re_alignment | [Audio: Locked to the Brave Police minus Yuuta] [back dated a few days]

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[Audio: Locked to the Brave Police minus Yuuta] [back dated a few days]

I... I don't know why but..

it feels wrong...

it feels like...

like the hamlin wave again...

please I don't...

I don't want to...

I

I'm afraid I will do terrible things

again

I don't want to.

Please, stop me.

I... if you must

Kill me

Do it

I'd rather die then go back.

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I... out on the edge.

I don't like this

I don't know why I keep ending up out here

I'm scared.

It's all right.

I'm coming. No one is going to kill you.

Okay... I'm...

I'll try to stay where I am.

I'm in the air now. Just a minute longer.

And then... then we'll go somewhere you can live... live to your heart's content.

Thank you

Yes.

[And, true to his word, he'll be there in less than a minute.]

[He looks up at the others approach. He looks stressed and tired.]

Are you sure this will...

fix it?

[He'd almost forgotten how big this guy is. For a second, he hesitates. What is he going to do if this goes wrong...?]

[But, no. It won't. It can't. Someone who only wants to live --]

I'm not.

But I want to try. Isn't that better than simply standing here, waiting to die? If you want to live... you fight for it.

As... I did.

Fight for it... okay.

[He cocks his head.]

I'm not sure how much flying I can do... my fuel is starting to get low. Unless there is somewhere to get more.

Did... they never change your engine?

[He shakes his head though.]

There's a quiet place. Not far away. We can... we'll figure your fuel problem out when we get there. Come on.

Change it?

[That would be a no there Kagerou.]

Okay.

[He starts to follow the other, clearly fighting against what ever it is that is messing with his mind.]

I guess not.

[He'll fly slowly, so as to make sure the bigger AI can keep up with him. But they head in the direction of Trion's temple.]

[Rung told him it was peaceful there. And... he figures the Autobot would know.]

Maybe it is because I don't have a glyph...

[He may not be overly conversational yet, but he had been watching the link, and noticed enough people mention those without glyphs in a negative way.

He tries not to walk too slowly, fortunately his stride is pretty long, so he doesn't seem to be having trouble moving at a considerable pace.

He trusts Kagerou, no matter where the ninja was leading him he would follow. He felt that he could trust the ninja with his life and be safe.]

No. You're alive. Aren't you? Just because you don't have a marking doesn't mean you should be terminated. Or starved.

[... just because he was only a prototype doesn't mean he should be killed ... ]

[This is hitting too close to home. Maybe that's the reason he can't leave this alone. Why he's taking such a risk.]

[He was never allowed to live. Someone should be.]

It isn't far. Keep moving.

I've gotten to live more that I would have if I hadn't showed up here.

[He shrugs lightly. He wants to live, yes, but to him he has already gotten more than he figured he would have. And he felt so awkward and out of place that he wasn't sure anyone wanted him pestering them for some way to burn other fuels here.]

Okay.

[He tries to shake off the feeling of being more twitchy, perhaps enraged, about everything, as they move closer to the First Forged's home.]

And why should that stop? Why should... why should you be ignored, pushed away... left alone... because you aren't like the rest of them? Don't they have hearts? Souls? Don't they wish to live?

You want the same thing. You shouldn't be denied it any more than any one of them.

[He may be... flitting around in the air as he speaks. The words seemingly agitating him.]

[But that's got nothing to do with why the Chieftain feels agitated. These are nothing more than Kagerou's feelings, spilling out with no better outlet.]

I don't know...

One of them told me that...

I was just a sophisticated program

that without a spark I wasn't...

really alive.

[It's more than emotions making it hard for him to speak his whole thoughts, the urging in his head keeps getting more and more violent and he feels like he is slowly losing his control over it.

He wonders if he should mention it to Kagerou, but the other was already helping him, maybe it would get better soon.]

That's not what they've told me.

[He pauses, ducking down to hover at optic-level with the bigger robot.]

Wing. Vandal. Soundwave... they all said that I'm alive. They're my friends, and they wouldn't lie.

You... If you're based on my design, then why would you be any different?

Wing...

he...

he told me I was...

that I should..

a name

my own.

name.

be more than just

just

Chieftain.

[The large robot's struggle to form full sentences started to become much more obvious, and fear registered in his face as he found his ability to suppress the violent thoughts and ideas slipping further away.]

Yes. Wing... he's... he's good at that. Believe him. Don't believe whoever told you...

[He trails off, at the expression on the other AI's face. But, still, he doesn't fly off.]

[It's probably foolish, but he stays hovering where he is.]

... What's wrong?

[It seems that enough strain has been put on his self control that the balancing point has overturned. A smirk replaces the fear as an arm reaches up to swat the other from the sky.]

[Well.]

[He wasn't expecting that. Not in the slightest.]

[Needless to say, he's smacked straight down into the ground, like a bird slamming into a window, and leaves a little crater of impact.]

[He lays there for a few beats, trying to re-gather his wits, and... wondering what just happened.]

[Chieftain doesn't so much jump to where Kagerou landed as he does just step over. He kneels down, intent on pinning the much smaller robot with his hand as his other goes for the hilt of his sword.

A dark and sinister sounding laugh bubbles up in him, as if he is enjoying this. Somewhere, deep inside, where all control has been lost, he screams, trying to make this stop.]

[The footsteps rouse him, snap him out of the daze, as the hand comes down. Every joint is protesting, but he grasps for his own blade, swinging it up at the Chieftain's palm.]

[Something is still saying this can't be happening. That he can't have broken another promise. While something else kicks in, some shred of self-preservation.]

[He stabs at the oncoming hand, to ward it off long enough to get his feet back under him.]

[The slash does little more than make him pause, but the stab does a bit more to deter his hand. It doesn't really hurt, but the sword would make for an awkward hold on the smaller robot.

His own sword comes free of its sheath and he arches up, raising it above him to bring it down in a straight cut on the little ninja.]

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