Rogue Transmissions

'Wᴀɪᴛ sᴏ ʏᴏᴜ sᴀɪᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ᴇᴍᴇʀᴀʟᴅs ʟɪᴛ ᴜᴘ ʙᴇғᴏʀᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ʙʟᴀᴄᴋᴇᴅ ᴏᴜᴛ? "Wᴇʟʟ...ʏᴇs. Hᴏᴡᴇᴠᴇʀ, ᴏɴʟʏ 5 ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇᴍ ᴡᴇʀᴇ ᴀᴛ ᴡᴏʀᴋ, ᴡʜᴇʀᴇᴀs ᴛʜᴇ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ 2 ʀᴇᴍᴀɪɴᴇᴅ ᴅᴏʀᴍᴀɴᴛ." Hᴍ. Tʜᴀᴛ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅ ᴇxᴘʟᴀɪɴ ᴡʜʏ ʏᴏᴜ ɢᴇᴛ sᵗᵘᶜᵏ ᶦⁿ ᵗʰᶦˢ... "ᵛᵒᶦ̴ᵈ̸"̷ ̸ʸ̶ᵒ̶ᵘ̸ ̷ᵏ̸ᵉ̷ᵉ̷ᵖ̶ ̴ˢ̴ᵖ̷ᵉ̴ᵃ̶ᵏ̶ᶦ̵ⁿ̸ᵍ̶ ̶ᵒ̴ᶠ̵. . . .'

'ɴᴏᴏᴏᴏᴏ ᴅᴏɴᴛ ᴍɪɴᴇ sᴛʀᴀɪɢʜᴛ ᴅᴏᴡɴ "sᴛᴏɴᴇ ᴘɪᴄᴋᴀxᴇ ɢᴏᴇs ʙʀʀʀʀʀʀʀʀʀʀʀʀ" ᴡᴀɪᴛ. ɪs ᴛʜɪs ᴛʜⁿᵍ ˢᵗᶦˡˡ ᵒⁿˀ'

'"Yᴏᴜ ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴀɴʏ ʀᴇᴀʟ ᴘᴇᴏᴘʟᴇ ᴡᴏʀᴋɪɴɢ ғᴏʀ ʏᴏᴜ ɪɴ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴛᴏᴡᴇʀ ᴏʀ ʟᴀʙs ᴏʀ ᴀɴʏᴛʜɪɴɢ?" Oғ ᴄᴏᴜʀsᴇ I ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ. A ᴍᴇʀᴇ ᴍɪɴᴅʟᴇss ᴍᴀᴄʜɪɴᴇ ᴜɴᴅᴇʀ ᴄᴏᴍᴘʟᴇᴛᴇ ᴄᴏɴᴛʀᴏʟ ʙʏ ɪᴛ's ᴘʀᴏɢʀᴀᴍᴍᴇʀ ɪs ᴏʙᴊᴇᴄᴛɪᴠᴇʟʏ ʙᴇᴛᴛᴇʀ ᴛʜᴀɴ ᴀ ᴡᴀʟᴋɪɴɢ sʟᴀʙ ᴏғ ᴍᴇᴀᴛ ᴡɪᴛʜ ɪᴛ's ᴅᴏᴜʙᴛs ᴀɴᴅ ғᴇᴀʀ ᴏғ ᴅᴇᴀᴛʜ. A ᴍᴀᴄʜɪɴᴇ ᴅᴏᴇsɴ'ᴛ ᴘᴏssᴇss ᴀɴʏ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴏsᴇ ᴛʜɪɴɢs. Hᴇʟʟ, ᴍᴀᴄʜɪɴᴇs ғᴇᴇʟ ɴᴏᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴀᴛ ᴀʟʟ. ". . ." "Wʜᴀᴛ ᴅᴏᴇs ᴛʜᴀᴛ sᴀʏ ғᴏʀ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀɴᴅ ʏᴏᵘʳ ᶜʳᵉʷˀ" ...ᵀʰᵉʳᵉ ᵃʳᵉ ˢᵒᵐᵉ ᵉˣᶜᵉᵖᵗᶦᵒⁿˢ.'

