Bunker

"Do you prefer human weaponry?" The EGO device had been quiet up to that point. Xanthiana wanted to be annoyed, but as odd as it was to think it, she was hurting for conversation, even if the conversation was in her head.

"Its not so much a preference as it is necessity, in the war Votan weaponry was hard to replace, repair, and reload. We had to make due, which meant using the dropped weapons of the human forces which was plentiful especially ammunition." The Bunker so far had been empty, which was scary, there was no good reason for the mutants to leave an empty bunker unless of course something else had taken residence inside of it. Xanthiana had to rely on the flashlight on the end of her rifle, which cut her visibility to uncomfortably narrow.

"Makes sense, another question?"

"I hope you are actively scanning right now while you are asking me things."

"With what limited equipment I have yes, I'm currently scanning and finding no hostile targets, you have what most likely is a rodent fifteen feet to your right. I am capabable of doing multiple tasks at once Operator Roeyka."

"Noted, what was your question?" The bunker was fairly deep, probably a relic before the war. Xanthiana didn't know a lot about humans, but she had learned that prior to the Votan's arriving they sure did like building bunkers and stockpiling weapons.

"Why don't you associate with your own kind?"

"What?"

"Why didn't you go south after the war, I'm sure with your place in the Votan military you would have been welcomed into Brazil."

"You don't know much about the VC if you think an Irathient soldier would have been welcomed anywhere, let alone down in Brazil." It amazed Xanthiana how naive the EGO device appeared to be, then again from her experience humans in general were completely unaware of social castes within Votan culture, or even within species.

"Care to elaborate?" EGO almost sounded hopeful.

"No, keep scanning." Xanthiana didn't want to go over how she was more or less pressed into service from servitude and that she hated her own kind more than humans, there wasn't any point, it was all just baggage she carried around everywhere she went, and she was getting tired of carrying the problems on her back. It was one reason she signed up for ARK hunting in the first place, a chance to do something new away from her own kind.

"Operator Roeyka there are multiple dog sized creatures on the way, most likely hellbugs"

"Which direction?"

"All directions."

"Shtako."