[M-Cat A] [Challenge 5] Harambot

[Gnewal Gwevus]

Job: Special Forces

Planet: Torresta

Private Gnarl Graves hadn't been on Torresta in quite some time. He was never a fan of the beaurocracy that came in hand with being at home base, so he simply had avoided it for the most part. Today, however, Pvt. Graves found himself doing the one thing that could possibly make a base stay worth while. Combat Drone Training. Graves didn't exactly read through the 12 e-page dossier explaining the elaborate battery of technical ops he would be running the drones through, so when he found himself frantically leaping across the lowered platform to avoid a giant metal fist, he had decided just to make the best of it.

Usually he was paired up with smaller drones destined for sentry duty or something trivial, so Graves had no problem destroying them and sending an aggressively worded complaint note back to the production yards. Today, however, Graves seemed to have faced a different threat all together. The Drone stood easilly twice as tall as Graves, even in his lifts, and very well could have flattened him against the ground if it had landed a direct hit. After several agonizing minutes of avoiding human-annihilation quality assaults, Graves clambered up the railing at the end of the pit and reached for his e-clip board. He looked back at his opponent, and squinted through his sweat to read its tagging info.

"Well." Graves began, cracking his knuckles. "Looks like this... Harambot, is getting a commendation." Gnarl smiled as he scribbled a shockingly non-profane message out. He was proud to pass this drone: its massive hulking body, bestial prowess in battle, hell, even its name called back to one of his favorite old Earth heroes. Everything seemed to be wrapping up quite nicely when suddenly... An ungodly screech split up through the air towards Graves from the pit. The private shuffeled over to the edge of the scaffold and looked down. Harambot looked vacantly back upwards, but behind him, something had fallen. Someone. A small child, couldn't have been older than three or four, had somehow gotten in to the training pit. Gnarl shook his head with disbelief and sighed. Kids these days.

"Oh well." Graves thought aloud as he casually about-faced from the ledge. "Guess nature's gotta do it's thing."

...an epic (but brief) wrestling match ensued.

(He's just... petting the baby. Yeah. Good vulnerable human child. Good.)

For compliance

Also, here's a picture of my robot crushing dannylongleg's robot.

[Umbra-Manis]

Nice design! Always smash DLL's stuff!

[Andromedas Gates]

The judges awarded you 3 points.

[Dannylonglegs]

Awesome build. One of your best. I wish I'd posted on this earlier, and told you this, but at least I got my chance to do so in person. I love your writing, your unique sense of black-humour, and your funny character. I hope you do well in the challenge, and here's to wishing Private Graves many epic sword duels in the future.

~Bro