Detroit is the ground zero and origin city of Androids. Now its the place you have to call home. There is no choice; your betrayal of the Apex Predators had cost them a pretty paycheque, and living in a city of machines is the safest way for you to...
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Revenge is a concept that was initially understood to be done by humans exclusively. The act of seeking out those who had done you wrong to 'make things even' and cause them the pain that was suffered for an action. There were also the rare occurences of 'intelligent animals' doing the same, but unlike the selfishness of humanity; Animals did it to survive.
Cornered and stripped of your only means of escape had removed your flight. Now your only option was to bare your teeth and to retaliate with a fight. Hunting down the ones that posed a potential threat was your only option at survival. And you sure as hell were not going down without inflicting a wound that would send everyone else a warning.
Protocol 2: Uphold the Mission. Stay hidden, and Survive. In the Pilot handbook, removing threats was the key to survival.
Being without a Titan didn't make you any less lethal to your enemies on the playing field. It was normal to do tasks without the aid of your Robotic Partner, so carrying out the task of recon proved to be the easiest of tasks. A civillian city where the greatest 'danger' was the lack of dangerous artillery?
Fucking child's play.
Carrying the task out however, was the troublesome part. Having consciously deleted the remnants of your core memory - your friend - the instability of your own mind was having patches remain missing from your thoughts. Scouting missions were of second nature - staying hidden and gathering data to the smallest detail before returning back to base. You remembered leaving the building and seeking out every location available, then returning home and taking off your helmet.
But when did you get dressed into your Armour?
The various locations scouted and trails built off the smallest of details and hacking of CCTV and other security systems. All the data collected throughout these outings and the abundance of information was now in your posession.
But how did you get blueprints of these buildings?
It was by pure luck that you hadn't come home with blood on your hands, but once the trail of the Spectres was traced; The hunt had begun.
Though, being joined by the DCPD was a factor you hadn't anticipated. The only reason they could've possibly traced that specific building would have been to do with Connor. People were too stupid to trace details of that magnitude, and Connor was quite literally the only one that showed the slightest bit of genuine interest in you since your arrival. Smart enough to at least try and study you.
