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• CHAPTER THREE •
𝘢 𝘤𝘳𝘢𝘴𝘩 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴𝘦 𝘰𝘯 𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘦𝘯 𝘪𝘯𝘷𝘢𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴

𝗜𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗮𝗳𝘁𝗲𝗿𝗺𝗮𝘁𝗵 of the earthling's escape, the main bridge of the warship was in ruins. The droids had sacrificed select parts of their main body to aid in the reconstruction of the walls, so the void of space hadn't claimed their creator. An A.I. cannot perish, not truly. Their main body may be destroyed, but their consciousness can be revitalised into another body. Organic life, however. Are not so easily put together. Initially, if a being is gravely injured, then it was considered their time. But since the rapid evolution of robotics intermingling with flesh. The initial assumption no longer applies.

Replacing where the throne once sat in the control room, was a cylindrical tank that was sealed at the ceiling to the ground. Thick curved pipes attach the bottom of the tank and run along the bridge's ground like resting serpents. The tank was filled with a greenish liquid. Tubes stabbed into the mangled body of what was once the imposing commander, now needing the clunky exoskeleton fitted to its back to keep his body straight enough for the treatment to take hold. Little bug-shaped microbots skittered along its body, maintaining the degrading body, lest its injuries get worse.

[ "Commander Khangseph Maodolf, the Veriathan unit sent to retrieve the device has been destroyed." ] - One of the pathfinding droids, now missing one arm stepped up to the convalescence tank, its voice box that jutted out from beneath its protruding red bulbs for eyes. It translated its words to simple beeps and robotic chirps to the alien language of guttural gargling coaxed from the back of the throat and low clicks of the tongue.

[ "𓂧𓇋𓂧𓈖'𓏏 𓄿𓋴𓈎, 𓂧𓅱𓈖'𓏏 𓎢𓄿𓂋𓅂" ] - Came the dismissive tone of the alien, as its body bobbed in the water, the eight-legged microbot crawling over its forehead, pausing for a moment before going over its head and down its back. The bot looked up to its creator and commander, translating the language for its own leisure. 'No matter. The child has shown it was not capable of handling all that power without restraint. We will wait until it goes offline and retrieve the prison.'

[ "That's not quite the case, m'lord. The Veriathan unit was destroyed by the vessel, using the power of the device." ] - The droid corrected, noticing the sudden flash of annoyance flicker in its masters eyes. But without the capacity to feel fear, it merely continued with the issues that had arisen since destroying the transport ship that was carrying the 'watch' that now resided on an Earthlings wrist. [ "This planet is also a peculiar one; the crust of the world is shielded by an intense spiritual energy that makes it unwise to enter the atmosphere without proper reconnaissance. Lest we bring, as the Earthlings call it, a bad omen upon ourselves." ]

The annoyance that had been bubbling up in the great tyrant Khangseph Maodolf's chest had festered into blind fury. Its large chest, marred with burn marks, expanded out in an exhale. But it did bellow out in sheer anger, not yet. Instead, its eyes fixated on the robotic subordinate as it continues on.

[ "Worry not, for the more complex makeup of the device may allow it to blend when not in use." ] - The droid shifted over to the command deck. Its fingers twist like wires into the sphere controls and holographic projection of Earth, more specially the continent known as 'Asia'. It was just a map for a moment. The injured warlord opened his mouth to question, but a dot lit up. Blinking as the map expanded inwards. [ "But while in use, it extends a more technological twist that we can track through the radio waves we previously used to locate the transport ship." ]