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"Attila, may I inquire more on the so called Collective?" Hamzah said, his face still concealed by his helm.

"Yes. What do you wish to know." Attila politely smiled.

"It appears as if these creatures are taking orders from someone. Any guesses who?"

"No." Attila spoke in dismay.

"Thanks aynway." Hamzah then turned to Arkith and lowered his tone so only she could hear it." We need to know more about our 'allies'. While they appear trustworthy enough I know for a fact one may turn agaisnt us. Would you care to 'acquire' some info?"

Arkith shrugged thinking it over. The dragon nodded and leaned in closer to Wash and Rose to pick up some info. However, before she could get any useful bits a man busted through the doors. He fell onto his knees at the doors. Despite his heavy panting he managed a shout.

"The Wasteland Thugs are coming!"
 
"I've been told I'm a bit of a feral child," Rose replies coolly to Washington, leaning back in her chair. She seemed fairly relaxed for having just been dumped in a strange place with a bunch of people and creatures she didn't know. Although, she did jump when the man burst through the door, yelling something about the 'Wasteland Thugs'. "Who are they?" She asked Attila, a hint of panic in her voice.
 
Attila rose quickly from his chair while his subordinates ran outside." The Thugs are raiders who have been trying to take over our precious home for a long time. If they are planning to invade us again then we need to warn the other camps so we can fight them!"

Hamzah rose so rapidly from his chair it was knocked down." Attila! There has to be another way to prevent conflict! Who here agrees with me that we need to speak with the Thugs before blasting them away?"
 
"I agree." X says to Hamzah's declaration, and his men agreed with him. He had been staying silent the whole time to listen to the people around him, occasionally talking to his troops so his small group could assess the situation a little better right now. The blue Reploid wasn't completely sure what actions would lead to what, but the people here seemed similar enough to back home, and could likely be reasoned with. He hoped for peaceful resolution, but knew if it came to it he would have to fight.
 
George Washington nodded in assent. "While I don't approve of their cannibalistic culture which they made such an effort to express as their first impressions, the way these 'thugs' think and speak suggests a level of reasoning," he said.

Diggersby took the researcher's invitation and went into the hut. Noting the slender black creature and the machine, Diggersby sauntered up to where the mechanical lupine lay and sniffed at it. Concerned, Diggersby looked first at the researcher and then at the black guy reading the book.
 
"So do I. " Rose said, standing up as well to face the elder. There's no need for unnecessary fighting. The way she saw it, there had to be a way to reason with the Thugs. No matter bad something was considered to be, they couldn't all be bad. "We can at least try to reason with them." Assuming they hadn't already tried that, anyway.
 
As Dr. Richard looked at the wound a guard burst through his door. "Doctor, the camp is going on high alert. A gang of Wastleland Thugs are heading this way. The elder is advising everyone who isn't armed to stay inside." Richard nodded at the guards warning before he left as the light on Wolf's visor began to glow. "Fighting, unnecessary. Intervention required. Recharge needed." Richard was surprised at the creatures ability to speak. He looked at Wolf's tail seeing the three tendril like ends and had a theory. He then looked back at the dark figure. "My friend, would you mind pushing that wheeled generator over here. I think I have an idea to get the creature back on its feet."
 
Attila raised his voice loud enough for everyone to hear," The Thugs cannot be reasoned with you numbskulls! They are murders, thieves, rapists, and lairs! We'll never negotiate with them!"

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Near the Glade, Jose was curled up against a tree smelling the fresh scent. It was so unlike the Wasteland's foul odor of decay. The Glade's was that of... Jose couldn't really describe it since he had never been to the Glade. He always thought that the Glade was a simply a legend. Here he was now, with his fellow raiders awed by the green and twitting birds. Awed by the apples that were growing on the 'trees' as some of the older raiders called them. No wonder why the king wanted this land. This would provide a healthy stream of fresh food instead of scavenging that horrid canned stuff. Soon they would move out and take it once and for all for they had a weapon. A weapon so terrifying that even the Glade Protectors would not dare fight.
 
Deemo nodded and obeyed, pushing the generator to it's destination. High alert? Sheesh, it's best to stay protected as that one person said. He was more of a calm, peaceful person who is a bookworm and a skilled pianist. What can he do to fight? He can't do anything for the most part. He's really fragile and delicate. You wouldn't want someone like him to die.
 
Richard looked at the generator and nodded. "Don't worry, its not the first time they've tried knocking. Maybe if they asked nicely then it might be considered, but not if they're this rude. Anyway this is gonna be loud so I suggest you cover your ears and uhh hand...ears, no offense little buddy." With that he pulled the cord to start the generator. It was loud for sure in a small space like the hut, but he tried to ignore it as he grabbed Wolf's tail. He carefully inserted the ends into one out the generators inlets and a shock made him recoil back as they made contact. Blade Wolf seemed to flinch from the shock he was receiving, but something strange was happening. The wound on his neck began to repair itself until it looked like new as well as what sounded like something winding up in his chest. After the shock the generator cut off as Wolf's tail let go of it. He slowly stood up as a screen appeared next to his head giving him a display of his systems.

