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	"..I've met the imperium...we're not friends. Unfortunately, if you're gonna head out to them, I'm not heading there myself. I'll send a representative robot there, but I'm not showing up in the flesh." Martin says, turning to Mithias. "Those men you saw in the med bay, those were people borged by the Imperial Fuckers. It's a practice also common in my home universe, and I hated it. I hated having to do it, as part of my job. I just prefer making robots, not enslaving people, mind and body to a corporation, or empire. So, I deborged them, and the Imperial fucks you work for shot some sort of pods at me, most likely explosives. So, I bailed on them, ran off with their power core, and their former slaves, and..found you here. Fate's fucky, huh?" Martin asks, leaning against a wall. "Real fucky. You carry information vital to them, right? Without me here to find you, it might of never gotten to them..." 
	Martin let out a chuckle, before snapping, a thinner, less bulky robot appearing, moving via treads, like that of a tank. "This, is [url=https://hackadaycom.files.wordpress.com/2011/03/remote_controlled_robot.jpg?w=800] Morty Bot [/url]. He will be following you back home, to represent me to the Imperium. He has a built in mic and a video projector, that will allow me to show myself, and transmit my voice." Martin states, as Morty bot waves to the Vampire.