Elteal's Story

Elteal must have stood out therefore, a robot roughly two feet shorter than most of the others walking around shopping, gallivanting, etc.

Painted white, with orange trim and camera shield, it looked decidedly female in its design even. It was gazing somewhat intensively at a fancy weapon of some kind in the window display of the store it was standing in front of.

Elteal continued to stare at the weapon. Upon a closer look, the robot was definitely supposed to be designed as a girl. She raised her right arm in front of her as she studied the blade, only to decide against doing what she was going to do, instead moving slightly to her right, using incredible speed to dive forwards and catch the falling man before he could hit the ground.

Elteal noticed the man she rescued jump...and hit the floor anyways. She quickly knelt by his side. She was so small compared to the two men.

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"I do hope you're okay!"

, her voice stated. It was high-pitched for sure, and had a bit of a valley girl vibe to it. A young teenager or princess sort of voice. Of course, it also had the robotic whirr to it that every robot had.

She was fortunately not designed to be a provocative female robot unlike most were however. Her design showed this, she looked more like a young girl than anything.

Elteal nodded.

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"Okay then! I'm a Light-Terrain, Leading Explorer robot, or an LT-LE model. But you can call me Elteal, or whatever else you deem appropriate that I approve of!"

She stood and backflipped before nailing the landing. A better overall look of her now revealed she was comprised of a black base with several white armor pieces placed on her, a breastplate, faulds, gauntlets, pauldrons, plackart, greaves, sabatons, and poleyns. Even a specially shaped plate covering for her assumed pelvic area (that ended up resembling something else entirely).

She was also notably cycloptic, a lone camera resting behind the orange translucent material that protected it. Her head accessories resembled pigtails, and were somewhat adorable. She glanced to the mage who was quite sensible.

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"He was scared, wasn't he? He shouldn't be though, I don't hurt THAT much."

, she stated with emphasis on "that", delivered in an almost rudimentary teasing tone.

Elteal responded.

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"Oh! I don't kill innocents. I do take it upon myself to help others, and if it means killing threats, then I do brandish weapons. But I haven't shown anything, so I don't quite understand what exactly you think I have."

She had a point. It wasn't mentioned what weapons she had or hadn't. Her armoring was clear however, and it made her very feminine in design.

Elteal nodded.

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"Of course I'm noble. It wouldn't do for me to go around wrecking things just because I can. An irresponsible use of my programs and features! And I won't bring anything out unless needed. Although if you have a weapon, I would like to see it."

Elteal almost seemed to be disappointed by the sight.

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"Ah...I see. A nice knife. But very basic. Won't be useful around here. Although it might have properties unknown, I wouldn't be able to tell."

Elteal looked to the magical sword and studied intently.

Again, as she had done earlier, she raised her right arm as it started glowing, and her color scheme began to change. Any part of her colored orange changed to a blue very similar to the blade the young mage was swinging, and the white colored armor gained a blue tint to it's otherwise colorless manner.

When the spectacle was finished, she lowered her right arm again, as the blue colors vanished, reverting to her original white with orange color scheme.

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"That is a neat weapon, Kylethas! Mind if I borrow it? Well, I kind of already did."

She giggled here, a robotic giggle, but one not unlike a teenage girl, as per her voice, her left hand moving up to cover the location where her mouth would be if she was actually human.

Elteal proved him wrong then as she changed her colors back into the blue scheme they were a moment ago. Her right hand transformed, forming a perfect replica (albeit smaller given her size) of his magical blade. She also ran her left hand over it as she watched his movements with her lone camera eye, the shape altering in a perfect mimic of his motions.

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"But I did borrow it, so in essence, I guess I proved you wrong on at least one count there."

, she stated, sounding somewhat smug, as if stating as fact to get under his skin for her own amusement. It was rather adorable though.

Elteal held the sword steady. It was a perfect replica, and responded equally to the original, as the original. The only significant difference was it's size, as it conformed to match Elteal's smaller dimensions, meaning it was smaller than his.

