"Well, what happened here?"
In a large, oval shaped room, a figure stared at a table. Above the table, a hologram appeared, displaying a picture of a four legged robot, staring down at a box.
The figure was... difficult to describe. Their body was slim, but not necessarily in a feminine way. It was best described as androgynous. It was also covered in armor, which served to further hide the identity of the being beneath it. A strange helmet adorned its head, with a single eye in the front. Said eye was focusing on the image before it, expanding to take in all it could.
"So, how goes your experiment," said a calm voice.
After waiting a moment, the figured turned around. Behind it was a man in a white suit. Oddly, the doors in the room were still closed, as though he had merely appeared inside of it.
"Good, but it is still rather slow. I am patient, though," it responded. Its voice sounded as if a hundred voices spoke together, further hiding just wait lay beneath the helmet and armor."
"Ah, I see."
"Thank you... So, how goes your search for a new test subject?"
"...It has been slow, like your own," responded the man.
"A shame. Though, I must ask, how did your first subject meet her end?"
"She was... unable to cope with the consequences of her action. A shame, really. She had so much potential."
"They all do. Perhaps the next one you find shall free you from your shackles."
"Perhaps...by the way, nice room."
Indeed, the room was rather grand. Within it lay all kinds of wonders, ranging from jewels to fie clothing, for both genders, as well. On a table not far from the one displaying the hologram, an insect-shaped sculpture moved its claws to an unspoken rhythm, while on another, a green crystal hovered within a steel ring.
"Thank you. I think it is only natural that we ROBs should have possessions to match our might."
"Indeed...So, what were you doing?"
"I was reviewing my what happened my subject. He blacked out half an hour ago. I only found out after one my emissaries returned from offering him some...well, gifts."
"Gifts? I thought you regarded him as a mere test subject."
"True, but I like to hold myself to some standards, unlike some others I know."
The man in the white suit's response to the insult was merely to raise an eyebrow, unable to really bring himself to care.
"Well, I don't have anything better to do at the moment, so do you mind if I watch it with you?"
"Fair enough."
With that, the two Random Omnipotent Beings turned back toward the hologram table.
The hologram, which had been paused for a moment, resumed its playback.
The box was laid out before the machine, which began to examine it.
"Hmm, that box looks...odd," remarked the helmeted figure.
"How so," responded the White-suited one.
"Well, it doesn't match up with anything I've seen from any of the Spore universes. Not even Darkspore."
"...okay."
Then the box began to shake, before levitating into the air. Once it was level with the robot's head, it opened, releasing a strange object from it, which began scanning the commander.
"Well, that's new..." remarked the White-Suited figure.
Then a shockwave of red-light shot out from the object. The moment the light hit the commander, it went offline, shutting down in a second, while the light continued to pulse outward.
"...What the-" began the Helmet figure.
Then the hologram changed.
Now, it depicted a burnt out city, the site of a battle. Within it lay dozens of bodies, the dead and they dying, along with machines and creatures that were contributing to the slaughter. The scene slightly unnerved both ROBs, if only for the savagery displayed before them.
In one of the scenes before them, they saw the helmed ROB's test subject retreating from a machine, only barely avoiding death by hiding in an alley.
As he took to the roof of a building, trying to figure out where he was, the two Random Omnipotent Beings pondered what was going on.
"Did he get... teleported somewhere?" asked the White Suited ROB.
"No, he's still in the commander. He's hallucinating," replied the helmeted one.
"Ok, then what is he..."
Then, the image began to be replaced by static. At times, it would be clear, at others it was filled with a blur of black and white.
But strangest of all, at some points, the image would be replaced by a symbol. It was hard to describe it, for it resembled a head of some sort. Not a human's, but definitely a head.
"What the-?!" began the Helmed one.
Then, the table itself began to shake. At first it was only minor, but soon it was trembling. Additionally, cracks had begun to appear in its body, as if something was trying to break out.
Finally, it gave out. From the cracks emerged spines and cables, mechanical limbs that acted like animals. The tendrils of wires searched around for a moment, before sinking into the floor and ceiling, with several spikes joining them. Soon a tangled mass had emerged from the table, rooted into the walls surrounding it.
Then, after a moment, they stopped. The table, too, calmed, now only showing the symbol, before finally returning to a view of the commander, who was now being examined by his creations.
The two ROBs could only stare on in silence. Around them, the room was in tatters. Several of the objects within it had been shattered to pieces, while the sculpture lay on the ground, slightly cracked, but fine otherwise.
Finally, the White Suit broke the silence.
"...Do you have any idea what that was?!"
"I...I...I don't know," replied the Helmeted one. "This is unlike anything I have seen."
"The same can be said for me."
"...that is...troublesome."
"I know."
"...You know, I have a feeling that this is going to be important, some day."
"Indeed, I think it will. I just wonder how."
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AN: Just so you know, the White Suited ROB is from Faith in Superior Firepower. And trust me, this WILL be important in the future.
And no, Faith will not show up. I'm not going to try and get her to restart FiSF.
So, read and review. This is Flameal15k, signing off.