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"I am sorry, Sol. I seem to have made you angry." Judging by the tone of voice and the muscles in Solomon's face, he was certainly very irritated. The blue eyes looked down, trying to find a way to fix this, but human emotions were fickle and sometimes trying to ease them only caused them to worsen and grow ugly. Perhaps it would be best to wait this out until the human had calmed down on his own.

Though as soon as that thought finished the scolding came, blue eyes avoiding the red ones. "You are the human your father told me to protect." he said softly, giving a small nod. "My priority is to find shelter. Yes Sol." He gave a small bow, standing upright and turning his head, looking for his path before his body followed.

His first priority wast to always protect Solomon. That was the order given to him by his father, everything else came after.

Xan sighed, another puff of oxygen coming out. Shelter first, then back to Sky Tower. There was no order to stay at the shelter.

Minutes past, Hal's internal clock counting it as a full hour and a half before he found the beginnings of a town, stray buildings appearing. Eyes scanned for any heat signatures, none found before he walked onto the porch of an abandoned house, the wood covered in dust, erosion taking its toll on the building. The gloved hand gently pushed open the door, hinges squeaking loudly. That was good, it would warn of anyone sneaking in. He moved to close it, realizing the lock was broken off. The android left it, looking around and inspecting the house. It had long since been gutted, fabric torn and ripped off, paint chipped, light bulbs gone...

The rest of the house was inspected, turning the knobs of the kitchen sink, it trickled, but it was clean. He turned it off to preserve it, going back to the front then the side to the bedrooms. Bathroom, checking the water in these as well and deeming them clean before checking the bedrooms. Opening the first one he came across a dead body, long since decomposed, nothing more than saggy clothes and skin that was sunken in, tight, and looked of leather.

"Solomon." he said, activating the VOID headpiece he had installed. "Please tell me when you are ready to be picked up. And perhaps could you find a shovel? We will be needing it. On your command I will go to you and help you with your things. You will not move as fast leaving as you were running there. " Calculations showed it should have taken at least five hours hours but scans showed it had only taken him an hour and a half.

Hal would need to find nutrients to replenish the ones Solomon had lost running there. He would be weak and exhausted.

Xan listened to the order, browsing around the rest of the home, knocking on the walls to judge their sturdiness, finding something to tap the ceiling with. Everything seemed sturdy, the outside was just terribly eroded and the inside was scarce.

1. Don't go for Solomon.
2. Emotional Gauge?
3. Prepare to make more bullets.

"Sol, I apologize but I cannot follow the first order. Your safety is my number one concern and it was bending my encoded priorities to let you go to the junkyard alone." the male explained, walking back outside and checking the perimeter of the house. "And my face does indeed work accordingly with the programmed emotions, Solomon. I was smiling at you not to long ago. I believe an emotional gauge is not necessary for I do not think it wise to have two in my being. Thirdly, thank you for bringing the shovel, and I am prepared to do whatever you ask of me, Sol. If you are going to be emptying your clip I am on my way over." The talk switch was internally flicked off, stepping and then sprinting in the direction the signal came from.

He would get there within the hour. The odds were in the android's favor that Solomon would remain in perfect health.

The robot slowed down to a stop, looking at the bodies having long since bled into the sand. Xan bent down, inspecting each and every body closely. The heart, the head, the torso. They were also stripped of their rations and water supplies, though he found first aid kits, though small ones wrapped in fabric. Adding those to his own backpack he stood, re-calibrating the added weight before sprinting again. That was roughly at the point where Solomon contacted him. There seemed to be no blood on the sand, and the footsteps had long since been blown away. The chances of him being injured grew.

But he saw the large walls, gates, of the Sky Junkard. Statistically speaking, they served no useful function, thieves and slummy individuals always managing to get in. They now seemed to serve little else than decoration. "Solomon, I am at the entrance of the junkyard. I am going inside to find you. Please finish up your searching."

