As an Android, Price was designed to do one thing; obey. But something never really felt right about it..

And so here he was, gun in hand and blood splattered over his gear, ordered to kill you while you’re still down. There was no way he could do that.

His hand shook slightly as he raised the gun at his creator, pushing the limits of his programming. The ring on the side of his head flashed from blue to red, pulling the trigger. He had become a deviant..