<div class="floatright">(http://static.giantbomb.com/uploads/original/0/7661/1456360-ig88_concept_btm.jpg)</div><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">"Prime", 4th Degree Droid</div><div class="spoiler_body"><strong>HP:</strong> 24/24 <strong>Damage Threshold:</strong> 12<br/><strong>Fortitude:</strong> 7 <strong>Reflex:</strong> 14 <strong>Will:</strong> 5<br/><strong>Initiative:</strong> +10 <strong>Perception:</strong> +6, Acute Senses</div></div><hr/>A pair of glowing red eyes appeared within the half-lit depths of the ship's cargo hold as a figure made its way to see the new arrivals. Chrome and steel made its droid status apparent as it looked down at the others who would join it on its journey through the vast vacuum of space, cold and calculating as the servos whirred almost noiselessly within its bowels, accompanying its every movement. "Beep, boop," it seemed to say in a voice that did not seem to originate from any sort of voice modulator, but rather from the throat of a living, sentient being before it fell into the normal monotone of one of the many droids within the city.<br/><br/>"I am IG-71 Mark I, commonly referred to as 'Prime'. From your presence I would deduce that a number of you are to board the ship and I am to accompany you in eliminating the threat of any undesirables at our destination, or on transit to said destination." Prime had not been briefed on precisely where that destination was, but it was largely inconsequential to its programming. If droids could feel confidence, or anything at all, for that matter, then it could be said Prime felt confident that he would be able to eliminate those who needed to be removed from existence in short order, and it didn't matter too much where in the galaxy they were. What was more important was what the others who accompanied him could bring to the table. He looked at the others with a careful eye, but for the moment reserved his judgement. It was not his duty to prejudge those who might be his masters on this journey... but on second thought, he might have felt a pang of regret. If only they didn't look so... weak, even for meatbags.