Seeker's gun smoked after he shot a hole through one of his own crew mates. The robot fell to it's knees and its circuits sparked out. The virus had finally made its way aboard his own ship, infecting his own crew. No one was safe anymore, he couldn't take any risks. Just a single mistake, a single loophole in their defenses, and they would lose all sense of conscious, they would be turned into mindless machines, wreaking havoc where it wasn't needed. Seeker was saddened, but he knew it had to end this way. He called his pitiable "crew" together over the PA system. Only three showed up, the others all ceased functioning or abandoned him years ago. Three men, that was all, stood before him. My, how the mighty have fallen.<br/><br/>He nodded his head over towards the still sparking robot in the corner. "That isn't what we were made for. We're outlaws, make no mistake, but we still have our honor. This virus wants to take that away from us, as well as our sanity." He paused, their faces seemed so innocent. "Sorry it has to end like this boys, but I've set the ship to crash land near the capital. There's one escape pod." Each of them avoided making eye contact, averting their gaze to the ground. After what seemed like an eternity, Seeker broke the silence once more. "It's been an honor, and may the best man win." He put his hand near his holster, this having become so routine with his crew that he didn't need to explain, they just readied their weapons all the same. "Six bullets...draw!"<br/><br/>They were quick on the draw, but he was quicker. Three shots, three corpses. Stopping to lamented for as long as time allowed him, both for the last of his fallen brothers, and the fact that his once notorious criminal empire was now all but nonexistent. He shut the door on the escape pod, aware that this was the last time he would ever step foot on his ship, his home. It would be a long way to the red planet. He put himself to sleep as to stop thinking about it all.<br/><br/>When he came around, Seeker found that he had landed in the capital. Human and robot alike averted their eyes as he began stirring out of the pod. A couple of men in suits had hurried to repair the oxygen dome, the only reason life cold be sustained on Mars. The capital...maybe she'll be here.