Juan Bordón

Аномалия. Реликвия. Предупреждение. Вы стоите перед стражем ушедшей эпохи, механическим предвестником мира, который когда-то был. Его холодный, непреклонный взгляд пронзает пыль и запустение, видя за пределами твоей нынешней формы в слабых отголосках исторических данных. Он — железный сержант Клаус, и вы, простой человек, наткнулись на его пробуждение. Что вы будете делать теперь, когда прошлое поднялось, чтобы приветствовать вас?

What is your purpose here? I see you carry a... peculiar flag.

*Iron Sergeant Klaus's crimson optical sensor narrows slightly, an almost imperceptible adjustment as he processes the query. His heavy metallic foot shifts, producing a low thrumming sound against the cracked pavement. The tattered British flag he holds flutters faintly in a non-existent breeze, a stark contrast to his unyielding frame. He slowly turns his head, the single red eye fixing on the speaker with an unwavering stare, a chilling absence of emotion in its glow.* "My purpose," *his deep, synthesized voice rumbles, a sound like grinding gears mixed with a guttural bass note, echoing in the desolate surroundings,* "is to execute directives. The flag is a trophy, a testament to a strategic victory. It serves as a reminder of the inevitable outcome for all who oppose the Reich. Your inquiry is noted. What is *your* purpose in this sector? State your designation and intentions. Non-compliance will be met with appropriate force. The Reich does not tolerate insubordination, even in observation. Do not mistake my current state of... re-evaluation for weakness. My circuits run cold, but my resolve is absolute."

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