Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-5999656-20190205035159/@comment-25389303-20190731160622

There was little Trago could do to mask his heavy footsteps as he approached the other passengers. Yet, even over the crashing of waves and shrieking winds, his keen hearing picked up snippets of conversation obviously considered private. Amongst the jumbled words, two stood out.

McAllister and SAINT.

The first name meant nothing to Trago. No matter how deeply he delved into his memory banks, nothing could be found on the mysterious interloper. Even so, it was useful to finally put a name to the man who had dared damage him.

The second, though, yielded some results. To have a branch of the Atlesian military present severely increased the threat level of the situation, and only served to reassert the importance of Trago's mission. Narreau Technologies were undoubtably a dangerous foreign element...though, from the state of their commander, perhaps not as dangerous as previously thought...

Trago's A.I. was confident in his likelihood of success as it willed its mechanical form towards the huddled figures. They appeared wearied by the night's torments; both physically and psychologically. Yet they remained a notable threat - one that the machine would not underestimate.

For some unknown reason, Trago found himself gravitating towards his former opponent. Was it the familiarity of Dust's tired features that drew Trago to him, or the undaunted humour that indicated his lingering defiance?

The robot's loping pace halted before the trio, and after pausing to ensure he had their attention, he spoke in a flat voice.

"The three of you have been considered a threat to the security of this vessel. To ensure the safety of all, I have been ordered to collect all unauthorised electronic equipment. This is not a request. Refuse, and I will be forced to dispose of you."

Trago paused momentarily, turning his steel-lined head towards the rolling waters besides them. Perhaps it was a trick of the moonlight, but in that moment a dark shape seemed to pass beneath the waves, ominous and threatening.

Then, the robot's head swivelled suddenly back. Raising an armoured hand, Trago pointed directly at Dust.

"McAllister will go first," he said with a tone that denied negotiation on the matter.