#loyalandroid

"Shotgun!" He was always down for shopping with his friend. "What are we shopping for?"

combat training was important to the criminal detective android-- mainly due to the fact that he always pushed himself to be better and better. always grow and continue. you aren’t at the top of your game if you don’t continue to best yourself.  maybe it was because all combat training was against PC and PM androids. Obsolete.  they were trained to be police. not deviant hunters. not the wolves that would track down and kill the very beings that they were.    hell, if he tried to spar with connor, it’d just turn into what connor considered ‘ bonding ‘ ( over his dead body ). 

SQ800.

That was how Heidegger wanted this project to be named – and the outcome of it. Something that was so brilliant and unique, that Loqi often spent far too much overtime in the laboratories. Far far too much. And he always left late at night with a skip to his steps – just to return first thing in the morning again.

But it was these late evening hours that he enjoyed most. When he could try the first tests with SQ800.

It was a dream come true – because surely nothing as incredible had been made yet. Artificial intelligence in a form that was almost too human. Sitting across from SQ800 Loqi marveled at the android for a moment, before he started his work.

The android had been placed in a metal seat, still connected to several screens and devices through cables and tubes that provided the android with mako energy and equally gave Loqi feedback on the screens about his parameters.

During the work and updates he was turned off for now. Safety protocol. But now it was time to see whether the new functions were implemented correctly. Leaning forward, Loqi mustered SQ800, waiting for the blue light on his temple to start spinning and for his eyes to open.

𝕊𝕙𝕒𝕜𝕖𝕟 𝕄𝕦𝕤𝕖 𝕄𝕖𝕞𝕖

13: was suddenly attacked

It was late. Not completely unusual for Connor, but he really should have taken a taxi. Detroit is a dangerous city even during the day, but it was even worse at night. Gang violence and seedy deals down back alleyways. Drunks leaving the bars, just looking for a fight. However, it was the start of Spring, the weather warming and the atmosphere feeling peaceful. It’s a path he has walked many times before, and he was more than capable of taking out any potential dangers. 

It just seemed like such a waste to try to speed home to an empty apartment, preferring to just work through the night, but if Hank or Fowler found out he worked all night again, they would not be happy, to put it lightly. Apparently, he was an ‘HR Nightmare’. It does not look good if the DPD has their detective android working all the time with no breaks after a revolution giving them equal rights and freedom.

Connor knows it was his choice to move out of Hank’s home, and he doesn’t regret that decision. Since the revolution, he has lived with the lieutenant, and while he enjoyed his time there, he wanted to develop a sense of independence. He is considered one of the Jericho leaders, not that he likes labeling himself that, and the RK feels the need to show that he is more than capable of handling himself. Still, his apartment is quiet. He opted out of any pets since his hours are so erratic and it wouldn’t be fair for the animal to be lonely all the time like he is. At this point, he should have gotten used to the quiet. It’s been nearly a year since he moved out, yet he still makes excuses to himself as to why not to go home.

While that was all swirling in his mind, Connor had been too distracted to notice the men down the alleyway had seen his LED. It wasn’t until one of them tried to punch him that he turned and caught it, throwing the human back. There were three men, and a quick scan told him all he needed to know. They’ve all been arrested for some form of ant-android crime. 

“Gotta lotta nerve walkin’ ‘round here, plastic,” one of them sneered. 

Connor raised his hands backing away from the group, “I’m just out for a walk. There’s no reason this needs to escalate further,” he tries to reason. If he can avoid it, the RK doesn’t like to fight. He knows he could really hurt someone. 

"I don't have to go back to the Empire?" That seemed to almost concern him. "But where would I go? What would I do?"

Brigadier General Ulldor had been kind to the twins. More-so than that he opened his home to them, welcomed them into his family. They had only been small sprouts when he rescued them from an underground laboratory. The official version of events were that Lucian agents besieged the facility and the children needed to be relocated. Though that was largely the reality, it omitted why they were in the laboratory and what business Research Chief Verstael Besithia had studying them.

It had created a lot of extra stress for Caligo. He opened his life up for intense scrutiny, though he was an honourable man. Not once had he thought to take the easy way. To surrender Ariadne and Vergil to another’s care. He kept them close... kept them safe.

In that safety they found a new normal. One where they were permitted to be children. Their curious, inquisitive nature fostered by an education system that was new to them. Their adoptive father not only helped them, but he ensured they flourished, ever-encouraging them to hold onto their spark to acquire knowledge.

There was, however, one glaring secret.

Caligo’s own workshop.

It’s existence was known to them. Though they had been forbidden from joining him there, a secret space, one they never managed to budge his opinion on. No meant no and it was simply somewhere they weren’t allowed to go.

But their father couldn’t always be home. In fact there were plenty of times he had to travel away. And the twins had been more watchful than he was prepared for. Over time they puzzled what his security code was. Followed him right up to the door, asking again and again why they couldn’t go with him. While one asked, the other watched him input the code.

That was how they ended up finally stepping inside his workshop. The code had worked and their carer wasn’t any the wiser about their sneaking around.

It was moderately strange, having this android along on the suicide mission. John didn’t really know what to do with it. To trust it, or not. That was the question. Tali was no doubt going to have some issues with this. Hell, he might. 

CC turned his head then to give the other his full attention. “Yes, sir. I’m completely aware and functional. I’m sorry if my silence gave the impression that I was shut off. Is there anything that you need from me?” 

Sir...? Barry supposed the androids were kept at a lower rank than most human soldiers--mainly for morale and no other reason. Still... Barry saw them all as on the same rung, so the sir made his brows draw together a moment in confusion. But he smoothed them out after a second. 

And...well, he didn’t need anything from the SQ800. His squadron had even started calling him Silent Barry because he hardly ever spoke outside of actual necessity.