Hey gamers. I had this idea a few days ago as I was playing Apex Legends with some friends. We were talking about the two robots, Pathfinder and Revenant and how they're both creations of Hammond Robotics. Now, I know Apex Legends is set in the Titanfall universe and my knowledge of that is severely limited. But the interwebs is a wonderful thing and I was able to glean information about stuff and thus this smol thing was born. I actually do intend on making it a full story, so yeah.
He always put on a cheery facade and was always relentlessly optimistic, no matter the situation. It was necessary, well, for his human counterparts, at least, to alleviate any sort of stress or anxiety they might feel. His programming wouldn't allow any sort of negativity. He was a Mobile Robotic Versatile Entity, a M.R.V.N. He wasn't supposed to have any personality, merely a metal slave to follow orders from humans. But something had changed. Someone had reprogrammed Pathfinder to be more human, more alive. Almost like he was supposed to be the child they never had.
It's been decades since he woke up in that laboratory. Confused, he had wandered around, finding nothing. No people to help him, no other robots, no files in the computer system. The only thing he found that was worth anything was the grappling system on his back and left arm and a charred note: "Pathfinder MkI, Forward Scout: repurposed M.R.V.N. for combat and scouting". He made his way across the Frontier, eventually seeing an advertisement for the Apex Games. It was there where he made a few calculations and logic trains. Joining the Apex Games promised fame. Fame meant people knowing who you were. People knowing who you were meant that they would want to see you. If his creator was out there, they would see him competing. Then they would surely want to get to him again. He could find his creator. The odds calculation came up. No result. That was okay. Pathfinder would succeed.
When he went to the sign up booth, the attendant was taken aback that a robot, a M.R.V.N. no less, would want to sign up. When he was denied to participate in the games, Pathfinder pointed out that there were no such restrictions. It was open to all. And besides, Pathfinder was nearly human. He had emotions too. The attendant did not give him a high five, but entered Pathfinder in the roster anyway. A few weeks later, Pathfinder was on a dropship on an unknown planet, flying over King's Canyon. His teammates were a 30 year old male named Elliot Witt, known to his fans as "Mirage", due to his use of holographic projectors and decoys, and a 32 year old female named Renee Blasey, codenamed Wraith because of her unique abilities to phase in and out of the dimension. It was Pathfinder's first game and he was excited. Since then, Pathfinder had been playing in the games for a year. Billions of fans adored him, giving him high-fives whenever they saw him. Pathfinder had many friends and many, many fans, but no one had come forward to tell him that he was their creation. And that saddened him.
It wasn't until a few weeks ago that a newcomer showed up. An old robot named Revenant. Everyone stayed far away from him, as he had made a name in the criminal underworld as the best hitman and assassin of the Hitman Syndicate. His story was told to the legends as a way of not pissing him off: his mind had been placed in a simulacrum by Hammond Robotics and swore revenge against the company, eventually killing the corporate legend Forge just to spit in their face and joining the Apex Games himself. Pathfinder took an interest to Revenant, not because the two were robots, but because Pathfinder noticed a mark on Revenant that he recognized on his own chassis, the logo of Hammond Robotics, the same one as his. The old one from nearly 300 years ago. So one night, Pathfinder went into Revenant's quarters.
"Knock, knock," Pathfinder said, standing in Revenant's doorway. The simulacrum, glanced over his shoulder.
"Fuck off," he growled. Pathfinder remained.
"I have an inquiry," he said. Revenant ignored him. "I noticed you have an older logo of Hammond Robotics on you. Seeing as you are their creation, I would like to-" Pathfinder was cut short when Revenant lunged across the room, slamming Pathfinder into the floor.
"Don't call me their creation like… like they're some benevolent gods! They ruined me and made me into… into this monster!" Revenant back off of Pathfinder, stomping around, yelling. Black energy began flaking off of Revenant. "I had a life, I know I did, but thanks to those fuckers, I can't remember who the fuck I was, where I'm from, or anything! I only remember waking up and slaughtering every single goddamn person in that facility. I didn't know I was a robot until I took a job which caused my programming to fail and I saw what they had turned me into; a monster." He sat down heavily, the black fading. "I didn't ask to be this… this synthetic nightmare." He looked up at the childishly optimistic M.R.V.N, Revenant's yellow eyes meeting Pathfinder's single red receptor. "Why are you here anyway?"
"I was simply wondering if you knew anything. About Hammond Robotics." Pathfinder extended his arm, showing the same logo. Revenant stared at it and went quiet before looking back at Pathfinder. The assassin felt almost sorry for his fellow robot as the blue arm dropped, the screen on his chest displaying a blue sad face.
"What did you say your story was again?"
Drop a review, wouldja? I like seeing them coz it makes me happy. Also question: who's your main legend? I play a lot as Pathfinder and Mirage is my secondary. Peace out until next time, RFA