[h3][color=#AA6A39]Guardian 78[/color][/h3]
[sup]Location: Gorbals, Glasgow, Scotland[/sup]
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[color=82ca9d][right][sup]Initiating Communication_ 
//Frequency Loop: Good
//Self-Test: Good
//SVS: ERROR_ Unable To Locate GPS
Searching For Signal_ [/sup][/right][/color]For those that knew of 78's existence, they knew that the Cyborg had a routine. There were times and places that the 78 could be found in, though none knew why they were there nor what they were doing exactly. This was one of those times. More than a few people in the rations line turned their heads toward a small side-street when the time came, their expectant eyes scanning for motion, for they could hear the whirring and soft scraping already. 

No, it wasn't the fact that it was loud that helped them hear it, more that it was familiar, distinctive, and just loud enough to pick out from the din of the crowd. When the triad of softly glowing lights appeared at the end of the shadowy side street, a few people began to shuffle about as if getting into formation. With a sigh, a pudgy pink man put an arm around his daughter, and gently moved her along, mumbling, [color=BDBDBD]"About that time again."[/color] 
[color=BDBDBD]"Daddy, what do you think it's doing?"[/color] Asked the girl.
[color=BDBDBD]"Hell if you'll see me askin' it. Jus' stay out the way."[/color]

Guardian 78 marched toward the crowd purposefully with mechanical smoothness. A small divide had formed in the crowd, more or less a straight line, that led to something of a clear pocket in the group. 78 usually marched through the line, past the people, uncaring of who they bumped into or what they stepped on. But of course, this was another one of those days that 78 bumped into someone that didn't know the routine. This particular Someone stood in the fairly empty space the crowd had vacated, equal parts oblivious and defiant. He was a man of the light haired and sturdy variety, that looked to be more mass and muscle than common sense, and he did nothing to prove the assumption wrong. 78 came shoulder to shoulder with the man, nearly toppling him.

[color=BDBDBD]"What the--"[/color] shouted the startled man, [color=BDBDBD]"Useless hunk of trash-- hey!"[/color] 78 stopped where they stood as the man had moved to block their path. It seemed he was the type looking for any excuse to fight. Such a sentiment was understandable, due to the fact they were all caged like animals, most forced to labor, and people were generally too stressed to properly function. This man, in his "last straw" form of fury, decided to take his aggression out on 78, as an act of foolishness or perhaps bravery. With two hands forward, he gave 78 a shove and two things happened then. First, a few people in the crowd turned their attention toward the brewing conflict, then made sure to spread out further away from it. Second, the man only succeeded in pushing himself back and away from 78, making himself look rather silly, as 78 proved to be as unmovable as a wall in that moment.
[color=82ca9d][right][sup]Acquiring Target_ SYSTEM CONFLICT
//[color=ed1c24]PACIFIST PROTOCOLS ENGAGED[/color] 
#CODE 17 ::Hostility Requirements_ Not%Met::
Checking _
[/sup][/right][/color]78 beeped a low tone twice at the bewildered and suddenly red-faced gentleman. 78's head tilted slightly to the side and they played a recording of the man's voice back, [color=#AA6A39]"Useless hunk of trash."[/color] His eyes widened and once more he heard himself, through the Cyborg's audio, [color=#AA6A39]"Useless hunk of trash."[/color] As suddenly sweating man retreated a step, 78 played the audio more slowly, then louder, then a third time with a spliced in audio clip--
	 [color=#AA6A39]"Useless hunk of--[/color][i]SS%Z##Z&ZZT[/i][color=#AA6A39]-- Meat."[/color]