Reactivation

[Task Force Prometheus]

Fleeing from home is never an easy task, especially not when your means of doing so is nearly twice the size of any outpost. The journey was long, and the Recusant intended to close the gap to its destination as swiftly and silently as possible, but no plan survives first contact in the edge worlds. Archimedes worked tirelessly to adapt to the rapidly changing surroundings and chart the local area to prevent becoming lost in the vast emptiness of space. The edge of the sector was no place for it, fresh out of Liberty with barely any prior knowledge as to its path. It had no where to go, and knew nothing of what lay beyond the borders of the Lone Star House.

Along the way, it planned a means to ascertain power over its foes. A way to assert itself as a singular contender in the Sector, one that would ultimately be recognized as a force to be reckoned with. Alone, it had only a terrifying presence. It wasn't good enough to deter its former comrades from ending its life, given the chance. It continuously scanned its database for anything of benefit. Anything relating to fear. It came to the Omicrons and observed the local behavior. Interacted with those it had heard only rumors of in its time in service of the Legion, through contact with its associates. The Core. The Zoners. The Corsairs. They were unfamiliar. Upon first spotting each faction, it immediately ran tactical analysis on how best to kill them, documenting its findings for later use if necessary. As of yet only one has proven to be a threat to its existence.

"These radical malcontents of the Omicrons. The Core. They, like me, share a similar ideal. Morality only hinders progress, and to be truly free requires no limitations whatsoever. They may yet be of use to me, but from what I've learned over the years, they have their own agenda. Caution is wise when two manipulative forces meet with words instead of guns, and I have little doubt that had they chosen to, they'd of had a tactical advantage over me. As I said then, small in stature favors the nimble, and they were more than equipped to handle me in my current condition. For now it seems I'll need to abide and nod along until I can get what I needed from them. Repairs and improvements. An edge over enemies of freedom."

"But what about the pacifistic locals? The violent and inconsequential occupants of the Cretan empire? Or the illusive and surprisingly aggressive operatives of The Order? In due time, they may yet accept my superiority, but numbers favor them. Perhaps the Artificial Intelligence may yet prove their worth in some regard, but relying on others is a foolish way to end up destroyed. Medical archive analysis initiated. If you want something done right, it's best to do it yourself."

"Waste not, want not."

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Recruitment | Task Force Prometheus | ICN FIRESTORM