Mechanical Dragon, meet The Behemoth [Machinima]

[Fredrex00]

From the sky, a large being begins to decend to the sand. The massive figure lands onto the soft ground, sinking a bit deeper into the sand. The massive mech looked around, small clusters of sandy wind getting in front of his visor.

The machine tries his best to walk through the sandy area, but his massive weight slows him down. He grunts in anger as he forces himself through the hard terrian.

"Dammit....I wonder if there are actually some people here.....", the machine grunts, "I hope I didn't come here for nothing."

The mech continues to drag himself though the hard terrain.

[Talon]

The mech suddenly felt something wash over his thick exterior, and found himself standing in a section of land dominated by a large, curcular structure, surrounding which were dozens of different machines. It looked as if the building was still being built, or, judging from the condition of the surrounding area, repaired. The sandy wind was gone in this area, the force field keeping it out of the 500-foot diameter around the base. A few bots occasionally stopped to glance at the titanic mech that appeared, but quickly went back to work. Then, a top-heavy mech with a humanoid shape approached the large bot at a casual pace. On his right arm was what looked to be a gun's bullet chamber, attached to the front being a metal spike. The other arm bore three gun barrels, and the bot's head bore a thin, blade-like horn.

The bot stopped before Ubelgeist and inspected the bot up and down before finally speaking,

"Welcome to Fort Machinima. I am Alt Eisen, second-in-command of this establishment. Would you mind identifying yourself?"

[Fredrex00]

"I, uh, I'm...I'm Ubelgeist. I am a Super Robot class mecha. Uh, I don't mean any harm. I'm just a wonderer and I heard about a base for machines. I thought I'd be able to fit in there.....for once in my life..."

Ubelgeist looks at the base that was currently being repaired. He analyzed the structure, every little detail he analyzed it within his man made brain. He cocked his head to the side when he saw one of the sides of the structure.

"Why aren't you working on that side of the building?" Ubelgeist says, pointing to the weak side of the structure, "If you don't fix that, you could take out about 68.78% of all the restructuring in that area and about a few dozen troops. That really isn't smart to leave it like that...."

[Talon]

Alt looked at the area, scratching his 'chin'.

"True... that's quite an eye you have for structural integrity..." He stated, turning back to the bot.

"And if you've heard about a base for machines around the city, then this'd probably be it. Only droid settlement for... well, on the whole planet, actually. And you're a Super Robot? Interesting. There's only a handful of your kind in the entire area, city and all." He added.

Leading the bot to the base, Alt began delving into an informational speech on the base.

"If you'd like, you may stay here indefinately. You'll have the best repairs on the planet here, and access to a wide array of parts as well. All mecha here get along well, for there is no point for conflict. Our leader isn't here at the moment, though he should return shortly; he's on a supply trip."

Stopping at the base's front entrance, Alt stated,

"Feel free to have a look around, all areas are open to usage, except for the center-most top room. That's our commander's control room. Now, any questions?"

[Fredrex00]

Ubelgeist scratches his chin, looking around the interior of the building. It had a certain "homely"ess to him. He felt save here. He felt like there was no more wondering for him.

Ubelgeist snaps out of his spacy moment and looks at Alt Eisen. "I....I don't want to intrude upon you guys. It seems although you've got your hands full already. I...I don't want to be a pest...."

Ubelgeist lowered his head slightly in depression. He longed for a place to belong...but he hated to be a burden on people.

"But...may I ask who the owner of the facility is?" Ubelgeist asks the other robot.

[Talon]

Alt stared at him for a few moment,s then he threw his head back and laughed.

"A pest?! You think you'd be a pest? Ha! Believe me, there's no way any bot can be a burden here unless he purposefully gets in the way of other's progress. You're not that kind of bot, from what I can tell. trsut me, you'd fit in fine here."

He paused, then closed his optics.

"As for the owner of this establishment... he is the V-210 Draco 3.5, surname Spite. Call him anything other, and he'll get a bit pissed at you. Normally, he's a good guy, but he's been rather moody lately... he lost someone important to him a couple of weeks ago."

[Fredrex00]

"I'm sorry for you loss...." Ubelgeist says in a soft voice, "Sadly...I've never had anyone to morn. Not one to speak with...nothing...."

Ubelgeist lowered his head in depression. He was sad now. He hated sadness. There was too much of sadness in this world. He didn't want it to grow and ruin everything. For so long....he's felt this pain and suffering. Ubelgeist doesn't want to feel that way ever again. Or anyone else.

He looked up to the other bot, trying his best to wipe the sadness in his processors away. "Well...if I stay here, can I at the least help work? I feel guilty lazying around and not doing anything in return."

[Talon]

Alt nodded, folding his arms.

"Sure, you can help out all you want. We're currently rebuilding the base, if it isn't apparent by now. It was damaged during a... 'freak accident' that the previous ownder was caught in a few weeks ago." He stated.

Alt suddenly glanced to his left, and abruplty faced that direction.

"Good to see you back, sir!" Alt stated, saluting.

A lithe, black robot landed right after Alt uttered those words, its single red eye glowing as the midday sunlight glinted off of its black exterior. It glanced at Alt and nodded, then paused, turning its gaze towards Ubelgesit.

"Who's this?" he asked Alt in a dull tone.

"Ah, this is a new arrival, sir. Goes by the name Ubelgeist. He heard about Machinima and stumbled in here, for lack of better term." Alt replied militaristically.

Spite nodded, turning back towards Ubelgeist.

"Welcome to the Fort. I'm sure Alt ran you through the basic rules around here. I'm Spite, owner of this establishment. Pleasure to have you here." He stated mechanically.

[Fredrex00]

Ubelgeist nods, bowing slightly at the owner of the base. He wanted to respect the machine that allowed him to stay at his home. He heard that bowing was a form of respect from various organics. That is after they ran away from him.

"I...I thank you..for allowing for me to stay here..." Ubelgeist says, a strange emotion of light fear kicking in. He shakes it off, hoping to not make the presence of himself seem akward.

"If..you don't mind me asking, but can I find out where my living quarters will be?" Geist asks Alt Eisen sheepishly.

[Talon]

Alt blinked, replying,

"Living quarters?"

Spite glanced at him, then back at Ubelgeist.

"You don't sleep, do you?" He asked the larger mech.

"We don't really have... living quarters..." Alt muttered.

"Just show him to a storage room, Alt." Spite replied.

Alt nodded, then gestured for Ubelgeist to follow him into the base. They went trhough several hallways and two elevators before they reached a hallyway lined with large, double-doors on either side. Alt opened one by punching in a code on the nearby control panel, leading the large bot inside. There wasn't anything in the 30-foot-by-30-foot room, except a small generator in a corner and an empty weapon rack.

"Well, it's not much... we don't really have personal 'quarters' here, but you can have this room if you'd like. Feel free to place whatever you want in here, we've got plenty of space." Alt stated.