Rinzler moves as quickly as he dares, disk in hand, open damage at his side newly cracked and aching from the strain. He couldn't overstress it, couldn't run the risk he'd crash himself. But he couldn't stay in one place either.
Not with the rest of the system on his user's side.
He'd heard Alan-one talking before. To Peter_Maximoff. To Alice_Quinn. To Rinzler's enemies, the users who'd laid the trap before. It had hurt, to hear the disappointment in his user's tone as he apologized for Rinzler. As he promised to correct his program's faults (choices) for good. But those users were known threats. The one who attacked him just micros ago? Had been neutral, before.
Had the rewrite been system-sanctioned? Rinzler hadn't seen any transmissions, but at this point, that hardly makes a difference. Word had spread on channels he couldn't monitor, and anyone could be reporting to his user. Or ready to report back with him.
Vents are too compromising in his current state, but Rinzler sticks to lesser used maintenance shafts and narrow corridors, keeping his circuits dim and his noise damped. He can't quite cover up the red-orange hash of damage at his side, but if he can just make it to the Flight Deck, it shouldn't matter. Rinzler can get in a transporter. Get away. And if he has no idea where to go from there—if he wants to scream, or kill, or break with (loss) frustration... that's all the more reason not to stop to think right now.
Attempt 2: closed to Peter, Alice, and interrupting!Frisk
Rinzler moves as quickly as he dares, disk in hand, open damage at his side newly cracked and aching from the strain. He couldn't overstress it, couldn't run the risk he'd crash himself. But he couldn't stay in one place either.
Not with the rest of the system on his user's side.
He'd heard Alan-one talking before. To Peter_Maximoff. To Alice_Quinn. To Rinzler's enemies, the users who'd laid the trap before. It had hurt, to hear the disappointment in his user's tone as he apologized for Rinzler. As he promised to correct his program's faults (choices) for good. But those users were known threats. The one who attacked him just micros ago? Had been neutral, before.
Had the rewrite been system-sanctioned? Rinzler hadn't seen any transmissions, but at this point, that hardly makes a difference. Word had spread on channels he couldn't monitor, and anyone could be reporting to his user. Or ready to report back with him.
Vents are too compromising in his current state, but Rinzler sticks to lesser used maintenance shafts and narrow corridors, keeping his circuits dim and his noise damped. He can't quite cover up the red-orange hash of damage at his side, but if he can just make it to the Flight Deck, it shouldn't matter. Rinzler can get in a transporter. Get away. And if he has no idea where to go from there—if he wants to scream, or kill, or break with (loss) frustration... that's all the more reason not to stop to think right now.