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Unknown Space
The captain of the stealth cruiser situated himself into a vacant seat, he gave a few final orders, "Broadcast images of our planet, native species, plant life and a landing video. Continue to relay our message." The marine guard loaded, and the large transport ship hovered for a moment before quickly leaving the small hanger bay, the remaining gun ships quickly followed suit. They flew in a loose formation, each gunship acting as. Type of shield. Onboard the transport, the captain waited patiently. Most organics would argue that robotics could not feel, if this was true why was its mind processing what would happen at his death, how it would happen who would notice. Nervous maybe? They never really knew what to call it.

The ships came yo a slow as they circled the much larger alien ship. Their small shuttles lazily drifting hoping to find a landing zone. If only they could understand. Their language or even the other way around. If they had more sound bites of them speaking they could decipher their language.

The second fleet, waited omniously, the Goliath class ship its spear head, weapons armed and ready. Each ship was in utter silence. Not a program chirped. If war was upon them, they hoped it would be quick and decisive.

Maw's surface

FM0322, was finally completed, it's mind was incredibly advanced and it's body stronger than any produced before. It was a warrior to the core, designed to kill efficiently and quickly. Programmed with the most up-to-date knowledge on military etiquette, drills, and tactics. FM0322 took its first step, then another, and another. They were not shakey, nor were they wobbly but perfect. The robotic strode down the corridor, acting as if it had always belonged. While walking something curious happend. "This world is both new and familiar to me. I can not learn anything from it, yet everything I see I have never experienced before." it was referring yo itself in the first person maybe a factory glitch, or.. It could be the main programmer. The elusive monarch always personally programmed its advisors, and such sometimes put unique traits in each one. FM0322 was one such thing. It was the military commander for maw, and all its forces...

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