Pessimum. Pretty much the most lawless planet in the entire galaxy. Long abandoned by the United Earth Government, the dusty brown planet was where low-lifes like pirates, slavers and such came to trade and find work. Some too considered it home. With its surface littered with small towns here and there, it was a hive of criminal activity. It was also the number one place to find easy money.
That was why SILAS was here. His ship, the Rising Phoenix cruised past the many ships and space stations orbiting the planet and headed for land. The manta ray-shaped ship easily sped through the dusty air that was Pessimum's atmosphere and headed to one of the many spaceports. SILAS' advanced photoreceptor eyes kept a lookout for possible hostile contacts.
The ship gently touched down on the rusty metal, spewing a cloud of dust up in the air. SILAS pushed a button, and the ramp of his ship slowly opened, and he walked out. He stepped out into the hot and dry weather of the planet, the sun shining off his metallic body. Standing at an imposing 7'3'', he certainly looked like someone you did not want to mess with. Plus, he was covered in titanium-reinforced kevlar armour. His metallic feet made heavy clanking noises as he walked. He detected several nasty-looking men who looked like those 19th century pirates. And they were running away. From him.
'Heh, fucking pussies.' SILAS thought, his inbuilt cameras snapping pictures of them. He continued, until his sensors detected someone clearing his throat.
"Hey, you SILAS?" He asked, in an unsure tone. "I was told you were a robot and really tall." SILAS whirled around, and saw a small man who was probably more than two feet shorter than him.
"No, I'm GLaDOS," SILAS said, sarcastically. The man looked confused, before saying, "Oh, okay then. Wrong person." With that, the man turned and started to walk away.
SILAS facepalmed. "Of course I'm SILAS! I'm pretty much the only robot here!" Indeed, there were only biological creatures as far as SILAS could see.
The man turned around. "Oh. I see. Listen, I'm the one who requested for your help."
That was why SILAS was here. His ship, the Rising Phoenix cruised past the many ships and space stations orbiting the planet and headed for land. The manta ray-shaped ship easily sped through the dusty air that was Pessimum's atmosphere and headed to one of the many spaceports. SILAS' advanced photoreceptor eyes kept a lookout for possible hostile contacts.
The ship gently touched down on the rusty metal, spewing a cloud of dust up in the air. SILAS pushed a button, and the ramp of his ship slowly opened, and he walked out. He stepped out into the hot and dry weather of the planet, the sun shining off his metallic body. Standing at an imposing 7'3'', he certainly looked like someone you did not want to mess with. Plus, he was covered in titanium-reinforced kevlar armour. His metallic feet made heavy clanking noises as he walked. He detected several nasty-looking men who looked like those 19th century pirates. And they were running away. From him.
'Heh, fucking pussies.' SILAS thought, his inbuilt cameras snapping pictures of them. He continued, until his sensors detected someone clearing his throat.
"Hey, you SILAS?" He asked, in an unsure tone. "I was told you were a robot and really tall." SILAS whirled around, and saw a small man who was probably more than two feet shorter than him.
"No, I'm GLaDOS," SILAS said, sarcastically. The man looked confused, before saying, "Oh, okay then. Wrong person." With that, the man turned and started to walk away.
SILAS facepalmed. "Of course I'm SILAS! I'm pretty much the only robot here!" Indeed, there were only biological creatures as far as SILAS could see.
The man turned around. "Oh. I see. Listen, I'm the one who requested for your help."