"System integrity 100%. Internal core 100%. All systems in optimal performance, thank you." Richard was in awe of the machine, he had never seen anything repair itself from such a mortal wound like that. He picked up the sword and held it in front of Wolf. "The guards told me to give you this. Something about another wolf like robot like you wanted you to have it. I don't know anything more than that." Blade Wolf stared at it for a moment before grabbing it with his tail keeping it in front of him. "Master Samuel's Muramasa Blade. How did it get here? Could he be here as well?" He shook himself out of his questioned mind as he looked back at Richard. "I must regroup with the people I came in with. Where can I find them?" "Check the main hall, I believe they went with the elder before all this panicking started. Its right in the middle of camp. I'd check there first." Blade Wolf nodded as he set off towards the main hall to get a sit rep from the group while he was out of action.
 
George Washington was slightly taken aback by this abrupt, violent response, but understood the reaction. If he were in a position such as Attila's, he supposed, he would probably act the same way. The way he insulted their collective intelligence miffed him a little bit, but the general shrugged it off. "Well, then, perhaps we must decide a slightly different course of action," Washington replied.

Diggersby heard the yell and burst right back out the door, his ears balled up into fists. The rabbit sniffed the air. His whiskers twitched. He bared slightly his bucked teeth. Something was wrong. Diggersby didn't know what was coming, or who most of these people were, but he knew that there was someone coming over to kick some booty, and Diggersby wanted to be there to kick that booty right back where it came from.

George Washington raised a hand. "I recommend that we use the layout of the land to our advantage. If we must engage in combat, eliminate the most experienced of the raiders in order to lower the morale of the less-experienced raiders, and possibly turn them back without casualties. The most important thing we have at the moment is the element of surprise. Just because we know they're coming and they know you're here, doesn't mean that they have to know your precise location."
 
Mulling over the elder's reaction and Washington's suggestion X lets a small sigh. He would think the raiders would stop trying when they had obviously not made much progress from what he had seen. Besides, X and his current allies took down a Centurion, something that was apparently a big deal in this world. Could some raiders, like ordinary humans, give this much trouble?

"Hitting them with an ambush would likely be our best starting strategy. Though I hate to admit my men and I know little about the surrounding terrain other than what we have seen since we have been here." he remarks. He was unsure who the odds were in favor of, but decided to play it cautious. He still knew very little of this world's inhabitants.
 
After persuading the door guards he was with the group he entered the main hall hearing the talk of making an ambush to surprise the Raiders. It seemed that the idea for a non-violent resolution was out the window already, like always. Humans never try peaceful resolutions, they always go for blood first. Well it wouldn't be the first time he would follow others into a battle he didn't want to start. But perhaps he could help scout for the group. "May I intervene? I can attempt to scout out a location." He set down the sword and pulled a small computer chip from the back of his head. "If someone or a machine is capable of reading the data on this chip. I can relay information about the land for you all to see."
 
Hamzah was about to protest their actions when Blade Wolf came in saying he too could help. The Immortal simply shook his head while Attila examined the canine robot. If Blade also wants to fight then so be it, Hamzah would simply leave. Arkith still had that choice, but the dragon seemed furious. She held her tongue though and most everyone else was quiet. Expect Jason.

"No! A ambush isn't going to work because there's thousands of them! I didn't even know that many existed!" Jason was hysterical. He even grabbed Attila by the collar." And they have a Ion Cannon with them!"

The room fell silent like the night. The guards looked at each other nervously. Jason was mumbling to the elder who by now was distant. Hamzah knew what an Ion Cannon was like. At least his own Universe. The way the others sounded was very much unlike the Ion Cannon he knew which meant it must be big.
 
Blade Wolf looked down for a moment. It seemed this was going to be a brutal fight if they carried such a weapon. "Then the humans will not back down. There will be blood as humans always resort to, even back home the only way things ever moved was when the opposing words were silenced by blades and bullets. It seems humanity will never change. There must be another way to stop a massacre." He then thought for a moment as he pulled up a screen of his systems seeming a bit surprised. "It seems my prototype stealth field has been reactivated. I could destroy the cannon with the Muramasa Blade if I can get close enough. If they lose their weapon perhaps they will lose morale. I will volunteer to accomplish this alone, despite the risk." He said hopefully offering an idea to possibly work with.
 
"No. There maybe another way. Attila, have you ever heard of the phase the enemy of my enemy is my friend?" Hamzah narrowed his eyes at the elder.

"There's enemies all around us." The elder slumped back into his chair.

"Perhaps, but what if the enemies also have a common goal? To survive. You see, from my understanding, the Collective tore down your forefather's worlds and perhaps we can instead rally the others. It would obviously take a lot of work, but we can do this! We can speak to the Thugs and try to convince them to leave or we can settle on a compromise."

