"I think we all should get out of here before more of those mechs appear," shouted Cyros. He made his way out of the main building and stopped by the ruins of the wreck life pod. "Maybe we should fix our little friend before we leave. I'm getting tried from carrying him around."
"I think we can activate any self-repair systems he has via an electrical surge. That pod there should have enough energy to do so."
"Good idea Mandy." He knelt next to the pod and tore open a panel of the hull, reached in and unhooked a red power conduit. The end was sparkling with electrical energy, perfect for zapping a foe or starting up a machine. "Let's just hope his systems can take it."
He slowly brought the live wire to the rear of the rec robot. Cyros brought it closer and closer, until...
A wave of energy covered the machine and almost immediately it sprang back to life. A small blue glow appeared on it's lower area and it lifted into the air, it's arms failing about like a man how was electricuted. It's main optice glowed to life, a bright blue, and took focus on Cyros.
"What do you think you're doing!? An uncontrolled electrical surge can have damaging effects on a machine of my status- wait... Who are you???" The machine sounded almost human, yet there seemed to be a lack of emotion in some places. Almost like a politician from the early 21st century, as Cyros remembered from the recordings he watched in middle school.
"I should be asking that," informed Cyros. "Are you the Monitor of this instillation?"
"'Instillation?' 'Monitor?' What are you talking about??? My designation is 001 Fury Voltage, Chief Service Drone of Sub-Class 16 of this sector of Forerunner Halo Alpha. And you, I must say, are not a Forerunner!"
"Well, I think they have been gone for several hundred millenia..."
"What!?" exclaimed Fury Voltage. "How can that be-"
"I found you deactivated in that building nearby. You seemed to have been offline for a long, long time..."
"Impossible, that... wait... anaylizing chronometer... oh my... it seems... you are right... oh dear... this cannot be good... this will not do..."
"Something wrong?" asked Cyros.
"Of course something's wrong!" the small drone shouted. "If I have been offline for several hundred millenia, then my duties have not been done! The systems of my sector have not been kept in check! It will effect all other areas of the ring! And the system!"
"Wow, he sounds like a wreck," Mandy inquired silently to Cyros. "Maybe we should see what he can do to help us.
"YOU!" shouted the service drone, pointing a finger at Cyros. "I am glad you have reactivated me, but now I need your help to guide me to the main monitor station on this ring! I'd go alone, but if my figures are correct..."
"This wouldn't have to do with malfunctioning Sentinels, would it?" inquired the teenage boy.
"More than that! All automated defenses will register anything besides themselves as intruders! If we can get to the main control center, we can deactivate them for some time until I can make necessary repairs."
"Okay then, sounds like a plan. What do we do first?"
"First," explained the robot. "I must retrieve any records from the past few cycles from the building I was in. Then, I will lead you to the map station several kilometers away. For security reasons, I do not have to location of the monitor room in the memory banks; you must decifer the data yourself to find the location."
"That shouldn't be to much trouble for me," Mandy answered.
"Okay then Volt," said Cyros. "Let's go to the others and explain everything. Oh, and watch out for the guy in red armor; he might try to shoot you." He started to walk back to the ruins, Fury Voltage floating behind.
"'Shoot me?' Oh dear, I never have an easy day..."
[OOC: Long post, ain't it? XD ]
Hmm... could Jenny be a Hot Rod fan, perhaps?
"What happened? The last thing I remember was a very mean kitten, and then we were in this janitor's closet! And my throat hurts, a lot." ~Micheal J. Caboose