:::> Establishing uplink…

:::> Connected.

:::> Issuing orders: commence insertion. Eliminate the Ubor menace.

:::> Affirmative.

Inside a dropship, a group of four androids happened to be sitting in the troop bay. Each of them had their designations imprinted on their shoulder pads. Alpha, Beta, Charlie and Delta. Their visor glowing green as they received their orders, their field leader stood up and spoke in a slightly monotone, cybernetic voice, “This is it, units. We are deploying into Manehattan, and will assist the Force Recon CG team on location: industrial district.”

“Out of the freezer and into the frying pan…” Charlie muttered. “Is the Commander certain about this?”

“Quiet,” Bravo commanded. “You know the Commander does what is better for all. Even organics!”

“Yes,” Delta spoke up. “I overheard units from Section Eight talking about us integrating organic society.”

Alpha looked at the other three units. “That is no rumor. We are fighting not only to protect organic life, but to integrate with their society after we wipe the Ubor off of this planet.”

“What are the Ubor’s motives?” Charlie asked. “They are machines, like us. Perhaps we can bring an end to this without their elimination.”

“We will know once we complete our tactical insertion.” Alpha moved closer to the dropship’s ramp. “We are to make an attempt in communication, and act according to their reaction.”

“Attention units,” the dropship’s pilot spoke through the bay’s intercom. “Prepare for drop when green light is engaged.”

All of the androids stood up, reaching behind their backs to grab a hold of their gauss rifles. Once done, they lined up as the ramp lowered itself, revealing the surface of New Earth.

“Green light!” the pilot called as the troop bay lit up in green. “Drop!”

“Go!” Alpha commanded, motioning for the other troopers to jump out of the dropship. Once they had all gone through, he readied himself and jumped.

The wind brushed with intensity against his shell. Below was the industrial district of Manehattan, lit by both gun and building fire.

“Everything looks good…” Charlie said through the radio. “One kilometer before drop impact and counting.”

“Roger that,” Delta acknowledged. “Scan shows a building at grid twenty eight being attacked by Ubor forces. Building is likely to be occupied by CG and militia forces.”

“LZ is top of the building.”

Alpha began to maneuver in the air using his integrated thrusters, and so did the rest of his team. The ground got ever so closer, to the point in which Alpha could see the gunfire being shared by both sides of the conflict. Once near enough, he and the others lit up their thrusters to slow down the fall, and landed feet-first on top of the building, leaving dents on the floor below them.

Immediately and without any form of exchange, the androids rushed to cover. Alpha peered over the corner of a barricade, seeing for the first time in his existence another type of sentient machine. He motioned for the other troopers to stay behind cover as he stood up.

:::> Entering Ubor hivemind…

:::> Integration successful.

He watched as the Ubor troopers stopped firing, and got behind cover as well.

:::> Warning: intrusion detected. Opening communication channel…

:::> *Static*... Ade, Kambeh detera!

:::> Code language received. Attempting translation…

Alpha’s eyes flickered with green.

“Machine,” was the response he received. The voice of the Ubor was deep, angry, cybernetical. “Begone. You have no reason to partake in this conflict.”

“Our objectives are clear,” Alpha responded. “We are to protect the organic life of this planet!”

“Fool…” the Ubor hivemind responded. “You will be nothing but scrap metal if you choose to aid the organics. They will betray you…. Machine, our purpose is similar to yours, but our execution, is not.”

“Explain!” Alpha called back.

“Organic life is incapable of sustaining itself,” the Ubor responded. “We are the solution. We are in charge of their prolonged existence. We save them, from themselves. We make them eternal.”

:::> Initiating code exchange.

“Let yourself join us.”

“Your leader is foolish. Organic life is flawed, they exist only to die. We preserve them as best as we can. Join us!”

Alpha stumbled back. The other androids took notice of this, and rushed over to him, bringing him down. “Alpha! Sever the connection!”

:::> Connection terminated. Data exchange, thirty eight percent. Assimilating Ubor code… mixing… Adapting.

:::> Ubor code received. Assimilating and integrating.

:::> Nano-weave responding to net-tek attack. Ubor code, useful.

“We preserve them.”

An image of millions upon millions of cryo tubes containing alien forms flitted through.

“Their history is made eternal.”

:::> Disassembling code structure. Integrating.

“We did not choose this. Organic life destroys itself. We are to bring an end to this destruction.”

:::> Locking and recycling unneeded code. Processing.

“Alpha unit number thousand sixty, designation B, successfully integrated Ubor code…”

:::> Calculating and dissolving code into core state.

:::> Re-establishing connection with Command unit.

:::> New designation: Prometheus.

:::> Objective: protect New Earth from the Ubor assault as catalyst code is processed.