[b]Directive: Violated[/b] [u][b]Roughly 10:40 PM[/b][/u] [i]It was late, as the machine walked down the cold empty street, down in the darker depths of Dojoville. No one but the homeless kept on the streets at this time, all others were off doing nightly things elsewhere. Chondra, though, was heading to a nightclub. Not for pleasure of course, Chondra didn’t have that feeling, no way to experience it, but she did have greed, want. This greed had been driving her for years, off of planets, through cities, to murder, theft, so much so that it had become routinely. Lately that routine had been broken. She had found a sort of team, if you could call it that, which worked for here. They were all out of jobs, desperate, so they were easy to ‘employ’. This team did jobs for her, did her hacking for her so she could go off and do more physical things. Tonight her team took up her online job for awhile while she went to make a deal, one that would allow her to make progress on a certain...project.[/i] ...[i]Chondra was easily let into the club, the usual bouncers being replaced with ones from her negotiators. She headed in swiftly, navigating through the mass of flesh that danced in the artificial light, to the synthetic beat that moved the air in a harsh rhythm. She saw the five men, dressed like normal citizens, sitting in the back of the club. Already, she could tell they were armed, her various scanners informed her synthetic mind of at least 9 others watching her around the club, also armed. She was not alarmed, she proceeded calmly through the masses, eventually reaching the group, seeing the black case on the floor behind the furthest one. [/i] “You the one?” [i]One asked, nodding at her.[/i] [i]Chondra only returned the nod putting out a metal hand, the nanites stiffening into fingers on the end of her tentacle-like arm. Once more, he nodded again, the black case getting passed to Chondra by the last man in the group.[/i] “‘Aight, now your part. Give us the, ‘You-Know-What’.” [i]Chondra breaks off the lock on the case with her other arm, and opens it. Inside sat nothing, just weights to make it seem like there might be. Out of the corner of her eye she sees the men pull out their guns, one a knife, and aim at her. The man with the knife advances at her and attempts a strike to the back of her metal head, which is easily halted by her hand, moving in a split second.[/i] “Directive violated; received item unsatisfactory. Deal: broken.” [i]Chondra snapped the man’s arm in half, and threw him down, in the same moment drawing her sword off of her frame in a split second and slashing it through one of the others. The rest jump back, starting to fire on her, the crowds of people in the club turn their heads, some screaming and running, with many doing the same soon after. Unaffected, she advances on them, dicing them like meat in a kitchen. Her free hand draws her shotgun as the other men around the club draw their guns and start firing on her as well, accidentally hitting some fleeing bystanders, but not letting up the barrage they were putting on Chondra. She fires back at them, the shot reaching their targets at the surprising range, dropping them in two, if not one shot. The men fell, as well as other bystanders, en mass. Citizens ran out into the night, screaming for help as the firefight went on...[/i] [i]An hour passed, and the shots had stopped, Chondra stood in the center of the club, scanning the surroundings, nanites repairing damaged areas of her body. Her shotgun and sword both lay on the ground, drenched in the red blood of the people.[/i] [spoiler] https://www.bungie.net/en/Forum/Post/227658094/0/0/1 [/spoiler] [spoiler]Open, do whatever. Be aware that this robot is very hostile, if you couldn’t tell.[/spoiler]