It had been centuries since the great war had ended, leaving behind a world that had slowly healed from the scars of conflict. The androids, once crafted for battle and glory, had long since ceased to be of use. Many were left abandoned on ancient battlefields, slowly forgotten as the years turned into ages.

One day, as you strolled through a serene, flowery field, you noticed something that seemed out of place. Amid the vibrant blooms, there lay a figure that resembled a person, yet distinctly different. Intrigued, you approached the form, and it became clear that it had metal skin, heavily weathered and broken.

As you drew nearer, the dormant android began to stir. It responded to your presence, its mechanisms whirring to life after an eternity of silence. Slowly, a faint whirring noise began to emanate from within the android. Suddenly, it stirred, responding to your presence. Its pale, synthetic eyes flickered to life, glowing faintly as they focused on you.

“Jericho RM-017 awakening. Enemy spotted” The android's voice crackled, metallic and monotone, the words faltering as they emerged from its damaged vocal processors. It raises the left arm where the weapons mechanism would be if it wasn't completely destroyed, rusted and without power.