'ᴵ’ᵛᵉ ᶜᵒᵐᵉ ᵗᵒ ᵐᵃᵏᵉ ᵃⁿ ᵃⁿⁿᵒᵘⁿᶜᵉᵐᵉⁿᵗ: ˢʰᵃᵈᵒʷ ᵗʰᵉ ᴴᵉᵈᵍᵉʰᵒᵍ’ˢ ᵃ ᵇᶦᵗᶜʰ ᵃˢˢ ᵐᵒᵗʰᵉʳ ᶠᵘᶜᵏᵉʳ. ᴴᵉ ᵖᶦˢˢᵉᵈ ᵒⁿ ᵐʸ ᶠᵘᶜᵏᶦⁿᵍ ʷᶦᶠᵉ. ᵀʰᵃᵗ’ˢ ʳᶦᵍʰᵗ, ʰᵉ ᵗᵒᵒᵏ ʰᶦˢ ʰᵉᵈᵍᵉʰᵒᵍ ᶠᵘᶜᵏᶦⁿ' ᵠᵘᶦˡˡʸ ᵈᶦᶜᵏ ᵒᵘᵗ ᵃⁿᵈ ʰᵉ ᵖᶦˢˢᵉᵈ ᵒⁿ ᵐʸ ᶠᵘᶜᵏᶦⁿᵍ ʷᶦᶠᵉ, ᵃⁿᵈ ʰᵉ ˢᵃᶦᵈ ʰᶦˢ ᵈᶦᶜᵏ ʷᵃˢ ᵀᴴᴵˢ ᴮᴵᴳ. ᴬⁿᵈ ᴵ ˢᵃᶦᵈ “ᵗʰᵃᵗ’ˢ ᵈᶦˢᵍᵘˢᵗᶦⁿᵍᵎ” ˢᵒ ᴵ’ᵐ ᵐᵃᵏᶦⁿᵍ ᵃ ᶜᵃˡˡᵒᵘᵗ ᵖᵒˢᵗ ᵒⁿ ᵐʸ ᵗʷᶦᵗᵗᵉʳ ᵈᵒᵗ ᶜᵒᵐ: "ˢʰᵃᵈᵒʷ ᵗʰᵉ ᴴᵉᵈᵍᵉʰᵒᵍ, ʸᵒᵘ ᵍᵒᵗ ᵃ ˢᵐᵃˡˡ ᵈᶦᶜᵏ, ᶦᵗ’ˢ ᵗʰᵉ ˢᶦᶻᵉ ᵒᶠ ᵗʰᶦˢ ʷᵃˡⁿᵘᵗ ᵉˣᶜᵉᵖᵗ ᵂᴬʸ ˢᵐᵃˡˡᵉʳ." ᴬⁿᵈ ᵍᵘᵉˢˢ ʷʰᵃᵗ, ʰᵉʳᵉ’ˢ ʷʰᵃᵗ ᵐʸ ᵈᵒⁿᵍ ˡᵒᵒᵏˢ ˡᶦᵏᵉ: ᴾᶠᶠᶠᶠᶠᶠᶠᶠᴳᴶᵀ. ᵀʰᵃᵗ’ˢ ʳᶦᵍʰᵗ ᵇᵃᵇʸ. ᴬˡˡ ᵖᵒᶦⁿᵗ, ⁿᵒ ᵠᵘᶦˡˡˢ, ⁿᵒ ᵖᶦˡˡᵒʷˢ, ˡᵒᵒᵏ ᵃᵗ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ᶦᵗ ˡᵒᵒᵏˢ ˡᶦᵏᵉ ᵗʷᵒ ᵇᵃˡˡˢ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵃ ᵇᵒⁿᵍ. ᴴᵉ ᶠᵘᶜᵏᵉᵈ ᵐʸ ʷᶦᶠᵉ ˢᵒ ᵍᵘᵉˢˢ ʷʰᵃᵗ, ᴵ’ᵐ ᵍᵒⁿⁿᵃ ᶠᵁᶜᴷ ᵀᴴᴱ ᴱᴬᴿᵀᴴ. ᵀᴴᴬᵀˢ ᴿᴵᴳᴴᵀ ᵀᴴᴵˢ ᴵˢ ᵂᴴᴬᵀ ʸᴼᵁ ᴳᴱᵀ, ᴹʸ ˢᵁᴾᴱᴿ ᴸᴬᶻᴱᴿ ᴾᴵˢˢ. ᴱˣᶜᵉᵖᵗ ᴵ’ᵐ ⁿᵒᵗ ᵍᵒⁿⁿᵃ ᵖᶦˢˢ ᵒⁿ ᵗʰᵉ ᵉᵃʳᵗʰ, ᴵ’ᵐ ᵍᵒⁿⁿᵃ ᵍᵒ ʰᶦᵍʰᵉʳ. ᴵ’ᵐ ᵖᶦˢˢᶦⁿᵍ ᵒⁿ ᵗʰᵉ ᴹᴼᴼᴼᴼᴼᴼᴺᵎ ᴴᵒʷ ᵈᵒ ʸᵒᵘ ˡᶦᵏᵉ ᵗʰᵃᵗ, ᴼᴮᴬᴹᴬˀ ᴵ ᴾᴵˢˢᴱᴰ ᴼᴺ ᵀᴴᴱ ᴹᴼᴼᴺ, ʸᴼᵁ ᴵᴰᴵᴼᵀᵎ ʸᵒᵘ ʰᵃᵛᵉ ᵗʷᵉⁿᵗʸ⁻ᵗʰʳᵉᵉ ʰᵒᵘʳˢ ᵇᵉᶠᵒʳᵉ ᵗʰᵉ ᵖᶦˢˢ ᵈ ʳ ᵒ ᵖ ˡ ᵉ ᵗ ˢ ʰᶦᵗ ᵗʰᵉ ᶠᵘᶜᵏᶦⁿᵍ ᵉᵃʳᵗʰ, ⁿᵒʷ ᵍᵉᵗ ᵒᵘᵗ ᵒᶠ ᵐʸ ᶠᵘᶜᵏᶦⁿᵍ ˢᶦᵍʰᵗ ᵇᵉᶠᵒʳᵉ ᴵ ᵖᶦˢˢ ᵒⁿ ʸᵒᵘ ᵗᵒᵒᵎ'

