Ultimatum
Duranium Lord
Twenty years. Going on twenty-one since he had been created. It had been so short a time, between his creation and this insanity. It had been unexpected, the sudden attacks and the destruction that had followed. Ultimatum had thought it impossible for all of the dark organics to band together, he had been wrong and now everything was gone.
His small city, his artificial realm, was all that was left to him. There was nothing he could do now, his ship had been dismantled in order to create this life. Worse still there was nobody with which he could communicate, the HoloNet was down and those friends that he had had were gone as far as the droid knew. Thus he focused his efforts on advancing what was around him. The world was full of scrap that he could easily repurpose or repair in order to keep his city running.
This was a galaxy of destruction, and the beings within it only lent themselves to the entropy. That was why he was here, he had come to try and help. He had come to give them the peace that they had wanted, yet this was the result. He sometimes wondered if there had been any other way. If he had just acted sooner could this all have been avoided?
His minions, mindless droids who simply walked about doing their jobs and keeping an eye out for unknowns. Today was little different from the previous weeks, a few droid bodies were found and sent to the small foundry to see if they were able to function before being repaired or added to another droid. The monotony would have irritated Ultimatum, if he had not lost his feelings a long time ago.
[member="Break"] [member="Jamie Pyne"]
His small city, his artificial realm, was all that was left to him. There was nothing he could do now, his ship had been dismantled in order to create this life. Worse still there was nobody with which he could communicate, the HoloNet was down and those friends that he had had were gone as far as the droid knew. Thus he focused his efforts on advancing what was around him. The world was full of scrap that he could easily repurpose or repair in order to keep his city running.
This was a galaxy of destruction, and the beings within it only lent themselves to the entropy. That was why he was here, he had come to try and help. He had come to give them the peace that they had wanted, yet this was the result. He sometimes wondered if there had been any other way. If he had just acted sooner could this all have been avoided?
His minions, mindless droids who simply walked about doing their jobs and keeping an eye out for unknowns. Today was little different from the previous weeks, a few droid bodies were found and sent to the small foundry to see if they were able to function before being repaired or added to another droid. The monotony would have irritated Ultimatum, if he had not lost his feelings a long time ago.
[member="Break"] [member="Jamie Pyne"]