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"It's a perfect copy. I can copy any weapon or gadget I observe, and give myself a perfect replica with traits mirroring the original. I just need to see the weapon, and then I can emulate it should I choose."

She turned to look at Sol.

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"I detect an arcane presence surrounding his blade, and since I copy it exactly, mine is therefore arcane as well. So you can safely assume it is magical in nature."

She refused to stab the man.

Elteal reverted her color scheme in a flashy show that was over as quickly as it began.

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"That makes for three now. I cannot copy more than eight at once, otherwise, I need to overwrite space in my programs to compensate, which means I must remove old powers once I hit that cap. It's plenty enough for now though, which means, like, it's super awesome and stuff!"

She struck a pose that would've carried a wink with it if she could. However, she couldn't wink, as she lacked the required parts.

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"Don't be too sore though. It's an awesome weapon, and I can like, use it a lot when I challenge n'er-do-wells."

Elteal was extremely cheery right now.

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"Of course, I'm elated, and teasing you both is fun. But I should probably go now, I was originally going to do something before I got sidetracked. Perhaps we'll meet again! See you later!"

She immediately took off running at a fast pace, leaping and bounding occasionally off of benches and cars.

Rushing down the street as fast as she could, a small robot was limping, her entire structure occasionally being riddled with an electrical haze and shock that did indeed seem to hurt her immensely every time. Occasionally, she looked back to see the thugs chasing her. They appeared to be individuals trying to scavenge what they could from the massive invasion that happened recently, and a damaged robot would be a great set up for parts and money.

Taking position behind a parked vehicle, she leaned around it as her left hand transformed into a cannon that began firing small orange beams. Narrow gouts of energy streamed out of it as the shots hit the thugs, significantly hurting them and disabling them for the time. She quickly returned to fleeing best as she could despite being wracked by the energy, her arm cannon returning to a normal arm and hand again.

With some quiet mutterings from her higher pitched teenage inspired voice, she approached a small shop simply labeled as Xanatos Computing. With a quick scan of the location, she figured they'd be able to help her, and thus ran to the door, entering the shop. Once inside, she began faltering to a particularly large static shock that forced her to the floor. Her black body and white armored plates were damaged and burned, and her orange paint trimming was chipping. The orange lens of her camera eye was also cracked.

From the floor, another shock actually produced a shriek of panic from her as she fell to her side. The robot now in the main room of the shop looked feminine and was definitely built more for reconnaissance activities or those related, as opposed to utility, service, or combat. She was around four-and-a-half feet tall, and looked like she was unable to pull herself up.

"Adam, a visitor" said a computerized, feminine voice on the second floor of the shop building as the robot entered, "Thank you Absilon, I'll be right down." The wheelchair bound man was just making it out of the elevator when he heard the electronic shriek from the machine and he quickly wheeled his way over to it.

"What happened to you?" he murmured, reaching for a sturdy, extendable grabber he kept on his chair for things he couldn't easily reach. Unlike most cheap implements of this variety, his could be used to reliable pick up tools and other components he might need while working.

He gave the 'bot a few light prods to see if she would respond before attempting to turn her over to get a better look at her.

She wasn't able to move herself too well, merely pulling herself up onto all fours for a brief moment before she collapsed again onto her back. "Something...inside. Several errors in processing..." Another static shock ran through and over her body. "Those thugs had...a unique weapon. It fired what I can...only identify as a virus...of some kind. Systems are...failing."

The robot was fully aware and sentient it seemed, not something entirely common. It's camera that served as its eye, located behind the orange shield, continued to move about, focusing on everything around her, as if taking in the surroundings. Looking at the extending grabbing tool, she reached her right arm forward, its form transforming like a liquid metal to match a smaller sized version that fit her smaller form; the implement in question replaced her hand and forearm. The sturdier construction would allow her to try and use it as a method of pulling herself up, though to no avail, and color changing parts on her took on a neutral color matching the color of the device. The colors flickered however, indicating she was having trouble keeping it active.

