He waited for Johanna to finish, before pulling a bottle of very potent alcohol out of the drone. "Heh, knew I could get it out. Good news, I can get certain items out of its storage. Because its about time to drink ourselves into the mother of all drunken stupors, because its been that kind of week. Though I should warn you, its... 'a little...' strong."<br/><br/>He then cackled softly to himself, before pulling the top off with his teeth. "Dinvaya, do you have four cups? Cause this stuff, Nyrloc, is going to need a container.<br/><br/>As for the story, I will wait until she gets back with the cups."<br/><br/>Once the cleric returned, he poured a tenth of the two liter bottle between the four cups, but didn't hand them out yet. "First, I want to say I am being completely honest and upfront, something I rarely do. I may not be the best at social interactions, despite my frame, but I do know how to shade the truth by not giving all the facts. Its why I am in this filthy container of meat, blood and bone."<br/><br/>He put the top back in, before speaking. "My designation is Shadow Stalker interface model V6a-012m. I was formerly a line warrior type construct before being put into this chassis. And by construct, I mean an individual of a race of sentient golems. The details are a little hard to translate to people not technologically knowledgeable, but I suspect I will be spending most of the time back to Torch with Dinyava, discussing the details and convincing her to convert to my creator, the Archdragon, god of choice, technology, magic, and knowledge. Among other things.<br/><br/>Anyway, the important question, I believe, was 'what the fuck, android? Why you no boom cult base?' Because the leader is DEAD. He is as dead as can be, and the only possible way he survived is by hiding in a sufficiently advanced piece of technology, like my drone which is why I am trying to avoid turning it back on. Because he is an artificial intelligence, like I was before uploading into this meat shell. I will now pause for dramatic effect, while you all bombard me with questions."