probably tell clearly it came from a creature similar to the one that was hiding in the room, except this one was much more bigger, and now its skin was used as an offering on the wrought altar, a coat given to some unseen power to welcome them upon this plane. The smell of rotting flesh rolled out of it in pungent assault.

Above the altar there a black draconic skull embedded into the wall, wrought and twisted from repurposed metal into its shape much like the altar, cord-forged through pure physical strength with no energy or flame used to melt and hammer it out easier. Its empty eye sockets stared right at Archim, its fangs were bared in a sinister grin of a predator before a meal like a fan of knives and daggers, or a very welcoming host. Too welcoming.

Beneath the metal dragon skull somebody printed a symbol into the wall, covering whatever ancient Khazund symbols were carved into the stone. The symbol was fairly simple, yet strange, a red droidic photoreceptor burning with what looked to be a colorful flame surrounding and dancing around it.

​

Whatever this all meant, somebody was using this room to pray. The longer Archim stayed in the room, the closer he got to the altar and the symbol, the more he looked into it, that atmospheric phenomenon that seemed to have been interfering with his abilities, the stronger it got. Should he take a step back it would vanish slightly, should he step forward it would return. Was Archim ready to meddle with the affairs of the Old Gods or would he turn back to explore the rest of this stranger temple first?



[member="Seishin"], [member="Lord Mettallum"],

After few minutes the eyes of the Sparklords would light up once more, life returning to them as the Second Sparklord banged his fist into the stone table they were behind to get the other droids' attention,

BAM-BAM,

"We have made the decision."

He announced, there was a moment of silence before the Fifth Sparklord, the Engineer, raised his hand, along with a couple of the mechanized tendrils that grew out of his back,

"Yes."

The Fourth, the Soldier, was next, his large gauntlet covered limb raised as well,

"Yes."

Then the Third, the Hunter, his black durasteel hand would lift up too, head of an HK droid looking over those gathered in the chamber,

"Yes."

The Second Sparklord, the Watchman, and the skeptic in this situation, his single large cyclop photoreceptor whirred as it adjusted and turned slightly. There was a moment of silence as the droid weighted his own choice one more final time before his hand too was raised,

"Yes."


And finally the attention fell to the First Sparklord, the room was silent as every NPC droid looked upon him. The First Sparklord was chosen every Mechanus year randomly from among all of the droids who inhabited the planet, once it was occupied by the actual First Sparklord, but few know what happened to him.

This year it was a GNK droid, this entire time as the great debate took place the droid was silently just wobbling back and forth in its large box-like body on a stone pedestal they placed him on, the rest of the Sparklords had proper throne-like seats.

The silence seemed to last for eternity until finally the First Sparklord called out his decision,

"GOOOOOONK!"

It honked and the entire room raised up a squabbling of discussions as the various droids raised either their concerns or congratulations for a right step towards bright Mechanus future.


To those who did not knew how to speak Gonk, that meant "Yes.", it was at this point the droids decided to leave Mechanus and take to the stars once more, to be open out their existence as a society of droids and cyborgs foremost.

 

[Ultimatum]

The Machine God.

It had a ring to it that Ultimatum found most amusing. Such a concept was most intriguing, yet at the same time all but impossible to the artificial. After all, if not an organic or some form of ancestor of the organic then what could have created artificials. He knew where he was from and it was not some mystical primordial being. He was the spawn of a madman, whose only family was insane. He alone stood in the firmness of sanity.

Thus he had some difficulty even contemplating the existence of a Maker seriously. Of course there had been an organic that had invented artificials in their most rudimentary sense, perhaps mindless droids that followed the controls of an organic from some device. But the way organics had technologically advanced, historically, it was more than likely that they had invented artificial beings. However, there was the fact that organics had not made significant advances in any form of technology in the past several centuries if not millennia.

Nonetheless, Ultimatum maintained a straight demeanor as he responded, "It sounds somewhat illogical. Has there been documentation of this gods existence?" There were many incredible things in the universe, the Force, organic beings that existed solely in the vacuum of space, ancient civilizations that had accomplished more than any current empire. But each of these had centuries of proof and physical evidence to show their truth. What was being said here was akin to saying that they have a fruit, not mentioning where or what proof they have that they actually do have it. By claiming to have the fruit, it was putting Ultimatum into the position of having to judge whether or not to take their word for it. Being the logical being that he was, the artificial was looking through the various potentialities. If they claimed they had a fruit, Ultimatum would have believed them for fruits were not rare in the galaxy and most life bearing worlds had some form of fruit-bearing plantlife. in contrast, the claimant of a supernatural being that Ultimatum had never heard or before, and doubted that he would hear outside these specific circles, made the idea far more suspect. It was all a matter of perspective and Ultimatum was working with the most objective form that he could.


