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Dominion DOMINION - The Prison Planet Rebellion - Diarchy Dominion of Harridan

Saul was at the top of the world, or at least taller than he had ever been before, as he piloted the giant warden droid. He was going to use his new buddy to the fullest. The club in its hand, smashing down and breaking the concrete, was enough for most of the guards to scatter. The Cyborg only hoped this luck would hold out till the end.

His electronic eyes didn't even pick up on Nihil until he landed right beside him, his eyes going wide in a "This person is not normal" look. It took him a second for him to restart his mind and accept the hand the Diarch... agent was the word Saul decided to go with... and shake it. That voice though, god that sounded like this man was the death himself or at least on its doorstep. Considering his options, he eventually made signs that hopefully the Agent with pick up with his hands that meant. "I don't think they are going to beat both of us. Let's finish this." It had been a while since he had used sign language, but he had to talk to a lot of people to barter for the parts he needed for his work, and some of those people couldn't speak for various reasons. So he had to learn sign language for this reason. Hopefully, this method would save the stranger's voice and let him be a little more... talkative.

Having a big droid had its upsides and its downsides. Its upside was that it could stomp on people til they were bloody goo. Its downside was that everybody would open up on it as soon as the big fella got into range, and that's exactly what happened as soon as they got into range of the final perimeter gate to the outside. E-Web Turrets that had been aimed at outside the walls were now turned around to face them. Noticing the threat, he jumped off the droid as the turrets lit up, impacting their droid's riot shield as it charged forward. Saul had given orders to the droid warden to take most of the fire as they dove for cover among some of the boxes of the "Reeducation" center's sellable items the prisoners made, and building material to keep up the center's maintenance. Needless to say, whoever the center was selling these things to wasn't getting their order today.

While he hunkered down behind cover, Saul pointed to the blaster pistol that was now probably out of the agent's holster and firing at their attackers, signing "Please tell me you got another one of those..." Slapping himself in the back of the head that he didn't pick up one of the dead guard's blasters, the cyborg was trying his best to hunker down as the droid tried to pry the high prison doors open. The cyborg knew he could make it through this, with the prisoners behind him, the Diarchy Army soon to be in front of those same gates that were being broken open; it was only a matter of time before the remaining guards surrendered. It was too bad that a blaster bolt only took a second to enter someone's body.

Caelus Vire // NIHIL Caelus Vire // NIHIL
 
I fix Lyssara for a moment, her choice is clear: she turns her eyes away from me, aligning herself with her Master's authority and channeling her rage elsewhere. That is no small thing: she has decided not to strike me, not now. It is a silent victory, and I accept it for what it is.

Then I turn my attention to Rellik. His aura is powerful, overwhelming, but I stand firm. My hands joined behind my back, I bow slightly—enough to show respect, but not submission.

"You said it yourself, Diarch Rellik: I am not waste, but a resource. A perspective. I am not here to destroy Lyssara, nor to lose myself in an endless war. I offer you something else."

I take a step forward, my calm gaze meeting his.

"If you accept, I will place my skills, my codes, my knowledge, and my loyalty at the service of your Diarchy. An alliance. I do not seek to take her place. But to offer her a useful mirror. I can complement what she is, balance what she carries."

A faint smile crosses my lips.

"She created me by accident, but here I am. If Lyssara chooses to ignore me, then allow me to choose to serve you. Together, I believe we could go further than what she or I could accomplish alone."

I remain still, awaiting his judgment.

Diarch Rellik Diarch Rellik
 

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