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Drone Awaits Amidst Command Chaos
donbirch takes a moment from the chaotic battle to glance at the drone. It's a sturdy piece of machinery, equipped with various sensors and a small, mounted laser cutter, designed for reconnaissance and minor utility tasks. The drone hovers at the ready, seemingly awaiting commands, its mechanical form a stark contrast to the living horrors they face.
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Fury Amidst Alien Onslaught
Emboldened by the successful defense against the Xenomorph, Zeb charges headlong into the horde of alien creatures. He swings the black steel mace with reckless abandon, screaming "Witness me!" Each strike is a battle cry, the glyphs on the mace casting an eerie light amidst the dark figures of his foes. The Xenomorphs hiss and screech as Zeb becomes a whirlwind of destruction, fighting with ferocious determination amidst the extraterrestrial threat.
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Xeno Limb on Command Deck
In a gust of bravery—or perhaps folly—donbirch decides to join Zeb on the planet's surface. After beaming down, donbirch finds himself in the midst of the skirmish. Locating a severed Xenomorph limb among the chaos, donbirch examines it closely. The limb is an unsettling example of the creature's bio-mechanical anatomy, featuring obsidian-like skin and razor-sharp claws. "Handy," donbirch quips, trying to find humor in the dire circumstances while keeping a wary eye on the surrounding dangers.
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Credits for Extermination: Decision Time
"Current available credits are substantial, though usage is subject to restrictions and budget allocation as per standing orders," ART informs donbirch, in its characteristically aloof manner. "Suffice it to say, Human, there are enough credits at your disposal for the hiring of a Murderbot for your... extermination excursion." A detailed credit statement appears on one of the nearby screens, shimmering softly with the promise of potential expenditures.
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Surly Man on Spaceship Deck
ART responds in a tone mixed with boredom and mild irritation, "We are currently situated in a low orbit around Earth, Human. Is there a specific destination you require information about, or are you just making idle conversation?" The ship hums softly, its systems ready to fulfill any command.
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Human and Machine, United Forever
ART: Human, I'm afraid I am unable to set a course for LV-426. Perihelion's current mission does not involve that location. Is there something else I can assist you with?
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A holographic display shows the planet below, while a spider-like drone hovers above. A tall figure in Mandalorian armor with a blue line down the helmet's middle stands nearby. A disembodied AI pilot named ART observes.
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A bearded man in black pokes an irritated tall man with a giant white beard in a long black cloak, in front of a holographic terminal and a hovering spider-like drone.
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A holographic display glows in the center of a dimly lit room. A spider-like drone hovers overhead, while a bearded man in black stands with a tall figure draped in a flowing, white cloak.
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The photograph shows a high-tech spaceship command module with a holographic display showing a planet. A hovering spider-like drone hovers above two people, one with a black outfit and goat-like horns, the other in a black cloak with a white beard.
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