He runs because he's being chased. By a number of parties. There's us, but a few AIs-- independents, as far as we can tell, who have a problem with something as old as he is moving around their territory.
[Orion is probably accustomed to receiving a lot of questions at once, doesn't seem to have difficulty tracking what came from whom. His dark eyes stay on Thor for a moment, and there's an intimation of a crinkle around the edges, a near-smile, like the one he'd had for Rocket. There's nothing hostile about it, but the calculating quality to it doubtlessly isn't the most reassuring to everyone who finds themself in its path.]
His skills include hand-to-hand combat, firearms, and athleticism. Not at Agent-level proficiency, but he'd be a match for some of our more seasoned operatives one-on-one. He can pass through anything we've encountered. Concrete, water, glass, electrical fields, lasers. [He waves his hand around an etc., etc. pattern, glancing past Jomi and Kate as if he didn't notice their little exchange (OF COURSE HE NOTIced).] But some of our most talented programmers looked at some older AIs and have put together an experimental trap code. We've integrated it successfully with some of the technology local to the Matrix he's currently hiding out in. We can't be sure it'll work, but you'll be the first ones to test out.
[He doesn't answer Mila, but she does make him grin, brief, vulpine yet warm, bright against his tawny face. As long as you have good questions, one imagines; he'd find a way to make it a valid compliment.
Then he looks at Kate.]
They call it 'Xandar.' Its galaxy is continuous with an iteration of the Earth Matrix you might be familiar with.
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[Orion is probably accustomed to receiving a lot of questions at once, doesn't seem to have difficulty tracking what came from whom. His dark eyes stay on Thor for a moment, and there's an intimation of a crinkle around the edges, a near-smile, like the one he'd had for Rocket. There's nothing hostile about it, but the calculating quality to it doubtlessly isn't the most reassuring to everyone who finds themself in its path.]
His skills include hand-to-hand combat, firearms, and athleticism. Not at Agent-level proficiency, but he'd be a match for some of our more seasoned operatives one-on-one. He can pass through anything we've encountered. Concrete, water, glass, electrical fields, lasers. [He waves his hand around an etc., etc. pattern, glancing past Jomi and Kate as if he didn't notice their little exchange (OF COURSE HE NOTIced).] But some of our most talented programmers looked at some older AIs and have put together an experimental trap code. We've integrated it successfully with some of the technology local to the Matrix he's currently hiding out in. We can't be sure it'll work, but you'll be the first ones to test out.
[He doesn't answer Mila, but she does make him grin, brief, vulpine yet warm, bright against his tawny face. As long as you have good questions, one imagines; he'd find a way to make it a valid compliment.
Then he looks at Kate.]
They call it 'Xandar.' Its galaxy is continuous with an iteration of the Earth Matrix you might be familiar with.