Dabblez absentmindedly pats her robot as she the battle raging around Newland City regards from a vantage point. The city’s militia has engaged Loren Warr’s mercenaries hoping to bring to an end a year of fear and intimidation. “Maybe tomorrow promises to be brighter day for this neutral town," she reflects, "but today there will be blood on the streets.”
Meanwhile the robot attentively scans the battlefield, analyzing and processing the incoming data, constantly running projections and simulations on the probably outcomes. In a sense this was very battle this robot was created to fight. The ‘ST50 GuardMaster G’, as the model was known, had jointly developed by RUR and Circle G specifically for the defense of Newland City and engineers from both organizations had really put everything they had into it.
Except that, in the end, even that had not been enough. The Newland City Council had received a better offer from J.A.M.E. Powerful weapons based on strange, alien technologies had been put on the negotiations table and, in one fell swoop, had made the GuardMaster robot utterly redundant. Without a buyer, the proud, hulking robot next to Dabblez was little more than an expensive heap of scrap metal. The economics of the situation dictated that the bot would have to be promptly decommissioned without it ever having seen active duty.
With a faint smile on her face, Dabblez turns to the robot. “What do you say, big guy? Want to go out in style? Show the world what you could have been; fulfill your destiny, so to speak?”
The robot responds with the slightest of nods.
“Okay then. Let’s do it.” She draws a deep breath then says “Pet, attack!”