Vigilant
Lord of Junk
Vigilant had finally decided it was time to leave. His master had built him for a reason, the destruction of his brother. Two created for the sole intent of fighting until one was dead. That was their role and Vigilant was at peace with it. It helped that he was the one destined to survive. His superiority was built into the very plan for him. His victory was set in the unchanging stone of programming. He was going to win.
He had decided that it was time to put the plan into motion. He had taken his master's old Z-95, where the man had gotten it Vigilant did not know. It was in good condition and was running better than he had anticipated. Now he had transport and he had a place to go to. A planet named Mugg Fallow, a world that Vigilant had only recently learned of. He had many places that he could go to, but this one was out of the way and far from his master. He needed time to begin planning the next attack. He needed time to prepare for conflict.
His master would likely not understand, but this was a necessary step. He needed to be stronger, not because of fear of losing to his brother, but because of the galaxy. He would win, but he needed to be ready to face a galaxy that would not understand his purpose. He would have to fight through those who did not understand him so that he may reach his destiny. They would know, even if it took centuries, they would know that he was here to save them. His brother was the ultimate threat.
He came into the system and looked in awe at the ring of ships that surrounded the planet. Most seemed to be in a horrible state of repair, but he could not tell very well from so far away from the planet. He began preparing to land on the surface first. There would be a good place to spend time in thought. He did not need any people to bother him at this time.
He had decided that it was time to put the plan into motion. He had taken his master's old Z-95, where the man had gotten it Vigilant did not know. It was in good condition and was running better than he had anticipated. Now he had transport and he had a place to go to. A planet named Mugg Fallow, a world that Vigilant had only recently learned of. He had many places that he could go to, but this one was out of the way and far from his master. He needed time to begin planning the next attack. He needed time to prepare for conflict.
His master would likely not understand, but this was a necessary step. He needed to be stronger, not because of fear of losing to his brother, but because of the galaxy. He would win, but he needed to be ready to face a galaxy that would not understand his purpose. He would have to fight through those who did not understand him so that he may reach his destiny. They would know, even if it took centuries, they would know that he was here to save them. His brother was the ultimate threat.
He came into the system and looked in awe at the ring of ships that surrounded the planet. Most seemed to be in a horrible state of repair, but he could not tell very well from so far away from the planet. He began preparing to land on the surface first. There would be a good place to spend time in thought. He did not need any people to bother him at this time.