Zak
Irritation bled through in Zak's expression as he glared at Harley. Each time she was in his presence, the mismatched girl managed to push buttons he didn't even know he had. That, and the fact that she seemed to enjoy it made him begin to reconsider his little makeshift alliance with her.
"Hoodwinked? Ah'll show ye hoodwinked ye little-" The sudden sputter of mechanical sounds and robotic words cut Zak off just before he could kick off another rant. Looking over, it became clear the robotic sniper had finally resumed function. Well, as much function as it could with no arms or legs. After a moment of silent observance, swiftly followed by more snide remarks from the quick tongued girl, Zak stepped toward Marquise.
"Believe me 'little girl' if Ah wanted to scrap the bloody thing Ah would have. But silent heaps o' metal don't make fer very good intel." Zak looked back at Harley.
"Still, Ah don't see how any o' that is valuable to me. It's not like Ah can torture the answers out o' the bloody thing considerin robits don't feel." Zak scoffed.
"If all me technological know how wasn't stripped away, Ah might've hacked it...alas Ah'm as savvy as a bag o' doorknobs when it comes to tech. So how do ye suggest Ah get any worth out o' this thing?" A low strained groan escaped the golem as it finally fell onto its rear, the life and flames fading from its body. The rocky bits that made up the rest of its body crumbled to the ground in a heap leaving Marquise in a pile of ashes and charred stones. Kneeling down, pushing away a few rocks and brushing off the thin layer of dust from the worse for ware robot, Zak let Marquise get a real good look at him and Harley before giving the bot a ingenuous smile.
"Well hello there sleepy head. Ah see ye've finally decided to reboot er whatever yer lot does. Ah wouldn't worry too much about where ye are. Jus' sit pretty while we grown ups figure out what ye might be good fer other than as a paper weight." In all regards, Zak could have cared less about what intelligence or information the bot may have had. It's not like he really cared for the war since there would never be any real victory anyway. The only thing that interested him was the value Marquise may have had to Eos. Someone who would send a rescue party for something as valuable as Marquise was made out to be if he was indeed that important. Still, if Harley knew of some way to extract information from a machine, Zak was all ears. Otherwise, Marquise was as good as scrap.
"Ah suppose we could try askin nicely." The fiery haired angel looked down at Marquise.
"Oi mister robot...Tell us all the secrets o' yer queen an' Hyperion...please."B.E.A.S.T
Beast sat idly by the side of its master, silently looking at Miyu with its eyeless gaze as she laid motionless on the floor. The low ragged breathes that reverberated from its massive body were the only sound to quietly breach the lengthy silence and stillness that overtook the moment. Other then the slightly abnormal but ultimately healthy vital signs, there was no way for Beast to discern what was going through the mind of its host. It couldn't register or understand the suicidal behavior she was exhibiting either. It simply continued following its programing as it had been. The text that scrolled across her vision continued to monitor her, as well as Beast. Notably, it was less text than before, the data sitting relatively idle compared to earlier, just like the angel and her new
'friend'.
--Host behavior erratic--Cause unknown--Defect scans negative--Awaiting command--