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“Get a move on ya mechanical bucket!”
Holding a tray of sandwiches, C383 steadily moved towards the lunch room while shifting his weight from left to right in that ker-chunk, ker-chunk fashion as most robots often do.
Headmaster Varion Duskweld shouted again at the autognome in his way — “See that the students don’t go hungry! And make it snappy!”
The Headmaster Duskweld quickly shuffled by C383, and muttered in derision under his breath while he passed, “as if this chunk of arcanic metal understands what snappy even means!”
C383 moved towards his daily destination. Beneath his metal exoskeleton, the quiet whirr of moving parts slowly hummed in a cacaphonic rythymic unison. The tattered cape draped over his rune-metal shoulders appeared to provide no more function than to appease the inhabitants of the Aegis Citadel.
Upon entering the lunchroom, many students started to swarm C383 and removed sandwiches from the tray before he reached his destination across the room. By the time he arrived at the serving table, the pile of food was half gone.
Finn came to the Aegis Citadel as a servant autognome to a merchant family named Smathian, as they were sending their daughter, Elxias, to the Citadel to train. When Elxias left over 20 years ago, her family left C383 behind to pay the last part of their daughter’s tuition.
When Donny and C383 left, Donny was training with the top combat group as he had shown he had advanced skills in combat, however, he butted heads with the leader of that group, Trent Xander, as Donny felt that Trent's leadership lacked virtue and honor and did not want to work under him.
Xander and his buddies singled out Donny and called him traitor for not acquiescing to their ways, and it was at that point that Donny decided to leave the Aegis Citadel with C838 to return to Captain Marris, whom had brought him here so many years prior.
When Donny and C838 escaped, they knew that they might have made enemies, as relationships made at the citadel were often forged under extreme duress and blood sacrifice and to turn your backs on your brotherhood meant making enemies for life.