Return to Coruscant [Exemplary]

[Vitruvius]

There was silence. Was the silence good? He had never encountered another machine before so the data was blank on reactions and body language. The feminine entity before him had no face to read, her body was still like frozen in form, everything about this encounter was a cypher he couldn't crack. Obviously she was processing the intel about him being a Prime. It was an inference, one he hoped was accurate.

Had he been human, he could predict the tension would have him worried, stressed, more than likely perspiring and agitated. Would he be impatient and impulsive and demand help? Would he remain quiet and perhaps pray for a way out of the situation? He could now see the Stormtroopers ready for conflict. Would he take matters into his own hands if he were biologically and emotionally based?

He maintained his non-aggressive stance. Anything to make this whole scene look like he wouldn't attack or fight back or resist. At least he certainly could make it look that way. He had no interest in going down without preserving himself.

And then she spoke. Finally. Perhaps he can get the assistance he needs to figure out what was wrong with his systems. Her weapon lowered and he felt his own tension wires relax out of combat readiness. His hands lowered to his sides, keeping them visible rather than hiding beneath his cloak.

“Lead the way,” He said calmly. Of course he wouldn't approach the machine. He didn't want to alarm her and cause her to raise the weapon once more. His hunter was in charge and he was just fine with that. She seemed to be knowledgeable of this strange world and if he could learn from her then he would submit to her. For the time being, of course. He was built for autonomy, not serving. Still, he knew when to follow and this was definitely one of those times.