The Biometal loomed over the area it now called its domain, over the mechaniloids it had been taking from nearby patrol routes of Neo Arcadia, those it remembered so well because he himself had scrapped them in another life. It seemed satisfied with its work so far, but this strike force was too meager. It would not do for the plans it had, and boy did the Biometal have plans.
If it still had some sense of speech, it would have crackled out a familiar and hated laughter to those whom he had terrorized so long ago, and yet he had not terrorized them yet. What a grandiose occasion. He would ready the stage for the him of this time!
Instructing his minions to stay where they were, it floated closer and closer to a nearby factory, as close as it could get so it could influence more mechaniloids on his side. Five were patrolling near the area, and they were easy prey for its corruptive signature. As they followed orders and headed to where the others were, destroying their tracking signal, the Biometal followed them away...
Soon.