Attila's head cocked." A compromise?"

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In the depths of a ancient temple made out of alloy a group of 'robots' had gathered. There was the peaceful Chesna who was carefully examining a terrified ant. The hulk Ekekiela who was grinding his stone fists together to keep himself preoccupied. The fear-monger Agni who was plunking the nightmares of some poor sap. Then Tanwen who was staring intensely at a fire in her palms. In the center was a dark platform that soon shone with light. A swirling mist of sky blue hovered over the platform with floating 1s and 0s as if it was made out of code. The gathered group snapped to attention and bowed their heads towards the mist.

"rePORT!" The mist shrieked.

"All things are safe within the Outpost Data Core." Agni cooly said.

"And my section of the Wasteland is fine aside from a few mud people!" Ekekiela shouted causing the room to vibrate.

"My section has... not been doing so well." Chesna said in dismay." A poor Centurion was sent out to track and destory the new 'alerts', but was defeated."

"Defeated? By mud beings?" Ekekiela chuckled and began to laugh. A wire soon slithered out of Chesna's armored and sprung at his neck wrapping itself around.

"There SHALl beE noooOOO FigHTing!" Data Core shrieked once again causing all those present to become disorinated." Continue."

After regaining her bearings Chesna didn't dare risk Data Core's wrath again." The alien beings defeated the Centurion and amazingly spared the creature. Currently the Centurion is looking for a new body to inhabit and after the battle the beings fled to the Glade where currently the Wasteland humans are planning an attack."

Tanwen stepped forward and spoke attracting the attention of all." Data Core, shall I remove these beings?"

"NO! NOt yEt. OnlY reVEal yourself WheN tHe timeeeeeee issS RiGht! DISMISSSED!"
 
George Washington breathed an internal sigh of relief. If there was even a slight chance of avoiding a violent confrontation, even for a while, even temporarily, then the general would take it. "Perhaps the greatest skill a leader has is the ability to resolve a conflict without bloodshed, and to restore unity among our kind. To extend beyond simple desires, such as territory, is to rise above the level of beasts."

The general looked at Diggersby as the rabbit walked in. "And I do not mean 'beasts' like this odd rabbit, or the metal wolf, who exude a sentience such that they understand the need for rational thought," he continued. The general did not want to already sever the union they had created through a series of generalized statements.

Diggersby grunted and nodded at the general.
 
Blade Wolf slowly stepped forward putting the chip back in its slot hearing the General and Hamzah. "Master Hamzah has a valid point as well as the Colonial Commander. Everyone seems to be focused on fighting this Collective. And if they have creations worse than what we faced, it will surely take more than our efforts or their efforts alone to defeat this enemy. In my time of captivity I have seen how some humans think and have been able to process such behaviors in situations. 70% of humans choose to continue fighting against each other and were ultimately killed. The remaining 30% however choose to fight against the common enemy and while suffered heavy losses, managed to defeat the greater foe. Analysis speculates that we can possibly be that 30%. Master Hamzah, I will join you in this chance. If needed I will offer my blade to you as a worthy successor." He said as he picked the sword back up. "And then I must figure out my own mystery."
 
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If they could take a chance at not fighting, then it would be a good one to try. X would rather not take the chance of fighting against people like that, especially if the Collective is this much of a threat. "I have to agree with our mechanical wolf companion here. I would much prefer to avoid having to fight them if possible. It's a better shot than nothing. It's bad enough having to see nearly everything get wiped out, and I would prefer not to see it again." X said. It had only been a couple of years back home since debris from a space colony had wiped out much of the Earth's life. The fact that many other Reploids and mechanical being had fallen pray to a killer virus certainly didn't help matters. He and the other Hunters had just barely been able to avert annihilation of their home.
 
Not far from what was called The Glade, a shadowy figure trots towards the settlement, slowly but steadily taking into account what was of his surroundings. This place, this very world was foreign to him and he was completely unsure of how he came to be here. However, upon his arrival and maybe even his awakening, voices appeared in his mind and continue to converse and concur with and against each other. A ever-longing battle seemed to be the cause of all the controversy and the shadowy figure wanted to know why. He also believed that the answers to the many questions he bore would lie there, in The Glade.

"The Glade... these creatures... where am I?" he continued to ponder over and over again through the depths of his mind. One thing for sure though, throughout all of this confusing eventful activity, he knew who he was and that was all he could hold onto til he reached The Glade.

"My name... my existence... I am the son of a devil... I am Dante Roth... so what does that mean?" These questions were to haunt him on his not so surprisingly long journey to The Glade. But, truth be told he was very unsure of going towards the voices that echoed through his mind and of interacting with these foreign creatures that inhabited this world. Still, he knew that he needed answers and that they, if nowhere else, had to be there with all the commotion; in the Glade.
 
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