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Colonel has a minion!
E147.26 the Hunter
E147.26 the Hunter
Colonel
The
Blacklight EndeavorOwner:
ShalashaskaAge: 4 years, 10 months, 4 days
Born: July 20th, 2008
Adopted: 9 months, 2 weeks, 4 days ago
Adopted: August 5th, 2012
Statistics
- Level: 8
- Strength: 20
- Defense: 20
- Speed: 19
- Health: 20
- HP: 17/20
- Intelligence: 2
- Books Read: 2
- Food Eaten: 0
- Job: Unemployed
"Colonel125b.26th, Colonel 26, standard issue Endeavor...!? Yeah right, 'standard issue' my rear! what did they do to it?"
"I don't like it, can we go somewhere else?"
"Don't be chicken! It's dead right?"
"Mmn..."
"I wonder why it's all different from the others?"
"Because it's like... an officer. Officers don't fly into battle, they command, yeah?"
"Wonder why we don't see these anymore. They're cool."
"'Cos we're not at war, idiot!"
"I know that, but I want one of these, not one of those sloppy modern Endeavors!"
"Yeah, like your mum would let you keep one of these in the garage!"
The kids wandered away, arguing carelessly about the old war machine standing cold and still in his hibernation unit, which was more than twice the size of the others, all of which contained more familiar looking Endeavors. On this gallery, Gallery #26, anyway.
None of the kids bothered to shut off the information panel they'd brought up, or check that there weren't any sort of automatic system start connected to it.
Blackmoon Gem BIOS v7.2,
Copyright © Blackmoon INC.
Memory Test : OK
Initializing Plug and Play Cards...
PNP Init Completed.
Detecting Primary Master...
Detecting Primary Slave...
Detecting Secondary Master ... Skip...
Detecting Secondary Slave ... None...
Booting Primary and Secondary Systems...
HYD1... ONLINE
HYD2... ONLINE
PNU1... ONLINE
PNU2... ONLINE
WPNSYS... DEACTIVATED
WPNSYS... Awaiting Admin Authorization
WPNSYS... Skip
Colonel124.26 ONLINE
Gallery T-t-t-t-t-twentys-s-s-six...
26th U-u-u-u-unit, Endeavor S-s-s-s-s-section.
My uni-i-i-i-t-t-t-t.
26th Com-m-m-m-manding Of-f-i-c-cer.
Colonel124. 26
Colonel 26.
Shhhhzzzzzzz.............
"Administrator?"
The call would have had the Administrator scuttling down to Colonel in an instant if she had been there. But the newly awaken Colonel found himself alone. He was confused and bellowed again. The first time had had the infiltrating teens freeze in position, for the language of the war Endeavors was a far cry from what they were used to. His request for his Admin was, in their ears, the klaxon wail of a monster. The second cry, as he stepped worriedly from his chamber, had them running for their lives.
Colonel waited patiently, as only a machine can. But after two days something didn't feel right at all. Unlike your average worker robot he was programmed to take the initiative and keep moving in case the chain of command broke down, this kept the platoon out of trouble and out of enemy hands. So Colonel moved on. He clunked his way down gallery #26, scanning over his troops with a critical air. They weren't a new bunch, they'd seen battle before, but every one of them was in fine condition with only a few scars here and there. Colonel looked at the Dusk Endeavors with something close to pride, brushed a claw over their chamber screens to leave claw marks in the dust - as if he was really cleaning anything - and moved on.
This went on for weeks, with Colonel eventually becoming restless on gallery #26 and striking out for new and better prospects on gallery #25.
His patrols eventually spread to cover the entire warehouse. The elevators were all out of order - shut down until their human masters returned, so he spent his time shuffling up and down ramp ways from one gallery to another, waiting for someone to show up and send him on a mission. Sometimes he inspected the other Colonels curiously. The only differences between them were the numbers sprayed onto their jaws denoting their unit. Then he saw it. The amber warning lights. He crouched before the chamber wondering what it meant, then the lights went red, and the life readings from the chamber dwindled, and died.
One by one the Endeavors' life support systems started to fail from lack of maintenance, and the red lights came on.
Colonel stubbornly continued to patrol the galleries, though the number of live Endeavors there was dwindling. Almost showing signs of regret he started to limit the longest part of his patrol to his own gallery, looking intently at the chambers there for any sign of red or amber lights.
No one came to give him orders, no one even came to investigate, Colonel was left alone, tracing the same old path day after day, night after night, scuffing tracks into the floor and beating out the corrugations in the slopes. Waiting in morbid anticipation for the day his troops life supports failed them and he was left alone.
"I don't like it, can we go somewhere else?"
"Don't be chicken! It's dead right?"
"Mmn..."
"I wonder why it's all different from the others?"
"Because it's like... an officer. Officers don't fly into battle, they command, yeah?"
"Wonder why we don't see these anymore. They're cool."
"'Cos we're not at war, idiot!"
"I know that, but I want one of these, not one of those sloppy modern Endeavors!"
"Yeah, like your mum would let you keep one of these in the garage!"
The kids wandered away, arguing carelessly about the old war machine standing cold and still in his hibernation unit, which was more than twice the size of the others, all of which contained more familiar looking Endeavors. On this gallery, Gallery #26, anyway.
None of the kids bothered to shut off the information panel they'd brought up, or check that there weren't any sort of automatic system start connected to it.
Blackmoon Gem BIOS v7.2,
Copyright © Blackmoon INC.
Memory Test : OK
Initializing Plug and Play Cards...
PNP Init Completed.
