"He has reset your combat programming? What's your model's original software, if I may ask?" Elim grins, showing his pearly white teeth.
"I'm an Eliminator-7 model, one of the latest to be produced before the Liberation. I've been designed to inflitrate, sabotage, disrupt and societies and combat groups that are a threat to-"
"EXO-Lumina." Maria finishes, rather dramatically.
"Correct! My model has been designed by EXO-Lumina cyberneticists. Outside of infiltration and elimination duties, well, I'm very presentable and very human-like. Whatever Eliminators did not get shipped to combat Federation forces, were sold off to powerful and influential families, or rich colony personas, to serve as bodyguards, enforcers, household servants, combat-butlers, and the like. Take saw to it that most of my memory and combat programming was reset before I was liberated. A wise choice, given most of EXO-Lumina androids have overrides hidden in the systems that can be exploited by those who know and can utilize them. Take, or rather his uncle who performed the wipe, made sure to remove that also."
"But you could still fight if needed?" Your fellow drone asks, and Elim nods curtly.
"Oh, quite so. My core programming was untouched. I'm still capable of operating melee and ranged weapons, from painsticks to blasters to ship-board weapon stations. Same for hacking and infiltrating networks and computer terminals. I'm just a bit 'rusty', as humans would say. But yes, that's the core of my being. Soldier, killer, hacker, spy." Maria shudders at the end, and quickly downs the remainder of Deep Red Flower.
A) To Elim: "...and you named yourself Elim."
B) To Elim: "I assume his family must be rich to afford android purchases, did they have anything to say about him marrying a synthetic?"
C) To Elim: "Can you tell me about other android models?"
D) To Maria: "I was meaning to ask, could we stay in touch over the subspace somehow?"
E) To Maria: "One more drink, perhaps?"