'"C4L-M." Wʜᴀᴛ ɪs ɪᴛ, Oᴍᴇʟᴇᴛᴛᴇ? "Eᴠᴇʀ sɪɴᴄᴇ Eɢɢᴍᴀɴ's ʙᴇᴇɴ ʙᴜsʏ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʜɪs ʀᴏʙᴏᴛs, I ʜᴀᴠᴇɴ'ᴛ sᴇᴇɴ ʜɪᴍ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴏғ ʜɪs ʟᴀʙ." Yᴇᴀʜ, ʜᴇs ɢᴏᴛ ᴀ ʙɪɢ ᴘʀᴏᴊᴇᴄᴛ ɢᴏɪɴɢ ᴏɴ ʀɪɢʜᴛ ɴᴏᴡ. Bᴜᴛ, I ᴅᴏ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴀɴᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ɪᴅᴇᴀ. "Aʟʀɪɢʜᴛ!" - "Eᴠᴇɴ ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜ ɪᴛ's ɴᴏᴛ ᴀᴄᴛᴜᴀʟʟʏ ʜɪᴍ... Iᴛ's sᴛɪʟʟ ɴᶦᶜᵉ ᵗᵒ ˢᵉᵉ ʰᶦˢ ᶠᵃᶜᵉ ᵃᵍᵃᶦⁿ. ᵀʰᵃⁿᵏˢ.."'

'A rift? What do you mean a rift? Fuck...this was bound to happen at some point. Alright. We'll need to get rid of the taint and flux in the area, but we'll need backup. Load your weapons. This is gonna be hell.'

'Item: Way Stone Purpose: A gateway through islands Data Log: I've sent him through but I haven't received word on his travels other than snippits of his previous transmission but even then I could hardly tell what it was. Alas, the waystone did work as planned, and he is at least alive... for now.'

" Fuck. I knew I shouldn't have let my greed get to me. Especially since I wasn't prepared for it either. " C4L-M ran as fast as it could go, traversing through the forest with a mob of evil wizards after it. The gap between them began to increase slowly. That was, until C4L-M tripped on a stray vine, causing it to fall to the ground. Albatar, one of the wizards, jabs it's back with the bottom of his staff. "You've lasted longer than our previous encounters, we'll give you that." He thought for a second before making his decision "Tell you what, I'm feeling generous, so i'll let you off with a 'warning'." Albatar's hand started to glow, and soon after, so did C4L-M. The process was instant, the wizards left without a trace, and C4L-M was blacked out. Skully wasn't too far away and walked towards the noise to check out what was going on. To his surprise, he stumbled upon the robot, now turned into an anthropomorphic goat. He stares at it perplexingly before he shrugs it off and takes it back to the tavern.

Waking up at the bar, he looks up to see Skully cleaning out a glass with a rag. "What happened?" "I don't know, chief, you looked pretty fucked up so i brought you back to the city. But uh, here" He grabs the clothes that were folded behind him and places it in front of me "Put on these, cant have you walking around butt-ass nude in my bar. Not looking forward to confrontation from animal control." I laughed and slipped on the clothes as soon as they were placed down. "Thanks," "No Problem," He sets the clean glass with the others and wipes out another. "Your name was uh... C4L-M?" "Yeah, why?" "Im not sure if that robot name'll fit you anymore dog," "Why not..?" Looking at myself, a little shocked at the appearance and awareness of senses, I nod to agree. "Hm. Dolus. I think that name fits ya." He said putting down another clean glass" "Not bad actually, I'll take it."

"I was born in the Valley of the Lost, far to the east of the Burning Strait. My people and the Piglins... we weren't exactly friends. They murder and pillage, destroying the land in their quest of greed, slaughtering any who don't share their lust for gold... My people were peaceful. Until the Piglins came along, we lived quiet lives, surviving as best we could in the sand seas. But that was before the ghasts cried... Before my time. I don't hate the Piglins, but I don't like them, either. My people may have provoked the war, but I don't have to be happy with who won it."