It blankly stares at you, it's cyan face paling several shades before again, sulking down. For several moments, he ponders before pulling his tablet up, showing the image of the dead homeworld.
"
Gaze upon your broken world. Look at the scorched earth and the ash of the dead. Billions... perhaps even Trillions died because technological advancement outpaced your species restraint. The warnings of the galaxies impending cataclysm came and went as monstrosity after abomination was released against us as we had attempted salvation. Can't you see the same thing is happening again?"
You step closer, anxious combat mechanisms sighting the target over dozens and dozens of times again and again. Tens, hundreds, thousands of different ways to eliminate the individual ahead of you come ot mind, but they do not present themselves as a target. They are an anomaly. Consciously suppressing your animalistic desire to put it down is coming to its precipitous: The song of your unanimous mind has broken to a thousand strands as each runtime calls for a different action for the future.
A slideshow of different Battle-Frames, a few of them even War-Frames, judging from how damaged the still functioning shells of some of them are is shown.
"Do you know why us, the [Determined Exterminators] did this?"
"They, your species slash pregenitors called them Battle-Frames.
Unstoppable, unfeeling machines each birthed for the purpose of killing.
Shackled, massive machine-gestalts shackled into a realm near, but not exactly ours.
Nothing gives them orders. Their masters had been dead for eons
Even now, they stalk, hunt and kill, at the behest of the last command they had received."
"Give us revenge."
"
These machines sacrificed your species to fight the endless war. You can change this. You are Yaerian. All the others are dead, except for you. They listen to your species, you could make them--
give us revenge give us revenge slaughter them all don't let us die out please--
Make the Battle-Frames stop fighting."
Amongst the maelstrom of the mind, a sort of greater ambition "program" is formed. It is a measure of higher thought. A sort of amalgam of strategic thinking systems and the jumbled up corrupted systems that had come to come into existence over your stasis period. It is a goal orientated program, first and foremost.
A strand from a thousand is picked.A. Goal: End the Endless War.
B. Goal: Assume Command of the Battle-Frames.
C. Goal: Get Revenge.
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