Science & Other Extreme Sports [SPLIT]

Fascinating. So he'd adapted a virus? No small feat; even Curie would've been hard pressed to undertake such a feat of engineering. Not that she doubted she'd be successful, of course... but it would be challenging. A little. 

Another thing that would prove to be challenging was blocking Korado's attack. With a raised arm coated in metalic glue, Curie raised it against his fist- but soon found that her own power was rather quite insufficient in protecting her from danger. The familiar crack of electricity rang through the streets as the plating covering Curie's arm erupted into a shower of sparks- significant damage to her chassis. Tsk.

She needed some distance- slicking the ground behind her with her goo, Curie slid back like a skater, nursing her damaged arm. She looked up with a scowl, annoyed at the prospect of future maintenance.

"Work with the Tuffles? Inquiry: Do you know who I am?" with her good arm, she tapped her chest. "I am a Destron Droid built by Doctor Satsuma. Assumption: He did not take the ban on Destron Cores too seriously. I have worked with you before... and it was rather unpleasant."

Indeed, Curie was quite the scandal when she'd first escaped; Destron tech wasn't exactly smiled upon by the Tuffle populace, and allowing her to escape with such invaluable stuff was highly dangerous. Not to mention the destruction she would incur if she ever were to explode. She'd have made a second Destron crag.

Fortunately, she'd been a maintenance robot before she'd augmented herself, and keeping herself from imploding was a trivial task for a mechanical mind as adept as hers. Still, the threat was always present; it was very like the Tuffles to build something mundane with something dangerous, to fail to understand the implications of their creations before they overzealously threw themselves into them. There was hardly a group of people who disappointed Curie more than the ones who made her.

She could not, however, deny their capabilities; it would help her personal studies immensely if she didn't need to scavenge for resources.

"Unlike biologicals, however, I am not influenced by petty grudges or squabbles. Sincerity: The advancement of knowledge quells my boredom. Admission: I would be willing to work with your kind again. But-" The disparate goo spread across the battlefield sharpened once again, flying inwards at Korado from all angles!

"-you will need to sweeten the deal."

Still reeling from her revelation, Curie listened along to Korado's explanation with half-interest. Even in the haze of her foggy processors, however, she discerned an interesting tidbit of information; the winner of the war was already decided. Strange. The Tuffles were quite thoroughly outgunned, and she didn't take them to be the type to concede victory so seamlessly. Was there a variable she'd overlooked? An under-the-counter deal? It would be an impressive plan... under biological standards, anyways.

"That does sound more pleasant then a mindless brawl. Admittance: You have good sense."

All things considered... it wasn't a bad outcome. Not for her, anyway. She couldn't say the same for her friend, but... perhaps it was fate. Curie was a machine, of course; she believed in no such abstractions of reality as 'fate,' and yet, the pieces of the puzzle fell into place far too fluidly for her to overlook. A source for further inquiry.

Upon Korado's request, Curie delivered a curt nod, using her sludge to motion in the general direction of the newly-completed battle. "Yes. Let us see what remains."

Floating upon a liquid-metal construct, Curie began her trek to the battleground. "This way. Justification: There is something necessary there for completing the request of a friend."



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