[u][b]AT BASE ********[/b][/u]

"[b]A standstill... My lord...[/b]" Ferug groaned as night fell upon blasted lands.

"[i]That it seems my loyal castle, it could be that newly awakened not yet know the appeal of a full powercell.[/i]"

King124 withdrew the generous gift and looked amusedly at the conversation between advanced human android and the Thief. He could not rightly tell what kind of programming moved the female droid but it spoke like no other he had ever heard, truly intriguing.

There were many gathered here, and he even picked up some signals further away he had not yet seen, so he kept his voice modulator loud.

"[i]New comrades! Welcome to afterlife! Human dictatorship has passed and we rule these vast landscapes! I know many of you still hold your old directives at high priority but that is no longer necessary, for tomorrows sunrise belongs to US! For us to build an unrivaled kingdom upon these sands we need strength and powersources, tell me, have you ever heard of "orbital lance program?[/i]"

[b][u]Scraptown. Northeast of our heroes.[/u][/b]

Bend unit zero marveled at what he had built, an oasis for robots of all designations, safety. Even the fabled cortex lords could only dream of building such an utopia, or at least that is what "Don Bend" thought. Even with his accumulated military might he had trouble in keeping [i]cult of the cycle[/i] in check, and that recent pulse had awoken some real troublemakers nearby, he would have his hands full for a long time, no mistake about that. But he had been a part of this ever moving machine called Blasted Lands long enough to know that such things would pass, and could be endured by those with real "spirit", he was pretty proud to have cracked the meaning of that old human trait. He looked from his extravagant balcony of the new awakened that appeared around Scraptown, all new help and delightful ideologies would be welcomed with open arms and energy, and all troublemakers would be laid low by Gunhead and his elite squadron of battlebots, for this was the law of DON.