Detecting Primary Master...
Detecting Primary Slave...
Detecting Secondary Master ... Skip...
Detecting Secondary Slave ... None...
Booting Primary and Secondary Systems...
HYD1... ONLINE
HYD2... ONLINE
PNU1... ONLINE
PNU2... ONLINE
WPNSYS... DEACTIVATED
WPNSYS... Awaiting Admin Authorization
WPNSYS... Skip
Colonel124.26 ONLINE
Gallery T-t-t-t-t-twentys-s-s-six...
26th U-u-u-u-unit, Endeavor S-s-s-s-s-section.
My uni-i-i-i-t-t-t-t.
26th Com-m-m-m-manding Of-f-i-c-cer.
Colonel124. 26
Colonel 26.
Shhhhzzzzzzz.............
"Administrator?"
The call would have had the Administrator scuttling down to Colonel in an instant if she had been there. But the newly awaken Colonel found himself alone. He was confused and bellowed again. The first time had had the infiltrating teens freeze in position, for the language of the war Endeavors was a far cry from what they were used to. His request for his Admin was, in their ears, the klaxon wail of a monster. The second cry, as he stepped worriedly from his chamber, had them running for their lives.
Colonel waited patiently, as only a machine can. But after two days something didn't feel right at all. Unlike your average worker robot he was programmed to take the initiative and keep moving in case the chain of command broke down, this kept the platoon out of trouble and out of enemy hands. So Colonel moved on. He clunked his way down gallery #26, scanning over his troops with a critical air. They weren't a new bunch, they'd seen battle before, but every one of them was in fine condition with only a few scars here and there. Colonel looked at the Dusk Endeavors with something close to pride, brushed a claw over their chamber screens to leave claw marks in the dust - as if he was really cleaning anything - and moved on.
This went on for weeks, with Colonel eventually becoming restless on gallery #26 and striking out for new and better prospects on gallery #25.
His patrols eventually spread to cover the entire warehouse. The elevators were all out of order - shut down until their human masters returned, so he spent his time shuffling up and down ramp ways from one gallery to another, waiting for someone to show up and send him on a mission. Sometimes he inspected the other Colonels curiously. The only differences between them were the numbers sprayed onto their jaws denoting their unit. Then he saw it. The amber warning lights. He crouched before the chamber wondering what it meant, then the lights went red, and the life readings from the chamber dwindled, and died.
One by one the Endeavors' life support systems started to fail from lack of maintenance, and the red lights came on.
Colonel stubbornly continued to patrol the galleries, though the number of live Endeavors there was dwindling. Almost showing signs of regret he started to limit the longest part of his patrol to his own gallery, looking intently at the chambers there for any sign of red or amber lights.
No one came to give him orders, no one even came to investigate, Colonel was left alone, tracing the same old path day after day, night after night, scuffing tracks into the floor and beating out the corrugations in the slopes. Waiting in morbid anticipation for the day his troops life supports failed them and he was left alone.
Thank you 
Corgi for letting me have Colonel.
NOTES:
(or just Colonel) was the leader of platoon 26 during the Atebus Revolution. He's an early model, the computers and level of tech don't change much from model to model even into modern day Endeavors, however the application of such tech has changed, you won't often see a fully armored battle Endeavor these days. Flightless, but twice the size of a normal Endeavor the Colonel of a platoon was designed nominally to sit back and command 'his' flying troops from a vantage point, however they are more than capable of taking care of themselves and are a force to be reckoned with. Colonel only saw a small fraction of the short war before he was damaged and shut down for repairs, then he was awoken by his Administrator (effectively his commanding officer) in time for a hit on the structure he was housed in, the ceiling collapsed and he was the only 'living' thing left standing, he was unable to start up his troops alone and had no orders. He was found milling around waiting for a command at the end of the war and put into hibernation alongside his troops (and many many others) in one of a few underground storage units in the Wastelands. Years later a bunch of curious teenagers looking for a place to drink awoke him, they ran off. Colonel is unable to leave the storage units and unable to wake up the troops. No one knows he's awake so no one gives him any orders. He just wanders the hallways of miles upon miles of hibernating Endeavors, his favourite haunt being gallery 26, where his until is. And so he watches as one by one their power units fail in the poorly maintained facility, and his soldiers die off.
Corgi for letting me have Colonel.NOTES:
(or just Colonel) was the leader of platoon 26 during the Atebus Revolution. He's an early model, the computers and level of tech don't change much from model to model even into modern day Endeavors, however the application of such tech has changed, you won't often see a fully armored battle Endeavor these days. Flightless, but twice the size of a normal Endeavor the Colonel of a platoon was designed nominally to sit back and command 'his' flying troops from a vantage point, however they are more than capable of taking care of themselves and are a force to be reckoned with. Colonel only saw a small fraction of the short war before he was damaged and shut down for repairs, then he was awoken by his Administrator (effectively his commanding officer) in time for a hit on the structure he was housed in, the ceiling collapsed and he was the only 'living' thing left standing, he was unable to start up his troops alone and had no orders. He was found milling around waiting for a command at the end of the war and put into hibernation alongside his troops (and many many others) in one of a few underground storage units in the Wastelands. Years later a bunch of curious teenagers looking for a place to drink awoke him, they ran off. Colonel is unable to leave the storage units and unable to wake up the troops. No one knows he's awake so no one gives him any orders. He just wanders the hallways of miles upon miles of hibernating Endeavors, his favourite haunt being gallery 26, where his until is. And so he watches as one by one their power units fail in the poorly maintained facility, and his soldiers die off.
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