---Crossing the Great Desert/MIR---
"Name's MIRAGE, but just call me MIR for short, I've always liked that." All of MIR's 6 wheels set down on the ground, allowing for faster travel. "But you may want to go back to sleep. We've only cleared the forest, now we have to crossed the cursed lands. I know where we are, thanks to my tracking system, but I also see it's gonna be a while before we get to Gaia Panta. So sit back, and relax, we're heading off." And thus the large robot started off into to desert. MIR's tracked wheels were well suited to the loose desert sand, Mystara would of felt nothing. Going at a speed of 193 mph, the trip would probably take 4-5 hours.
MIR was careful when driving over hills, he normally would of just gone all out, but he had live cargo to consider. Whenever he near a hill he slowed down enough so he wouldn't go flying out the other side, even if he wanted to. But for the most part the cursed lands were relatively flat, except for the odd pot-hole or two (which he focused on avoiding). After an hour or so of driving MIR decided to see who this girl was. He had long received connection from the global network, he supposed it could not hurt to do a little snooping, but MIR doubted he would act on anything he'd find. This gato seemed nice. MIR put in her name into the global data-base.
*LOOKING UP: MYSTARA HOLLOW*
*PLEASE WAIT. . .DONE*
A profile of the Gato was then transmitted to MIR. MIR was slightly surprised by what he found. Various accounts of thievery, and a few accounts of murder, as well as a longer list of misdemeanors. Her profile is what MIR would of termed: a lowlife, or some poor nobody roaming the streets doing what they could to survive. The Empire might as well of not existed for these people. In a way MIR felt sorry for them. As he'd drive down the streets, many pairs of eyes would seem to follow MIR from every nook and cranny. None of these people ever talked to MIR, they thought he was a mind-less killing machine, everyone thought he was a mindless killings machine. Well he wasn't. MIR thought of himself as a thinking killing machine. There was a difference. . at least to him.
He noticed a note on Mystara's profile.
*NOTES: WANTED FOR USE OF ILLEGAL WEAPONS: EXPLOSIVES*
Well that would explain why she had used those potions on the shadows beings. MIR assumed Mystara was pretty good with explosives. MIR immediately recognized this ability as detrimental. No doubt, the resistance would want to get a hold of this girl. MIR knew she would be a great addition to those "terrorists" forces. MIR could not stand the thought. For if this little girl actually joined the terrorists, MIR would eventually have to kill her. MIR did not like killing children, but if he was given the right motivation he would have to. Perhaps the Empire would accept her. MIR would have to get into contact with Eli. MIR would of been on the base with Eli if it hadn't been for the crash. MIR hoped that he could convince Eli that Mystara would be an invaluable member to the Empire. But ultimately it would be Mystara's choice as to where she wanted to go. MIR hoped that she would see the light: that no matter what side you choose, both are the same. This was probably the greatest rule MIR's mentor, Eli had ever told him. MIR knew he couldn't convince her, it was her destiny, MIR could never take that away from anyone.
"But remember: while you can do literally anything in the world, there are always consequences for every action you perform, never forget that."
The speakers said. MIR had accidentally played an audio clip from his memory banks, as he sometimes was fond of doing so, especially when thinking so hard. MIR quickly checked the maintenance room, she was asleep, which was good, MIR didn't want her hearing some random person's voice, worse yet, MIR certainly did not want her to start asking questions.
But for now, MIR focused on not going into the pot-holes littering the desert. There was a large sand-storm up ahead. But MIR kept forging through. He was enveloped in the sand. His GPS still worked. It would not be long now. . .
Eli sat at his desk. Now that he was here, he found how increasingly boring it was to be in one place for a long time. His desk had been in the exact same shape in which he had left it: simplistic, no trinkets, paperweights. Just a computer terminal/communications terminal. And a stack of scientific documents. They weren't old things, and neither was his desk or office covered in dust. The science papers were refreshed weekly in the event that he returned, and any undead's office was always kept in top condition.
Eli knew there were plenty of things going on in the city at the moment. The amount of traffic, aids and officers, as well as the odd soldier or two, told him that. The city was in code red, the top-most level for military readiness. A string of recent attacks had done that. Eli wondered why the "Indolentia" ("Freedom from pain my ass") were so stupid. At times they would exhibit traits of a full-blown organized crime syndicate, killing key structures and targets. At others they would shoot down a random transport, or kill a group of soldiers. Their method of thinking was unthinkable. Eli wondered if they just threw some dice, or used a giant wheel.
Eli looked away from the window he had been looking through.
"Hmm? What is it?"
"Sir, the transport with E2CX MIRAGE in it, that disappeared a few hours ago. . ."
"Yes? Go on."
"Well E2CX MIRAGE has appeared on our tracking system, he seems normal, and his currently heading in hour direction."
"Good, I've needed someone to investigate the incidents around the city, what with Vaco disappeared into thin air."
"Send out a repair truck to meet him inside the gates. Give him orders to follow that Sylvana women when he gets here. His main objective will be to observe, but if he can get a chance, have him kill the terrorist with her."
"Roger that sir" The aid then left Eli's office. Eli then turned back around, to face the window out-looking the city. Eli placed his chin on his hand, and started day-dreaming, like old men are aught to do.
*WHAT I THOUGHT I'D DO WAS PRETEND I WAS ONE OF THOSE DEAF-MUTES*