"Core components safe...non-essential components corrupted to high levels..."

Adam reached out to try to get ahold of her he could to lift her up, try to get her over to his work bench, assuming of course she wasn't too heavy for him to lift into his lap to get over there in the first place. "Absilon, boot up some aggressive ICPs and an Azimuth back file." he instructed as she careful maneuvered the damaged robot onto his work bench.

There was a small ding and he grabbed a thumb drive with the request programs. "Have you got a port on you?" he asked, searching for a place to upload the Intrusion Countermeasure Programs and a high end system monitor program. He'd like to get some preliminary system cleaning underway before he tried connecting her to his system.

She was heavy enough, but was light enough to sit on his lap as though a large box filled with electronics. On his lap, she'd wrap her arms around him to ensure she was balanced, and that any shock that occurred would not send her back to the floor. Once onto the work bench, she tried to lie as still as she could. "There are...eight ports..."

Clicking sounds could be heard as she flipped herself onto her side as a compartment on her nape opened to reveal two small ports. Her lower back also flipped open to reveal four ports, and the plate covering her pelvic area flipped open to reveal two ports. The areas were located away from common target areas on her body, likely a design choice to ensure that any important attached devices and programs were somewhat protected from danger. All of the ports in the lower back slot were occupied by what seemed to be other connections. One of the connected devices was labeled TOOLS, and the other, SMART, and both had stickers indicative of something saying DO NOT REMOVE. The other two slots in the lower back were occupied by a large connected device that required both slots. It read LEARN - CHARM - EMOTE - VOICE, and similarly had a DO NOT REMOVE label. The pelvic slots were both unoccupied, and one of the nape slots was unoccupied, though the other slot was occupied by a red and grey device that wasn't labeled, and didn't appear to match any of the other specifics of her programming.

Three ports thus were open to accepting his connecting device. She did her best to hold still on her side to let him do what he needed to fix the issue.

Adam plugged in the drive in one of the open ports. "I'm uploading some Intrusion Countermeasure Programs, they should be able to neutralize the virus or at least slow it down till I can get some heavy duty software in there." he said, examining the red and grey device.

"Can you tell me what this device is?" he asked, pointing to it, "If it's not important I'd like to remove it so that whatever is your systems can't get a foothold there and bury itself inside other code." He was typing on a nearby keyboard with one hand as he talked, checking on any information he might have on her manufacture or model type. If not he was sending his programs into an unknown system without as much information as might be needed to solve the problem.

"What? There's...something there?" She seemed to not know. Her model type and manufacturer came up empty, left to an unknown designer. When he mentioned the countermeasures, it seemed to ease her a bit however. "...thanks!"

The small device looked foreign enough, and was shocking to the touch.

It happened so suddenly, one minute she was resting in an abandoned house and the next second explosions rocked the city with sounds of gunfire echoing throughout the city. Underneath the rubble of the once former house, a figure moved some rocks off of herself and dusted the plates of her armor. Looking around she noticed that many other houses were blown up and in the very far distance she could see ships flying in the distance.

The figure known as Hadriel concluded that a war had broke out, it was clear that the defenders won but now came the problems. What surrounded her was more destruction and a few figures either looting destroyed houses or running off with bags full of stolen items. She tried to chase them but she fell down due to a damaged leg, it seemed that her leg had taken one of the many explosives. Of course she was a Android, but she could feel the pain from the damage.

Carefully standing back up, she slowly made her way through the suburbs looking for anyone that needed assistance. Thankfully it seemed that the area was evacuated before the fighting escalated to this area. Once she determined that she did not need to help anyone, she looked around for some sort of building to find refuge in to repair her damaged leg. She soon spotted a building known as Xanatos Computing and entered the building. "Excuse me, if there is anyone in here may I please stay in here for the time being?" Hadriel called out.