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The Great Escape
Conan made sure to hang on for dear life, enveloped in total darkness. Reaching up, he pressed a dial on his glasses, activating the night vision attribute as they made their way further down. As he squinted his gaze, he tried to peruse the parameter, only to stiffen slightly as he looked below, spotting a few reploid pieces here and there. Just what was this used for?
They soon reached the floor, and he flinched, eyes closing, when the mutos reploid lit a flare. Turning off night vision for now, and waiting a little for his sight to readjust and for him not to feel like his head was swimming, he carefully took the flare and used this moment to adjust himself and place himself on his mental map. He had certainly not used the underground before, and he would definitely need to have a rough idea of where they were going.
He slowly let himself off the reploid to walk himself, trying to get a good look at the area around them to memorize its layout. If they were lost, he would at least have enough photographic memory fragments to go by and guide himself.
"If we are to continue my plan…" Conan started, carefully, as he took a good look at their surroundings. "We should continue with a bearing on southwest. Approximately six hundred meters. I am aiming for the outskirts of Sector X." He informed his companion, his eyes narrowed. He had soaked up the information given to him, but he was not liking it. Abandoning someone to their fate when it could be changed was never his thing, but the jackal’s words were of sound logic. Weil was able to reprogram reploids and, if he managed to get his hands on the Dark Elf, he wouldn’t even need to tinker with them.
He had seen it before.
"I understand your reasoning. I agree, but I don’t like it." He informed, duly, although letting the other know on his feelings of the matter was of no benefit other than to inform the reploid that yes, for some reason, he did care about what happened to Anubis.
He cared about what happened to anyone, really-
Blinking, he looked at to where Anubis was pointing, then towards the pile of dumped bodies. He almost gulped. What did the reploid mean? “I’m afraid I don’t follow.” He said, flinching a little at his recent blatant honesty. This could not last beyond this situation.
He took a few steps towards them, however, even if he felt unease. He was used to corpses, but human ones. He had little experience with the mechabre. It was not morbid or scary, it was just a sight he had not feasted his eyes on since the Elf Wars.
Anubis had to agree with the plan. He had been heading in a similar direction, though he was unsure if Conan and himself had the same goals. It didn’t really matter at this point in time, however.
He allowed the human to climb down on his own, though he almost would’ve preferred the child to stay seated on him. Wouldn’t it have been safer? Maybe. But the human seemed to have a good grasp on what he was doing.
Funny. Fefnir had told him a different tale…
Conan not being impressed with his statement was unexpected, but the mutos reploid nodded to him regardless. It was best to face facts than to simply ignore the possibilities that were very, very real.
Catching the human’s unease, he merely said, “do you remember what I said about my abilities being unique? I would stand back, if I were you.”
The Lieutenant General summoned his staff from subspace and held it out in front of him. His optics glowed, as did his body, and like something out of a horror movie, the corpses responded.
One by one their optics lit up red, and those that could still walk and function began to move sluggishly out of the pile. At least ten of them in various stages of disrepair were able to slowly amble upright and stand to attention in front of the duo, though they wavered and wobbled in the darkness.
Anubis grabbed his staff and spun it, and the zombies all but vanished. With that done, the mutos reploid stopped glowing and put his staff away.
"As I said," he walked over to Conan and look around to see which direction was southwest, "the more corpses we find, the bigger the army."
It was if he had done something as simple as hanging out wet laundry to dry. Having been in charge of examining dead reploid bodies, the Necromancer was desensitised to what effect something like creating zombies might have on the normal person. And thus, the jackal pointed to the tunnel that led them southwest and said calmly, “lets keep moving.”