User:Axier2732

Background
Where I came from is unclear to my databanks. I fell from the sky, and now I am here... All around me the others are squishy. This confuses me. I know their language, but do not know what they are. I am an anomaly. I don't believe I should exist here. My weapon is obscure as well... It has an equal, a "Plasma Rifle" they call it, but it is much different. Mine is compact, and seems to never need a new power supply... Why can't I remember anything. I am a machine, and they are not. I feel like something inside me wants to kill them, but I do not know why... I do not know why I look like a flashlight! Why do I glow? This seems drastically non-tactical... These people around me do not seem to have created me. They do not look like my creators. For some reason, I want to hunt my creators, like they have drastically wronged me. I have chosen the title Axier, this sounds familiar...

Current Observations
I do not know why, but there are people who like to kill. These radicals hunt down the others for wealth. It also seems to be fights for their power supplies. This "food" as they call it is ingested for energy. The concept is confusing to me. I have decided to protect the ones near me. They seem to treat me like I am... What they call a "blessing", or a "god". These concepts are also weird. I am their protector and leader now.

Others now come. In birds of iron. These skyships fly with what feels to be an archaic method to me. They call them "Vertibirds", a form of VTOL aircraft. They come with technology that could save the people of the "Mountain State Wastes", but instead they bring death and destruction. These are my enemy.

Current Objectives
Kill all targets labeled "Enclave" Targets are well armored but have no shielding. Their energy weapons lightly pierce kinetic barriers, a solution must be found. Although most damage is superficial.