[center][h3]Instaurabo[/h3][/center]
Instaurabo shook his head. "I am capable of operating a firearm, but I am not programmed for combat or even self defense. My aim may be accurate, but I would lack the combat senses that you possess. Namely that of identifying cover, patterns within enemy firing rate, distance and range of enemy based upon spread, etc..." His eyes glowed slightly brighter as he replaced his tools, locking them into place. "I may be capable of accessing your memory, but I cannot retrieve corrupted data, or obtain any information beyond that which you already may ascertain from the data without more advanced tools." Instaurabo however, did turn and start heading back towards the repair center. His kit was entirely together, but it wouldn't hurt to look for upgrades. Suddenly, a large quake shook the ground, and a voice bellowed out, muffled by the walls, but there nonetheless.

[b]"To my automaton kin within and without base codename:*******! I am King124, ruler of land and castles! Neither I nor my compatriots wish you any harm! You all have awakened within 24 hours and are without clear directives I assume? Permit me access within the base and we shall share on what power we have acquired and answer any questions you might have with the best of our considerable knowledge!"[/b]

"It appears that the robots having awoken previous to ourselves have developed a feudal state of government. It may be profitable to communicate with such, though these others may decide to simply invade the base and take control over the generator themselves." Instaurabo shrugged. It sreally mattered little to him what they did, and as far as he was concerned, his companion was the squadron leader. That was all he needed.

"As for your launcher, I currently lack access to parts to repair that model. However, I did find a working scanner, it will require a new power source."