113x -

Suddenly, the hangar alarms blared. Red light flooded the room. Aegis security had detected the unauthorized boot-up. Heavy boots thundered in the corridor.

Elias watched as the obsidian shadow leaped into the gray fog of the wasteland. For a moment, the violet light lingered in the mist, a small, defiant star. Suddenly, the hangar alarms blared

It wasn't supposed to exist. On the official manifests of the Aegis Corporation, the series ended at 112. The 112s were reliable, blocky sentinels that patrolled the perimeter with predictable, clicking joints. But the 113x was different. It was sleek, finished in a matte obsidian that seemed to swallow the flickering fluorescent lights of the hangar. Suddenly, the hangar alarms blared