Trial and Error.

+++Memory Leak Detected+++

Data Corruption

            Extent: High

Self Diagnostic: Unable to self-repair.  Se(kill)ek Manufacturer immediately.

Set Location of travel: Acherus.

Extensive Diag(death to the living)nostic Engaged:

Insufficient cover of circuitry resulting in damage of vital systems.

Conclusion:     Damage as a result of multiple strikes from objects blunt/sharp, composed primarily of primitive metals.

                        Uknown energy source resulting in repeated cor(the light…stop the light forever)ruption of programming.

Running self-repair systems…

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…(kill)…

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Auspex engaged.

Subject Acquired: Human Male, deceased [functional]

Distance: 5 meters

Classification: Death Knight [meat-born]

Equipment:     Antiquated Saronite covered in decayed linen.

                        1 Rune Sword

“Ah, the prodigal son returns.  Welcome back, Twenty Six.  It seems Professor Braun wasn’t so useless afterall.  He just bought himself another sunrise.  As for you—we’ve great plans for you, my Saronite Golem.”

Clarification: Subject designated as Baron Rivendare.

Obey Commands.

“You look slightly worse for the ware, but that was to be expected.  The way you butchered those hapless Crusaders was a site to warm my black, shrunken heart.  We’re going to have the Professor take a good look at you, make a few adjustments here and there.  There’s been a set-back at Light’s Hope…things didn’t…quite turn out as we had wanted there.  But, as one problem arises, so to does a solution.  I’ll instruct you more once Braun finishes with you.  We’ll be keeping this one our little secret.”

Subject: Baron Rivendare.  Facial expression, wink.

Clarification irrelevant.  Return to manufacturer for immediate repair.

Acquire means of transportation to [Citadel] Acherus.

Subject: Gryphon, deceased [functional]

Initializing transportation protocols.

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…(KILL!)

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Disengaging transportation protocols.

En route: Location—Laboratory, Acherus.

Subjects Acquired: Two sentients:

                                    Hum(They live)an—2

            Designation:    Professor Victor Braun

                                    Professor Laura Smith

kill.kill.kill.kill.kill.kill.kill.kill.kill.kill.kill.

obey.obey.obey.obey.obey.obey.obey.obey.obey.

Systems error.  Shutting down.

System Status—functional. 

Warning: Impediment to:

Motor Ability: Composition—Saronite.

Auspex: Composition—Linen.

“…me, this can’t be happening.  This can’t be happening!”

“Victor, calm down.  He just needed some basic repairs, that’s all.  And be thankful he did, it means we’re both still useful to these people.”

“He needed repairs!  His fucking arm was hanging by a chord!  And who knows how much shit we lost in that bucket skull of his from the damage.”

“Yeah, well, they don’t know that do they?  And whose bright idea was it to give him a basic robe, hmm?  Look at him now—he’s perfect.  Head to toe in black Saronite.”

“Laurie, come here.  Come here, I want you to take a good look at this.  Do you see anything wrong here?  Do you?!  His entire face is charred to shit!  We can’t buff that out or reinforce it without risking more damage to his systems.  Face it, we’re fucked.  Fucked!  He doesn’t even remotely resemble ‘passable’ anymore!  If the Baron sees this…”

“IF he sees it?  He’s already seen it Victor, believe that.  We just need to go back to Scholomance, that’s all.  The flesh samples there are still at least somewhat pure, and much more advanced that what we’ve got here.  Please, Victor, don’t panic.”

“[loud expulsion of air] I suppose.  Listen, I…I’m sorry.  I shouldn’t have yelled at you like that.  It’s this, you know?  It’s this job, the stress…it…I just don’t know.  This wasn’t what I had in mind at all for us.”

“[unkown noise.  Possibility: steam escape], Victor.  You don’t have to say anymore.  We’ll figure this one out.  And then, who knows?  [pause] Look at him.  He’s…beautiful, isn’t he?  Pure.  Just like they said the whole world would be, after all this.  It’s funny…all of this work, together.  He’s like our…our son, isn’t he?”

[audible exchange of fluid: composition: saliva].  “In a funny sort of way…yes, yes he is.  Oh, Laurie.  We’ll be evacuating this location soon.  They said we’ll be relocating somewhere else…oh damn it, I can’t remember.  Anyways, we’re going back to Northrend.”

“Oh?  Who told you that?”

“That filthy charlatan, Professor Mencerum.  You know the one, in the Plague Halls.  I don’t know.  We’ve got about two hours, he said.”

“Hmmm…[disturbance of material: composition: wool/silk/linen] why don’t we let the Geist’s handle packing things up?  You know how quick they get things done…I’d like to see the sunset from the top balcony.  Would you care to join me…professor?”

“[laughter] let’s leave our son to his babysitters then.”

Self Diagnostic:  All systems functional.

New Hardware installed:

            Reinforced Saronite exoskeleton

            Reinforced Saronite armor

            Reinforced Saronite runeblade

Memory systems: Repaired.

Engaging memory program. 11.15.22.24.05

“…run!  Oh Light, we can’t hold them!  Damn you Abb—“

Subject: Terminated

Targets Acquired: 124 sentients:

                                    Human—124

Distance: .5-71.4 meters

Classification: Soldier: 54

                        Civilian: 70

Engaging combat protocols, DK-26.

“Hack that filthy abomination to pieces!  Go!  Cover their escape, fire damn you!”

++Damage detected++

Location: Arm

Extent: Limited functionality

Probability of Obstruction of objective: 0%

Disengaging memory program. 11.15.22.24.05— 11.15.23.01.43

Auspex engaged.

Subject Acquired: Human Male, deceased [functional]

            Designation: Baron Rivendare

Distance: .1 meters

New Hardware installed:

            Reinforced face plating.  Composition: Unknown.

New Programming installed:

[denied].  System must restart in order for new programming to take affect.

“Glad to see the good professors prove their worth yet again.  This should keep you hale and hardy when you hack the living to pieces further from where we can repair you.  You’ve got a lot of work to do, Twenty Six.  You’ve got your next assignment, and it’s going to involve you going to Silvermoon.  You remember Silvermoon, don’t you?  They tell me your earlier programming had the layout there already.  With so many…unreliable men, we need someone with your unique ability to follow instruction without the little moral hang-ups that those weaker than you have encountered.  So, I’ve given your programming a little tweak and given you a new face.  We’ll all be heading north soon…but I’d like you to just sit tight.  Stay a little while, and rest.  When you wake up, your new programming should kick in and…well, what I wouldn’t give to be there when it does.”

System Shutting Down.