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Honour guard wrote:

PHarlock figured the robots wouldn't fall for it, still he thinned out the herd which was good for him. Not really good if someone dumb runs into them out in the plains he had the all shuffling into. He didn't like that they were more interested in him but he could get why, he was an unknown variable in this so it's obvious that they wish to learn as much as they could about him. But he really doesn't want that since they might come up with a way to infect him too. "You're losing your group. If you don't hurry you might lose them to tar pits." He wanted to resort to violence if he had no other choice, the moment he starts that will likely be it for any potential diplomacy if any at all.

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"Oh I don't mind at all, it'll be fun to get a little used to living here. Might do that when I retire from being lord commander. But that's more than afew years from now I think" Sephus says as he smiles back to her.

“Organics lost are inconsequential. Robotic units lost are inconsequential. Primary unit is all that matters. Dialogue with primary unit.” The robots said before returning to a cold gaze at Harlocke.

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Liline didn’t say much else after this, they collected Mitsy and their clothing from the shuttle, before Liline headed for a small district outside the big capital city. The Grand Tarwick Plaza was the name. It was a tall white building, with red canvas awnings on the outside. A brilliant rococo style building with a thing metal sign that spelled the name of the hotel. A doorman in a purple coat and purple tophat opened the door for the approaching couple. Inside the hotel was a lavish lobby, red carpets over a white tile floor with the occasional black tile. Ahead a circular concierge desk sat, with men in purple tuxedos with red piping along their paints stood. Liline approached and began talking with one.