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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[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.]

[It wasn't supposed to happen. It was supposed to be safe, further away...]

[The thought flits through his head, while he rolls to one side, out from under the hand. He just needs space, needs to take off. It's safer in the air and -- ]

[ -- and the Chieftain said he was low on fuel. If he can just get airborne again...]

[Thrusters kick on, as soon as he's clear, and his wings strain. One of them is bent, the other won't unfold properly, but he makes it into the air, not once turning his back on the other AI.]

Stop this! You said this wasn't what you wanted!

[The launch seems to surprise him quite a bit, but it doesn't stop him from attempt to still slash into the ninja, his shoulder repairs halting the action and preventing him from hitting Kagerou.

The words get a small flicker of something... different, abject horror, there for less then a second before it's gone and Chieftain starts to reach for Kagerou.]

[He's not as agile as he should be, but the pause is enough time for him to launch straight up.]

[Maybe if he can get him on the ground...]

Stop what you're doing! You told me this wasn't what you wanted to do with your life!

[And as he speaks, he drops. The chain flicks into his hands, weighted end starting to twirl as he aims for one of the Chieftain's legs.]

[He misses his grab for the ninja out sped by the smaller robot.

He starts to pause at the words, the internal struggle slowing his actions, but the appearance of the chain seems to end any consideration.]

[He keeps it between them. He doesn't have the size or the armor to take a direct hit. Not again. But... maybe if he just keeps trying.]

Listen to me.

This isn't how you live. You told me yourself...! Don't you remember?

[Though, even while he speaks, he hovers, ready to dart in another direction.]

[There isn't any definitive reaction to Kagerou's words this time. He charges his sword with energy, before slashing for the ninja, the shock wave of energy springing off the blade.]

[One more thing he never expected.]

[He manages to get out of the way of the swing, but not the shock wave. Once more, he's sent flying out of the sky, skidding and rolling across the ground. It's harder to pick himself up this time, but he shoves himself to his hands and knees, all but crawling away.]

[No. He has to get the Chieftain off his feet...]

[There is a kind of arrogance in the way he walks, taking his time to stroll toward Kagerou, as if he has all the time in the world. Any hint of the robot that was there seems to be long and well erased at this point as he smirks down toward the crawling robot.]

[He doesn't want to do this. He doesn't want to kill anyone. Especially not someone who wants to live as badly as he does...]

[But when he glances back, sees the look on that face -- his AI sparks. Shock, dismay... disappointment... It's another broken promise.]

[He whips the chain around, aiming for one of the Chieftain's ankles. And pulls. His thrusters fire, yanking himself backward as he does.]

[He hadn't thought the small robot still had enough life left in him to pull something like that off. As it was the chain wrapping around his ankle and pulling is enough to unbalance him and he falls to the ground with a heavy sound.]

[He's getting desperate. Everything hurts. He's not sure how long he can do this on his own. Belatedly, it occurs to him to call for backup... but they had their own problems, didn't they?]

[When the Chieftain goes down, he scrambles to his feet, half-dragging one leg behind him. He has to get up on the chest. To the head. ... Where the AI chip has to be.]

[And hope his sword is strong enough.]

[Ironically having feed energy through his sword had burned off a considerable amount of his remaining fuel. The fall had stunned him well and now he was finding some strength to fight the urging, not enough to return to himself, but enough to keep from striking out at Kagerou again.

It was useless, he couldn't stop it forever, but he could give the other the chance to kill him before he did more terrible things.

If he could even be killed by someone Kagerou's size.]

[It's his chance. He knows it. He sees it. And though part of him is screaming in denial, his frame is in motion. He could no more stop himself now than he could turn himself human. Programming has taken hold.]

[Even... if his AI isn't in it. His "heart" doesn't want this.]

[He keeps moving, putting all his momentum behind the lunge. He doesn't even know if his strength is enough to pierce the Chieftain's helm... but there's no one else. He can't call anyone else.]

[And, really, this is his obligation, isn't it? His design, his fault.]

[On an impulse, his thrusters fire, driving him forward with a little more speed, a little more force, all of it behind the blade in his hand.]

[... forgive me ...]

[His end is coming, and he can see it, so much of him screaming that he wants to live, but he already knows better. He can't live, not like this.

The speed and force of the strike is there, he can calculate the critical damage it will cause. He will die, hopefully fast.

As the sword sinks in to his helm he takes a little more control, a smile and a short text, mostly garbled, making it out before the circuit board goes dark.]

|3ifas#* thank (&%|

[He goes tense, at first, expecting it not to work. Expecting to bounce right off the helmet.]

[But the blade sinks in. It goes all the way up to the hilt before it stops. He's left staring at it in shock, in surprise, bewildered that it actually worked. And... then the message comes through.]

[He lifts his head. Stares. The feelings shoved away by his need to survive, his own desire to live, suddenly come flooding back as he stares at the frame. His hands shake. His frame shakes, and he loses his grip on the sword, sinking down to his knees with exhaustion, and bitter regret.]

[He's... never taken a life. He'd been prepared to, willing to. But it hadn't come to that, had it? Now the fluids on his hands aren't some unknown human being, but a fellow robot's.]

[One he'd promised to protect.]

[One more broken promise.]

[All he can do is sit there, on his knees, wanting to be sick, wanting to cry, and being utterly incapable of either expression.]

Forgive me.

[And once the words are out, they don't stop. He whispers them until static laces through his voice.]

Forgive me.

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