There was no music in this case. No, just an entrance. Flying through the cosmos, hurtling past the stratosphere like a bat out of hell, something akin to silver fireball flung down and down and down, until it landed dead center in the middle of the ‘ring’ provided. Having done a sort of turn and flip mid-flight, the Synthetic Monster known as Ultron had quite literally landed. Still was the robot for a few moments, it’s features dark until a light blink of red from the thing slit based eyes of the robot literally winked to life. A loud constant shift if metal could be heard and seen as the synthetic rose from its mostly kneeled position and peered up. In depth motion sensors picked up the cause of this Appetizer before the main course and the Synthetic peered upward towards the sky, metal hands clenched into fists.
“Hmph.”
Its very posturing, even for a robot, conveyed a sense of annoyance. Would it secretly revel in the combat about to be engaged? Yes, very, but that didn’t mean the antics before and during and after would be enjoyed one bit. The seven foot six inch battle ready platform did both an inner and outer ‘checklist’ of its own body. Stratospheric entry was not something it hadn’t done before, but it was good to ensure everything was working while doing it. Joints, specifically on the knees and elbows were shifted constantly and rolled or twisted lightly. Arms moved back occasionally to check the physical inner functioning of the chest and lower waste level and as one final sweep, the head was rolled on its shoulders. This quick and simple movement, along with a full systems check inwardly ensured nothing was damaged or weakened upon planetary entrance. This was good, it would assure max power was up to snuff against what the Synthetic was facing.
Arms shifting, crossed over each other, the platforms sights continued to lay upward, towards the general vicinity of were the Lucha dreadnaught had been set. Ultron could not see the thing, no, not clearly from it’s current point BUT it didn’t have to. The loud proclamation that could breach orbit told the Synthetic just what was up there, and a wild hunch that basically told it whatever it was waiting for would come from it was MOST LIKELY true. Regardless, Ultron waited, it pondered, and it metaphorically glowed with a sort of battle lust based RAGE for what was to become. Most importantly; it clicked in impatience.
“Hmph.”
Its very posturing, even for a robot, conveyed a sense of annoyance. Would it secretly revel in the combat about to be engaged? Yes, very, but that didn’t mean the antics before and during and after would be enjoyed one bit. The seven foot six inch battle ready platform did both an inner and outer ‘checklist’ of its own body. Stratospheric entry was not something it hadn’t done before, but it was good to ensure everything was working while doing it. Joints, specifically on the knees and elbows were shifted constantly and rolled or twisted lightly. Arms moved back occasionally to check the physical inner functioning of the chest and lower waste level and as one final sweep, the head was rolled on its shoulders. This quick and simple movement, along with a full systems check inwardly ensured nothing was damaged or weakened upon planetary entrance. This was good, it would assure max power was up to snuff against what the Synthetic was facing.
Arms shifting, crossed over each other, the platforms sights continued to lay upward, towards the general vicinity of were the Lucha dreadnaught had been set. Ultron could not see the thing, no, not clearly from it’s current point BUT it didn’t have to. The loud proclamation that could breach orbit told the Synthetic just what was up there, and a wild hunch that basically told it whatever it was waiting for would come from it was MOST LIKELY true. Regardless, Ultron waited, it pondered, and it metaphorically glowed with a sort of battle lust based RAGE for what was to become. Most importantly; it clicked in impatience.
