07-13-2016, 12:00 AM
The giant machines movements came to an abrupt halt, registering faintly the words that had been uttered. Ascension looked down into the rift that his laser had carved in the ice, and found another life form. It was hideously disfigured, and resembled a husk more than a human, but wore a mismatched, patchwork set of armor. The Reaper let out a deafening mechanical roar as it registered the threat issued by this sorry excuse for an organic. But as it regarded the man, it picked up a certain weakness. This man was close to dying from the cold.
A certain wave of altruism came over the ancient machine, prompting it to lift him up (rather awkwardly) and place him in the chamber next to his main gun. It was undoubtedly uncomfortable, but it would provide much needed warmth for survival. Folding it's played back into position, Ascesnion started forth once more, moving through the snow quite easily. It was not far to suitable cover, but the wind was extreme detrimental to any true progression through the barren landscape. It was an annoyance, but an unavoidable one.
It continued its journey, but felt a wave of curiosity hit. What was the creature currently residing in its mechanical body? It resembled nothing the Reaper had ever encountered before, so naturally, Ascsenion wanted to learn.
"What are you called? And what species do you belong to?" The deep, synthetic voice echoed once more, jolting Scarecrow into consciousness.
Ascesnion waited patiently for a reply, focusing on moving forward against the resistance of nature.
A certain wave of altruism came over the ancient machine, prompting it to lift him up (rather awkwardly) and place him in the chamber next to his main gun. It was undoubtedly uncomfortable, but it would provide much needed warmth for survival. Folding it's played back into position, Ascesnion started forth once more, moving through the snow quite easily. It was not far to suitable cover, but the wind was extreme detrimental to any true progression through the barren landscape. It was an annoyance, but an unavoidable one.
It continued its journey, but felt a wave of curiosity hit. What was the creature currently residing in its mechanical body? It resembled nothing the Reaper had ever encountered before, so naturally, Ascsenion wanted to learn.
"What are you called? And what species do you belong to?" The deep, synthetic voice echoed once more, jolting Scarecrow into consciousness.
Ascesnion waited patiently for a reply, focusing on moving forward against the resistance of nature.