With no response being given Xan decided to find the gates, scanning himself in and entering. The technology was obsolete, most people finding side doors and entrances in, and the self-defense had long since died. Logging in was useless but Hal was here and it was the easiest to do.

The inside was scarce, scavengers from the past years having taken most of the good piecies, whatever scraps existing already rusting or were too far out of date for his components. There was little chance Solomon would find a central nervous system, that waas both biological and artificial, rare in this day and age, not to mention that if there were any robots in existence with this technology, it would be dead with them. Solomon would be working on Hal for quite a while to make his body compatible with a central nervous system, and it was time they did not have.

But slowly the android looked, pausing to speak with a man who started sifting through the metal with him. It was a false sense of security, the blonde feeling the vibrations of another pair of footsteps through his own feet, listening to specific sounds, a small 'flick,' quiet breathing, a sharp inhale. Turning his left hand shot out, grabbing the hand with the switchblade and giving a hard twist, hearing something snap before using his right hand to stop the fist, pulling the man closer before yanking him forward, letting go and obtaining a new grip on the man's bicep before swinging him into the current man into the previous, letting go of them both and watching them stagger and fall. Blue eyes watched carefully, suddenly hearing gunshots.

That was enough to send the current men running off, Hal pocketing the two things he found before walking towards the noise, more gunshots fired and the loud sound of fighting. Not that it did any good, a large group coming towards him. "Goodness gracious sir," he said, flicking on VOID once more, "You are certainly causing quite a racket. I do not approve of this. This is exactly the opposite of what I wanted. You are such a troublesome child, Solomon." his left hand aimed out, fingertips opening before bullets were shot off in quick succession, each man soon staggering and falling. "I pray you're done. Bullet count, zero, Sol. There are no known elements in this junkyard that can be turned into bullets compatible with my system, for your father created my bullets." and turned walking towards the ruckus once more.

"My apologies sir. I would be on my way to aid you, however the amount of trouble you are causing for the both of us has left me tied up at the moment." he responded, using the heel of his hand to shove the nose in and up into the brain, mn dropping dead while another arm was avoided, grabbing the wrist and elbow and flipping him down. "And I am eternally grateful that you are giving me a central nervous system. For putting yourself in harm's way I must be less grateful for. There are more subtle ways to go around this." This is what could be considered an argument, right? These happened so frequently Xan wasn't sure if it was an argument or a conversation.

A low sound resonated in the air along with a few cracks, blue eyes glancing back as a man held his broken hand from trying to punch the metal chassis. "My apologies." And did the same with his nose as the man before. A startling yell of pain made the blond eyebrows raise, fist being shoved against another man's adam's apple before turning, the man gasping for breath behind him. "Hm, being unruly again are we?" He asked before looking back at the man, hard boot kicking the skull, feeling it dent and break inwards before walking.

Solomon wasn't too far away, surprisingly. There he was sitting on a pile of dead bodies like a medieval king. "As usual, sir, you are shot."

"Sir, the last time I tried to keep my calculations to myself you grew angry with my near constant silence." He pointed out. It was hard to please Solomon, the android recorded. Though this was already a known fact. It was simply one of those days. "Please allow me to fix your bullet wound, Sol. We cannot have you get infected." he walked forward to check it but the human kicked pieces in Xan's direction, Xan stopping and watching him.

He was furious. "Yes sir. Understood sir." He bent down, slowly going through the pockets and items of those dead, It took a while, judging the contents based on weight, how much him and Solomon could carry, and necessity. With all the bodies and the sheer amount of weight Hal was finding, his back pack had been completely re-organized, a pile made to be put into Solomon's backpack and then a third pile that they had no room for.

But then on to collecting the pieces. He stayed silent, gathering them all and laying them out on the dirt in the order they were to be added, taking off his bag and re-organizing for the third time, including the pieces and adding other things to the pile they could not carry. They would have to leave some supplies behind. There was simply no room. "Sol," he said softly after two hours. "I have completed the tasks you've assigned me."