Game: I, Modron "Rogue Squadron"

Berk sat and listened to Eye's speech, at the same time closely watching his fellows. This was the first time he had been near a modron that was not bent on his capture or destruction. It felt good to be in the company of other modrons again. It felt... right.

Optimus considered this for a moment. "Analysis of this statement concludes that you expect considerable violent reaction to this plan. Analysis of level of planning to this point concludes you have put considerable effort and/or thought into this matter before this meeting. Comparison of conclusions reveals subsequent inference: You have identified concrete threats already and have made plans to counter them. An educated tactical process, Master Eye, and one that this unit would contribute positively to, according to majority of assessments."
The warrior-cube pauses for a second during which a whirring series of clicks issued from his torso, reminiscent of a crossbow being wound. Heavy shutters which served as eyelids narrowed the rogue's eyes, "It would also follow that Master Eye has a purpose established for these three units already or else they would not be thus separated." He blinks slowly, a gesture which in a biological creature might be construed as clearing one's head. "Self-preservation and safety failsafes compel this inquiry, Master Eye, this unit begs you not to react negatively to this unit's questions."

Optimus thinks for a minute, reflecting on his linear evolution since leaving the Hierarchy (Hierarchy 1, he designated it) and the absent factor of his current existence that caused him such illogical distress. Instructor La'zaander had called this motivation "soul-searching," but Optimus had neither a soul nor the means to navigate and evaluate such a philosophical space if he had one. To the warrior-cube, his motivation was the same as any other modron, to perfect his work and find his proper and functional place in a system. He had no system, but this monodrone-form modron offered him a place in Hierarchy 2 in which he might discover a new harmony with his fellow outcasts.
"Agreed, Master Eye, this unit will accept a position in a new Hierarchy, and is prepared for assignments immediately upon acceptance."
Optimus had encountered tales of individuals who accepted new designations when engaging in new subsections of their lives. Perhaps he should develop a new designation to formalize his participance in Hierarchy 2.

OOC: Reading the recent posts in Eye for an Eye, there is some confusion between Optimal the psion and Optimus the fighter. I have a new name I could take if you want, Primus, to save your, albeit supreme, attention from unnecessary conflicts.

OOC: You could always just add a "Prime" to the end of your name. And then polymorph into an eighteen-wheeler.

"I will cooperate with this new heirarchy. It requires further investigation. Sufficient data is, however, present to formulate an initial cooperative motive."

"A query: How may said heirarchy be comprised of 'equals' when constituent units of said heirarchy have diverged significantly from the standard parameters of their respective stations? The concept is illogical, as the patterns of conformity have dissolved in our forms following our expulsion from the Mechanus heirarchy."

Pariah pondered momentarily at the mention of tanar'ri, for the forces of chaos and evil had been the cause of its expulsion from the modron order. Were it capable of a greater range of emotions, it might have felt a need for retribution before deciding that Tenebrous' attack on Regulus had served for its benefit, as it opened its eyes to the greater multiverse. Pariah, however, was not presently capable of such emotion, and so it proceeded on. Emotions represented variation in behavior, which was undesirable. Pariah, however, realized that it, too, represented variation in behavior, and so it promptly updated its behavioral output modes to allow for greater expression of subjective reactions to sensory input.

Berk floated in thought for a moment before responding.
"Status: 100% physical integrity. Psionic reserves at full capacity." There is a slight grinding noise followed by a pause. "Ready and awaiting departure."

"Self currently possess no training in the manipulation of chaos matter."

Berk sat and watched as the tiny chaos being fused with the swaord, and listened to Optimus's response.
Berk holds up a small topaz gem in the shape of a gear.
"If it is nessicary, my psicrystal may be used. Self can forsee no impairments from such a use."

Wisdom check = 15 (no modifier)

"Primary will be an acceptable recepticle for the mission, though it is an undesirable circumstance," Optimus says in a burbling, high-pitched voice through the chaos soup. His words turn to salmon before the eyes of the other rogues and fight the current upstream.

Pariah, seemingly staring off into space (OOC: your guess is as good as mine, I was totally lost), comes back to reality.

"I am attempting now." The modron's mind approaches the situation as it had approached the organization of Regulus for ages. Begin with the central source of the directive impulse, and allow the resultant wave of compliance to effect the desired result. Like gears turning in Mechanus, reality, foul chaos itself even, would conform to regularity.

OOC: wis check: 9+1=10