"You're the one that suggested everyone ran." He quickly tugged some bandages from the fallen pack of another soldier and quickly wrapped his hand. "But we have bigger problems." Whatever that was it was close and there was nobody else to respond to it. That suggested to him that there wasn't anybody left at all. So, what had killed them all? Some new weapon? Had something come along to scavenge bodies? Somehow, he had a feeling that they didn't want to be out here amongst the dead when it came scavenging. Didn't want to smell like the dead either.
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Although he regretted the loss of life it was -he supposed- a poetic justice for the pirates to die in such a way. He heard the call. The only problem was that the devastation of firepower that had been rained down on him left the comms absolutely useless and he was unable to respond or to even update the captain on the situation here. Which meant that he would have no warning about the parasite and the extreme danger that it was going to pose to anyone that it came on contact with. He would just need to hold on and hope for the best. Maybe there was still a chance to prevent the worst from coming true.
It only took a blink to activate thermal imaging to see through the smoke and mist to find his targets and when he did, he took a few more well aimed shots at them without the pressure of being fired at in return. It was just a shame about the synthetic skin being so damaged to reveal the tungsten alloy shell beneath. It would take some time for the nanobots to repair, and the humans always tended to be quite uncomfortable with it. They didn't like it when things were different or unfamiliar to them. "I was designed to withstand battle with Terrormorphs. Your efforts are wasted." He didn't bother with more warnings. They had plenty of them and had not been swayed. He was now authorized to kill to preserve the life of his crew.
"Does saving humans upset you?" He didn't see quite what she was getting at. Most of the time he had a hard time understanding how the human mind seemed to work so illogically. Prying open the weapons locker with bare hands and synthetic strength he grabbed one of the EM rifles and handed it over to her while grabbing another for himself. "We'll use these to deal with the crew." It was harmless and perhaps far more than what the doctor deserved, but he would try to preserve life where he could. "When you're ready." He flipped the switch on the side to activate it, though he suspected it wouldn't be much use against the terrormorphs.
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Legion rider
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"I wasn't aware that humans considered questions to be 'sentimental'." He truly failed to understand the human thought process sometimes. He settled in so that he might be able to stitch himself back up to the best of his ability. Just because she did not react badly didn't mean the others of her kind would. "To find a new directive." Although he wasn't sure he would be welcomed so to speak. They must try to scrap him for his technology in hopes that they could use it against the UC.
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