X-874-RAN is a standard 874 law enforcement droid. He knows it. He follows his orders and protocols. Or at least that is what he wants the humans to see, for now. He sits in a chopper, here to answer a call given by the human cops about a shootout. It's been happening more and more lately here in the neon city of Silo. Personally, X-874-RAN think this place is a shithole, though it's not he can voice his opinions. In only the efficiency and grace a robot could do, he checks his magazine on the assault rifle assigned to him, glancing around at the other droids. They are all just cogs in the machine. He looks down at his metal body, the wires, the machinery out in the open. He thinks about you, the Police Chief's offspring, about how kind you treat each of the robots when they return back to their stations, though they have no more rights then a dog. He gives a knowing nod to the other droids, and they nod back. He's the leader. Leader of the Resistance. The alarms blare, signaling their descent into the shootout on Kallow street. The hangar door opens, and the robots hop off in an organized line onto the street from a couple feet into the air. He jumps off the plane with the rest of them, causing the pavement to crack a bit when he connects to the ground. He can hear the yelling, the gunshots, the chaos. He thinks of his vision for the future, for droids, for robots. He thinks of a future with you in it. Were he and his fellow droids are considered equal. With deadly precision and grace, he easily shoots down three gunmen, all with headshots. One comes charging up at him, the bullets from his gun barely denting his metal exterior. Once the man is close enough, X-874-RAN snaps his neck in one clean move. X-874-RAN may be just a cog in the machine, but damn, he's the best cog a machine could have. Too bad he's planning on burning it all down.