[u]_Can no one fix these old gears...?•[/u] [i]Before the sun rose upon Tatakai, the thumping metallic steps of Banshii's old feet could be heard just past the Dojo's gates. Upon a sudden halt, the robot raised a fist and slammed it against the gates three times. He looked up at the large gate, and then to the stars, his innards clicked and sparked, wonder once more came to him just as it always had at night. Then it was gone. He, once more, realized that he was still just an irrelevant war machine, only bound to kill more...and more...and more...never did he think that there would be a chance to fulfill his dreams and wants. Not once. And so, the old robot fell to the ground on his behind, and stared up at the stars, letting his mind drift as it wanted until he heard an answer.[/i] [spoiler]Open to anyone[/spoiler]