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The machine’s head turned, attention redirecting towards [b]Alaerin [/b]as he posed the question about its sensorial capabilities. For a beat, it remained silent, its internal algorithms weighing why an irregular, in a province so far away from the metropolitan capital of the ‘Empire’ would have knowledge about what some of the more specialist units possessed. Yet, the excitement, or better said ‘geeking out’ he showed ameliorated the result which Von Mackstein I’s processing unit arrived.

In the next beat, the machine answered, propping the stock of its carbine against the sand and leaning slightly towards it in human fashion. [color=bc8dbf]“Those tools are reserved for the specialists units, the [b]Sturmtruppen[/b], Herr Storm.”[/color] The war-relic answered the sword-wielding human, its artificial tone respectable, but nevertheless professional. [color=bc8dbf]“While there was a lingering consideration of requesting specialists support, I’ve decided against it for not squandering resources in this breakaway, arid province. No one knows when the next ‘putsch’ might be attempted.”[/color]

Turning its attention to the other gas wearing machines, once more there was a series of beeps and blips. To which, at the end of it, the five all said in unison. [b]“DOWN.”[/b] Their voice modulators having no inflection, no tone, even more mechanical-like than the commanding unit. They were constructs made for simpler purposes.

[color=bc8dbf]“The Fusilier units have been instructed to utter such vocalization before opening fire.”[/color] The Automata concluded, giving Alaerin a nod.

Its mechanical arms moved, pulling the carbine from the sand and holding with both hands once more, barrel pointing at the sand. The machine gave both [b]Silus[/b] and [b]AnoYi[/b] an appraising gaze, or at least, as much as it could pass for one behind the crimson ceramic lenses of the gas mask, noting their beastkin nature. [color=bc8dbf]“New phenotypes amongst the ‘Empire’ citizenship. Recording into log for posterior analysis.”[/color] It said to no-one in particular, but rather a self-observation.

[color=bc8dbf]“Tomb raiding is certainly not something neither my men nor I have practiced before.”[/color] It now addressed AnoYi, an audible hum leaving its voice modulators. [color=bc8dbf]“But we have assaulted enough separatists strongholds: basements, building, bunkers. The fact that a tomb was chosen as their hideout will not hamper the troop's performance.”[/color] Confidence without a doubt. 

Then, focusing on Silus himself, there was a shaking of its metallic head. [color=bc8dbf]“Every single hand is needed for the peace-keeping efforts. Unity means order, and order is absolute.”[/color] The Automata delivered the propaganda-like line, almost like a State-issued mantra, not picking up on the joke.

Finally, its attention was drawn towards the human Chef. [color=bc8dbf]“Excellent. Fresh food, rather than issued rations, will keep the organic irregulars’ morale high. Be sure to vocalize when it is the moment for resting...”[/color] Then, leaning a bit forward, the crimson lenses stared more intently at the beady, black orbs. [color=bc8dbf]“... a visit to the sickbay upon our return is mandated.”[/color] It added.