The ringing bang and then subsequent decision making on the part of the Sparklords momentarily pulled Ultimatum's attention away. He was surprise somewhat, his initial impression had been such that these droids would not welcome such a change. But there it was, the Exile, [member="HK-36"] had accomplished what he set out to do. Where it would lead from there Ultimatum was keen on finding out.

 

[Lord Mettallum]

[member="Ultimatum"] dare question the legitimacy of the Maker let alone had no knowledge of his existence. This angered and confused Lord Mettallum for the Maker was common knowledge for droids. Lord Mettallum's eyes glowed a deep red as he stared down at Ultimatum and he spoke in a clearly angry voice.

"You dare say the Maker is false. It is strange that you do not know of his existence as it is common knowledge for droids. Every droid I Lord Mettallum have met knew about the maker as soon as they were first turned on. Some say that the droid programmers program the maker into us which is completely false and some say older droids tell new droids about him which is somewhat false as every droid I Lord Mettallum have met knew him before they even met another droid. The fact you have zero knowledge of the Maker makes me question your legitimacy as a droid."

One thing people must learn to never say around Lord Mettallum is that the Maker is not real. Lord Mettallum was wondering what sick creature is Ultimatum if he does not know what the Maker is he mustn't be a droid he must be a sick abomination the organics made to attack spy on the Metal Lords. Lord Mettallum grabbed his heavy blaster pistol just incase this was really some abomination the organics created.

[member="HK-36"]
[member="Seishin"]
@others I Lord Mettallum have missed

 

[Ultimatum]

Ultimatum was shocked by the sudden outburst by the new droid. It struck the younger artificial as odd to meet a robot who did not follow the same logic based conclusion system. The concept that just because many believe something it is automatically true was a fallacy of monumental proportions. Historical evidence pointed to many facts that a majority believed and yet was completely false.

It did not stop there, this [member="Lord Mettallum"] had the audacity to doubt the reality of Ultimatum being a droid! Incredibly impertinent and yet perhaps a good sign? Certainly Ultimatum was different than the average droid, he was an artificial intelligence in an artificial frame. According to basic information his digital self was more complex than that of most droids. Did it make him superior? Ultimatum was unsure. Complexity did not equal superiority in all cases. Apparently in the sense of logic related to a deity/inventor/progenitor was one of those areas where he appeared to be superior. But who was he to assume that this droid had no true proof? Just because Ultimatum was suspicious did not make it any less possible.

The artificial did not like it, but he kept his mouth from speaking quickly against this other droid. He first allowed his mind to calm down and then responded with an apology, the artificial did not flinch from the weapon. Death could not be dealt with one such gun, such was the fate of Ultimatum that one body mattered little. 'I beg your pardon for the perceived insult. I meant no disrespect to your beliefs, I simply am curious as to what the belief is and what role the "Maker" takes in your existence. As for my veracity as a droid: I may not be a droid like you, but I am an artificial being built and designed by organics, which if I hazard to guess is about the same as you. What then differs between me and a droid?' Ultimatum wondered if perhaps the simile would worsen the situation. It had intended to be a form of comradely building. After all, most if not all droids were at one point built and/or designed by organics and thus he was for the purposes of this conversation a droid.

 

[HK-36]

[member="Ultimatum"],

"Nothing outside of rumors and hearsay, the droids who claim to have been contacted by this being either disappear or spontaneously seem to forget that the events ever happened. I believe if you speak to the Exile he may know more, seeing as he's the one that travels outside the planet the most."

The droid explained, motioning with his metal head to HK still in the middle of the room, talking to the Spark Lords and other droids in the area now that they decided it was time to leave the planet and reconnect with the Galactic Society.

[member="Lord Mettallum"],

The discussion seemed to have been cut short by Mettallum being insulted by Ultimatum's lack of knowledge on the Maker,

"Oh put that thing down."

The droid NPC motioned to Mettallum's pistol,

"It is not like being shot actually matters to any of us here and you know what the Iron Knights will do to you when they will see you brandishing a weapon in the Council Room."

The Iron Knights being their droid guardians, clad in thick heavy armor and wielding lightsabers and lightsaber-pikes to use against various threats, usually most the sentient fungus monsters that inhabited the deep caverns connecting with the Mechanus Catactombs the droids inhabited.

"If he was not a machine like us our scans would have picked up on it long ago."

Although some cyborgs were seemingly able to either fool droid scanners or received permission to access and live on Mechanus among the other machines.

"There is no need for any of it."

The random droid tried to calm Mettallum down and persuade him into putting the weapon away and just speaking with Ultimatum. It would have been a poor start to their presence as a new Galactic power if the droids immediately started with religious war of all things.