Anubis

Under construction

Mob Drone (Experimental)

AHM-83284, nicknamed "Anubis," is a brand new type of android that holds several smaller attack drones within hidden compartments along his wings and neck. Anubis is programmed to recognize threats, assess the threat level, and attack accordingly; releasing a certain number of Mini Drones to act as back up.

As of recently, the Mini Drones are not able to relocate the compartment where they originated from. Opting to circle over Anubis' head instead of searching for their home compartment.




Terminal Powering On...


Welcome, User! Please Enter Your Username And Password.


Password Is Incorrect. An Alarm Will Be Triggered Upon Second Failure.


Password Accepted. Welcome, (USER).


Opening Document PROJECT.COMPROMISED.


WARNING: Classified Document. Checking Credentials.


Access Granted.


Unit Designation: AHM-83284-2-PD.

Unit Code Name: PC "Project Compromised".

Status: Offline. Undergoing Repair/Maintenance.

Physical Damage: 0%.

Magic: Stable.

Reactor Core: Stable.

Biomechanics: Stable.

Drone Pods: Offline. Undergoing Repairs/Maintenance.

Weapons: Offline. Undergoing Repairs/Maintenance.

Last Resort: Not Found. Possible Missing Component.

Date Of Project Completion: [CLASSIFIED].

Description: Unit AHM-83284-2-PD is a massive dragonoid structure constructed from equal parts robotics and biological material resembling an Emperor in size and shape. The structure has two heads, four wings, eight legs, and two tails. The construct is equipped with multiple weapons, including the addition of hundreds of drone pods along the necks and wings and several weapons of biological origin.



Accessing File Logs...


Enter Password To View Logs.


Password Approved. Access granted.


Accessing Log One...


Completed. Playing Log One.



Colors flicker over the monitor. Two dragons are seen sitting behind a sturdy grey table. One was a purple and violet Skydancer with a tall, slim frame. He was adorned with feathers and sparkling drapes. His front limbs were on the table with his front paws gently pressed against each other. Shimmering wings hung loosely behind him.

The other was a smaller, and older looking Tundra. His grey mane fell neatly on the burlap mantle around his shoulders. He wore glasses, a black and brown suit, and a little furry creature clutched to one of the Tundra's folded wings.

"If you are hearing this," the Tundra began, "I hope the worse hasn't happened yet. I am Salem; Leader of the Diamoor clan and Head of the Diamoor Robotics Factory."

"And I am Doc; Leader of the Protectors of the Glen and keepers of the Elm and the Gate." The Skydancer's shoulders relaxed as he spoke. "Normally, the two of us would not wish to be near each other, but circumstances have brought an end to our petty stone-throwing contest."

Salem nodded and let Doc continue.

"It had come to our attention that the seals on the Elm and the Gate could be weakening. If this happens, it could lead to a war amongst the Gods with an uncountable amount of casualties."

Salem tapped on the tablet before him, "The data in this file describe a weapon that each of our factions are taking part in creating. We are calling it 'Project Compromised.' It is a massive construction. Part biological. Part mechanical. The weapon will be activated when it is notified that the Elm or the Gate has been compromised. With the creation of this Machine, a trues has been issued. The Protectors and the factory workers are officially on the same side. The side to protect the world."

The screen went dark again.


End Of Log One.





More Testing Required

(Front Pager 1/26/2020)