Null Protocol || Ramattra x Reader

Chapter Twenty-Seven

When they arrived at the small ship, Ramattra set the bags down inside the doors. This one was built only for short trips and minimal passengers, and he tapped coordinates into the holo-table at the center as the engines powered up. "You mentioned you had an 'idea' for my warbots?"

"A design idea." (Y/n) sat down in one of the few available seats, buckling up as Ramattra strapped the bags of food in beside her. "Your bots are built only for offense right now, but what if they was built for defense? They would be able to protect omnics from harm instead of causing harm to them."

He scoffed, pressing a button on the controls so the plane lifted into the air, and he turned to her and braced himself with an iron grip on the table behind him. "They do not cause my people harm, they are specifically programmed not to."

"All they are right now is big, scary machines, but what if they was kind of like guards to protect omnics instead of hurting humans?"

"Is that not the same thing?" The plane leveled out to take them back to the command ship and he folded his arms, genuine confusion in his tone.

"When people see your warbots, all they feel is fear. When they think of Null Sector, all they feel is fear." He dipped his head, seeing no problem with this, and she sighed. "You don't want people to be afraid! Scared people lash out, and scared conformance isn't conforming for the right reasons. If you want to make long term change, you have to help people understand why their fundamental understanding of omnics is wrong – that they're people too."

"And you think change can be accomplished by only playing defense?" He almost laughed at the idea but she nodded vehemently.

"You have the resources to spark actual change! Null Sector could be a good organization, and you could have omnics rally to your side if you just switched your methods."

"I have tried being peaceful, human, and it did not work." His tone was short, displeased with having to repeat himself again, but she shook her head.

"I ain't saying you gotta be peaceful, but pure unfiltered violence against your oppressors is only going to cause more problems." She gestured out the window at the world he'd riled up with his actions, the one they seemed so far removed from in that moment. "There are ways to help omnics without hurting humans, you just gotta figure out how to do it. That's when you'll get the change you wanna see."

He was silent for a long moment, visibly letting her words sink in like he was truly open to constructive criticism after the day they had. "I had wanted to keep you out of my grisly affairs, but if you are so intent on helping, I will divulge my plans for this crime-ridden city." Her eyes widened and he paused, giving her a once-over. "Are you sure you wish to hear this?"

"You trust me that much?" She leaned closer, (e/c) hues sparkling, and he let out a quiet chuckle.

"I have given you access to my warbots and free roam of my ship, I do not see how this is much of a stretch."

"You're letting a human influence your plans." She tilted her head, smile playful. "Are you feeling okay?"

He scoffed, rolling his head as he leaned back against the table. "Perhaps I am simply learning to rely on others."

"Nameless would be proud." He shot her a look at that, earning a laugh that made his sharp gaze soften. "But yes, I would love to hear your plans." She got comfy in the seat as he crossed one leg over the other at the ankle, tapping his metal toes against the ground in thought before her stomach growled loudly and her eyes darted down to the bag of food under her nose that had become impossible to ignore with such mouth-watering smells wafting from it.