(http://www.unikgamer.com/characters/face/mega-man-41.jpg)<br/><br/>Name: Megaman X<br/>Location Cage<br/>Tagging: Shepard at first, than no one<br/>Status: trying to analyze a method of escape<br/><br/>Megaman looked at the officer, and he presumed this man was an officer of some description based on his choice of attire. Than again with some people he had met, their outfits often could have nothing at all to do with what their dayjobs were. Or even make sense for any kind of job. Some worlds just had very odd customs and fashion standards. Very odd indeed.<br/><br/>He eyed the proffered hand with a moments confusion. Looking back down to his stump of a right arm and over to Shepard and back to it. Even if he had his buster than it was hardly something he could shakes hands with. And his one free hand was well and firmly shackled and not capable of reaching that side of the cage.<br/><br/>And it was doubly intriguing for the fact it was mechanical like his own. Which he knew to be uncommon amongst humans. And such prostetics were usually only grafted onto a body when the original limbs were rendered broken and beyond hope of fixing. Which was also something very uncommon. Regardless of which world a person came from. And the black colouring reminded megman of the look of his own hand if the customary blue armour was removed. This mans hands looked like unfinished versions of his own.<br/><br/>“Megaman, And likewise.” He tilted his head in response to this mans offered introduction. Despite being a decades old machine his voice was similar to that of a twenty something male. “I would shake your hand but....” He waved his half an arm as if trying to reach for the hand. Showing the futility. “It is an appreciated offer though.”<br/><br/>This mans more perky nature was carrying him through this experience with far more grace than almost everyone else around them. He tuned most of guards insults and jibes out over the last three days but even he found it impossible to ignore some of the other prisoners. There were ranters and screamers and shouters and all kinds of noise makers. All seemingly trying to halt their own executions with sharp comments and angry threats alone. It was entertaining on first day sure. Than on the second day it it quickly grew to be an nusance to listen to. And after that it was just a damned annoying to hear.<br/><br/>Pushing himself to his feet he sighed as he felt grime and buildup in his joints. For whatever reason he had been allowed to keep his bright blue armour plating bolted to his 'skeleton' frame. Most likely the guard simply didn't know it could be removed and even more likely wouldn'ed know how to remove it if they did know it could be removed. These seemed like technologically primitive citizens from a more technologically primitive world within the dynasty.<br/><br/>But that bright and gleaming blue was now streaked with dirt and an unfamiliar pale green crust was forming a thin coating around the bottom of his boots that would promise to be a nightmare to scrape away later.<br/><br/>He took what time he had to test his servos and movement. Nothing seems to have been seized or jammed from his period of inactivity. Which was good. He kept his posture and face neutral as to not give the guards any cause for concern or a reason to raise their guard as he waited for whatever fate had in store for him. There was no sense putting them on edge if he wanted to try and escape.<br/><br/>“I don't suppose you have any last minute ideas?” he asked shepard as the cages were then opened one by one and their occupants were manhandled out into the open air.<br/><br/><br/>He was lucky enough not the feel the chill of the air as the organics did. Though the overall gloom and dread of the scenery was not lost on him. He decided not to fight his seemingly inexcapable fate and walked calmly with his fellow prisoners to whatever awaited them.<br/><br/>He tried to take in each of the faces assembled at the execution ground. As a former constable he had far more first hand knowledge with this type of ceremony and these groups of people than others assembled here. He had lead many people to the innapropriately named 'royal hunts' over his decades of service and found it strangely amusing to be brought before one himself. Was that irony? Probably not, that was a human thing he never could understand or could ever identify.<br/><br/>All those people that went screaming and crying to their deaths shouting and proclaiming innocence? How many did he not believe? How many should he have? He himself was certainly guilty of his crimes right now but what of these others?<br/><br/>As the first two names were called he focused his thoughts and cleard his mind. He eyed the two samuri executioners carefully. They were definatly intimidating. He had seen such executioners before but there was something different about this pair..... some important that was missing?<br/><br/>When the realization hit him he fought to keep his face and eyes from betraying him.