*SCANNING.... REPORTS SHOWING SIGNS OF STRONG ORGANIC LIFE IN AREA...
STARTING SECONDARY SCAN... NO ELEMENT ZERO DRIVES RUNNING...
Assessment: AREA CONTAINS A LEVEL OF DANGER, POSSIBLY TARGET.......
RESUMING SENTINAL SCANS..CURRENT TEMPERATURE REMAINING AT 31.7 C*
“It is hotter than Quarian stripper out here!” Tanis said aloud as he scanned the read outs ARIA had provided him.
Quickly followed was the odd chime that ARIA made when she didn’t understand something he had said, “Apologizes Collector Tanis, I am unacquainted with the concept. Are not Quarian’s required to were their envirosuits at all times for fear of infection? An Asari stripper should appear the more sensual to your race.’
He huffed, “ARIA it isn’t logic that runs that statement, it would be interesting to see a Quarian stripper BECAUSE they are rarely seen outside of their suits. It is the items forbidden that drive organics.” He paused waiting for a response, but he knew she was busy processing the data for later use.
His simple statement now explained, he looked about the area with a sense of déjà vu. These ruins reminded him of Tuchanka, the Krogan home world. It was jungle like, with ruins of a people that had long been absent or had become long forgotten. The eerie light in the distance gave a slight green glow to the area, projecting a feeling of a haunted location that would make any playwright proud.
“ARIA, adjust the SWEEP visor to filter out this green, don’t want to overlook our ‘Clock Work Man’ if his skin is a simple shade of green.” Tanis said with a grin on his face. ARIA while useful sometimes had to be goaded into running scans she thought were unrequired. His poke at her initial scans set off a field of probes that ranged from x-ray to ultraviolet.
Tanis shifted into a squat testing the ground, his black and red multi-plated Mantis combat armor plates pale from the green lighting reflecting off the clear coat of the ablative ceramic chest pieces. It often wondered why he could have color adjusting or cloaking devices on his armor, but the tech wizards said it would interfere with his amp. They all knew that would be enough to shut him up about the constant nagging and questioning. The ground was firm, not what he expected from the initial look of the area; however it seemed that there was an underlying roadwork of stone beneath the dirt that had gathered.
He lifted himself up from a the crouch, patting his pistol at his side. Mentally he went over his payload the next target would face. His Pinnacle T-23 Heavy Pistol, his Storm Blade, his element zero shield, five compact grenades and his newly acquired Accursed Blade. He wasn’t quite sure he knew how to use it correctly, but he would be damned if he wasn’t going to try.
He took in a deep breath, listening to the light whirr of his visor, “ARIA show me who I am facing once more.” She quickly responded filling his visor with clear blue text.
Name: CLOCK WORK MAN
Wavelength Operations: 21.4 FPK
Reasons for Capture: CLASSIFIED TECHNOLOGY
He blinked a few times, taking in all of the information once more. Automaton, like a reaper husk or like a rogue A.I.? An inventor at that, he cringed behind his visor remembering the time he tracked down a Salarian mech tinker. Awful experience, nearly lost his left arm in the process.
“Alright ARIA, shift the scans to my flanks, I guess we are going on an old fashioned hunt.” He began to take simple strides forward, seeking out the Clock Work Man.