Post by Amara on Feb 8, 2022 22:58:47 GMT -5
"Yeah. Yeah, no, it's tearing shit up. Bullets? Nah dude they ain't even denting it. Should really invest in energy one of these days; bullets can't even touch most advanced folks. So anyway, perm? The thing hasn't hurt anyone just yet but you KNOW I'll jump in if it does with or without- oh? I'm good? Cool. Talk to ya later." Well, THAT was going to get annoying right quick, but lucky for the pink-haired pretty boy that shall not be named, Amara hadn't needed to intervene up until now. Fortunate that her battle power of sixty-thousand would suffice, powering to max still put a massive strain on her still-recovering soul. The local law enforcement, to their credit, was trying. Not that it worked.
The assailant was a cylindrical-shaped android of some sort, a set of four tubular clawed arms writhing from the center, with a group of arachnid-like legs propelling the thing around. The pistols and rifles the cops were attempting to shoot it with did little than shatter the bullets or ricochet them into the nearby asphalt and storefronts. Said robot was ignoring the police, popping in and out of stores to store stolen money in a chest cavity that slammed shut after each register was plundered. Seemed like a lot of effort to put into a machine only meant for mid-tier thievery. Was it even netting any profit at this point?
Amara's holosword hissed as she summoned it from the aether once more, forearm sliding across the blade's flat as she approached the barricade line. Some of the higher-ups gave her a piercing gaze but otherwise stood down, aware of her permissions granted directly by the president. "Ey junker, over here!" Seemingly aware of Amara's presence, the machine stopped, center swiveling to face her. One of the arms elongated, swinging in a wide-sweeping arc to swat her away. "Uhm, no?" Amara appeared on the other side of the android with a flash, a few stray sparks racing down her body. "Now, are you piloted or automated? Either way could give some good clues to the origin point." Gauging the reaction could help in determining whether she should hack the thing or not.
The assailant was a cylindrical-shaped android of some sort, a set of four tubular clawed arms writhing from the center, with a group of arachnid-like legs propelling the thing around. The pistols and rifles the cops were attempting to shoot it with did little than shatter the bullets or ricochet them into the nearby asphalt and storefronts. Said robot was ignoring the police, popping in and out of stores to store stolen money in a chest cavity that slammed shut after each register was plundered. Seemed like a lot of effort to put into a machine only meant for mid-tier thievery. Was it even netting any profit at this point?
Amara's holosword hissed as she summoned it from the aether once more, forearm sliding across the blade's flat as she approached the barricade line. Some of the higher-ups gave her a piercing gaze but otherwise stood down, aware of her permissions granted directly by the president. "Ey junker, over here!" Seemingly aware of Amara's presence, the machine stopped, center swiveling to face her. One of the arms elongated, swinging in a wide-sweeping arc to swat her away. "Uhm, no?" Amara appeared on the other side of the android with a flash, a few stray sparks racing down her body. "Now, are you piloted or automated? Either way could give some good clues to the origin point." Gauging the reaction could help in determining whether she should hack the thing or not.
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