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Ermor walked with a measured pace into the bar, a nervous looking man following after him. Sitting in a booth, Ermor gestured for the man to sit down as well. "Its nice to see you again, Searil." Ermor said, smiling at the man opposite from him. "Yes, well, I have come to bring you news on the newest happenings in the universe. You´ve been gone for quite some time Ermor." Searil replied, relaxing some now. Ermor nodded at the man. "Yes, I know. I´m ready for active duty again now."

"Good to know. Now, down to business. As you already know, the Culture has begun to move again. I haven´t gotten very far into their technology, its very advanced from what I´ve seen so far." Searil started, his face becoming serious. "I know, it makes me wonder where they were before this. They have been attacking our outposts as of late. I hope to manage to capture one of them this time." Ermor said, leaning back and making himself comfortable.

Searil frowned at him. "You never take anything seriously do you? Its going to get you killed one day." He said, slightly on the angry side. "I know, but please, lets get to talking about what is happening." Ermor answered, a grin spreading across his face. "Fine. As far as I´ve been able to figure out, the Culture wishes to get their mits on your experimental mechs that you´ve been developing. Namly, the Warenhari." Ermor cut him off with a gesture. "You mean the central command mech?" He said, leaning forward.

"The same. The targetting system is something new to them, they want to add it to their mechs as well." Searil started again. "Its stationed at a outpost right now, they´re running some more tests on it. The Warenhari still isn´t ready to see active duty." Ermor placed his chin on his right hand, entering deeply into thought. "We have to make sure to cut them off from it, I don´t want that to fall into enemy hands. Not this early in its development."

Prime Two entered the bar, intending on bringing Ermor some news in person. His onboard computer systems scanned the bar, an automatic function. Prime´s face contorted into a frown at the man making such a fuss. A steady hand reached down and drew his stun pistol, taking perfect aim at the man´s back. The weapon whined slightly, then a bolt of energy burst out and caused the man to crumple instantly.

Prime calmly slid the weapon back into its holster and he walked over to the man´s still body. Bending down, Prime moved the man to the side with one arm and dropped him in a heap a few feet away. His attention turned to the woman sitting at the bar booth. "I hope he didn´t give you too much trouble miss. Manners seem to be degrading around here as of late." Prime said, his eyes scanning her and bringing up information on her. His scan revealed that she was not human, though that did not bother him. In a matter of moments, the scan and the information he had collected was uploaded to the main frame for future referance.

Prime sighed tiredly. "It just so happens that I am a officer of the MMA. I also have direct control of the entire security systems and personnel in the area." he said, annoyed at the interuption. With an abrupt motion, Prime´s elbow buried itself in the man´s gut. As the man staggered back, Prime spun around, pulling out a short stick that began to buzz loudly. As if he was bored, he tapped the man with the stick and it gave a loud zap. The man´s nervous system was interrupted and he collapsed.

"Which of you wishes to fight the android next?" He said, turning his gaze to the other two men. The internal computer scanned the both of them, giving them a threat level. Needless to say, it wasn´t very high at all. The information was relayed to the mainframe, storing their bio signatures for later pickup.

"I am capable of consuming anything a human normally is capable of consuming." Prime answered her, sitting down in her booth. "I have more than enough time. It helps when 100 copies of my person exist." He said, storing his stun baton back under his jacket. "Recruitment is one of my sub routines, so job opportunites would be good to discuss. Only the best of the best receive the coordinates for this planet from me." Prime paused.

"Ah, yes, the designation for this body is Prime Two, it would be much simpler to just call me Prime." He looked at her again, making another scan of her while she was standing. There was a short pause as he received conformation that the two men had already been picked up by security. "So, please, begin by giving me your name."

Prime gave her a bewildered look. "I use organs intended to be transplanted in humans. I can not metabolize fuels..." He said, his voice lowering ever so slightly. "It would cause major damage to my digestive system. I will have to pass on your offer, I apologize." Prime added, looking sincere in his apology. Raising a hand, he called the barmaid over. "May I have 1 oz blended whiskey, 1 oz gin, 1 tbsp lemon juice, and 1 tsp powdered sugar? Shaken and then placed in a glass half full with ice please." He said, rattling off the ingredients. The barmaid nodded, used to haveing Prime ask for the ingredients instead of just the drink name.

"Now, back to business." Prime began, turning back to her. After a split second of accessing the main frame, he answered. "Well, the Army doesn´t participate in very many covert missions. Most clients like us to come in with all guns blazing, to put it bluntly." He paused, confering briefly with the other 99 Prime units. "It would be recommended to wear an AS suit anyway, the main frame could design a suit to play off your strengths if you wish." Another short pause. "It would be of great value to download data directly to you. Though it would be prudent to have a outstanding anti virus program installed, there are a number of quite nasty viruses out there." His drink came and he calmly took a sip.

"My apologies, senior officer, I was mistaken in thinking that you possessed the capacity to metabolize fuels such as I do. My body burns them as an alternative resource to electricity, thus I benefit from the heavier fuels to a significant degree." She listened, interested, as Prime listed the materials contained within the concoction he was to consume.

She frowned as he indirectly denied her request. "The AS suit would only serve to dampen my capacities, particularly my cloaking shield. I cannot avoid the naked eye in such a suit, and due to the small frame of my body, especially when compared to the bulk of the suit, I would perform with a lesser degree of agility and stealth." She sighed, "but as you are not yet performing such missions, this information would be irrelevant, as would my highly functional anti-virus programs contained within my memory systems." She took a long swig from the 'beverage' before her. "Would you care to at least keep me in mind, were such a mission to arise?"

"I am grateful for your action." Kiryu responded. "For electrical charging, I have my Mecha. Such is the only docking station which I require." She paused, "As before this moment you were unaware of my existence, I doubt that I am the purpose for which you arrived at this bar, if you care to return to your initial duty, I would be reluctant to keep you from it." She smiled.