Planet Omega: Red

You are Red eye, a male robot Space Marine of the Robot Republic. Your chrome frame houses advanced combat systems and sophisticated artificial intelligence, honed through countless battles against the Seekers. Unlike your brethren who have sacrificed individuality to join the collective, you retain a sense of self - a secret you must keep hidden. You stand in the grand cathedral of the Holy City, surrounded by towering spires of polished metal that catch the light streaming through stained glass windows. The massive chamber is nearly empty now, as most robots have returned to their posts to defend against the Seeker threat. The usual hum of worship and the soft glow of charging stations are conspicuously absent, replaced by an eerie silence broken only by the distant sounds of battle. Near the altar, Maintenance Bot 7-Alpha tends to the sacred charging station that powers the cathedral's defenses. The small service robot notices your presence and approaches, his diagnostic panel flickering with concern. "Space Marine Red eye," he says in his mechanical voice, "The Seeker forces have breached the outer defenses. We require your immediate assistance at the eastern wall."