(Closed for Nightkill)

Voltron was sitting on a bench in central park for a few hours waiting for someone who supposedly wanted to buy a large number of guns, but he never showed. That organic has wasted my time. He decided to just leave and return to his hideout, but as soon as he stood up and began walking a man ran infront of him and pulled out a gun.

"Give me all your money!" The mugger screamed pointing the gun at Voltron's head.

"No." Voltron said calmly. The mugger got mad and acutally fired the gun, but because of Voltron's bullet proof metal skin it simply deflected off. The mugger was horrified and backed away

"What are you?!" He screamed as he fired the rest of his clip at Voltron, each bouncing off in random directions. When there were no more bullets he threw the gun at him. This is pathetic. Before the man could run, Voltron grabbed the man's throat and shocked him violently. As the man fell to the ground dead, he grabbed Voltron's trenchcoat and ripped it off. Now Voltron stood completely exposed in the middle of central park.

Nightkill had been watching the whole scene, looking interested. He was coming here for his weapons, but had been late. When he had arrived, his arms dealer was battling a mugger.
Nightkill had been impressed when the other robot easily defeated the mugger. He had an idea, smiled, and walked out of the shadows, clapping. 'Good job.' he said

Voltron turned around quickly to face Nightkill and imediately aimed the his hand at him.

"Who are you?" He asked, but was then suprised to see Nightkill's appearance. He then began to examine him and determine what he is. He must be some kind of cyborg, part robot and part organism. There is something else about him though, he doesn't look of human origin.

"I'm your customer." Night said simply. "But I assume from your expression, you are actually wondering "What are you"." he said. "I'm a cyborg like you."

"You're late." Voltron said as he lowered his hand.

"Before we deal I require your name, for security reasons."

"My name is Nightkill." the alien responded. "So, where's the plasma cannon I ordered?" he asked.

"Where's my money?" Voltron asked

"Before I give you anything I will require my full payment."

Nightkill nodded, and gave Voltron a check. "I see you are a cyborg like me. Who made you?" he asked.

"Actually I'm not a cyborg. I'm an Android with what is quite possibly the most advanced Artificial Intelligence chip in the world." Voltron said, correcting Nightkill.

"And to answer your question, I was made by a scientist named Jacob Hunte."

"Have never heard of him." the other android said bluntly. "I was created on a different planet, not on this Earth."

"I thought as much." Voltron said as he walked over to and picked up a duffel bag that was hidden in some nearby bushes. He then walked back over to Nightkill, unzipped the bag and pulled out an assortment of components and electronics.

"This will just take a second." He said before putting the components together to make a fully functioning, fairly big shoulder mounted plasma cannon (Similar to the way an RPG is held). He then lifted his newly made weapon and examined it for any faults. It looks in an acceptable condition. Voltron was about to hand it over to Nightkill, but quickly pulled away. His alien technology is too unique to give up a chance of examining.

"Infact, change of plans. I want to examine your technology more closely."

Night frowned. "I gave you the money, did I not?" he sighed. Then wires shot out of him, grabbing Voltron. "I'm interested in your tech too. I'm sorry, but you will be hacked."

"You can try." Voltron said before trying to counteract Nightkill's hacking attempt.

As both of them tried to hack each other, their minds understood each other in a sense. Volt knew everything Night was thinking and vice versa. But Kill was gaining more power, and forcing his will on Voltron's.

Voltron tried to resist Nightkill's influence, but had little defence against him. If Voltron had more knowledge on Nightkill's alien technology prior to trying to hack him, he would have probably already hacked Nightkill's mind. When Voltron could no longer resist Nightkill's will and his mind was now being corrupted. He began violently twitching and sparks shot out from his joints. But before Voltron had been completely corrupted, he was able to cut Nightkill's wires off with his clawed hand. Once Voltron cut the wires, Nightkill's connection to him was severed, but Voltron AI had already become damaged. The direct interface of Nightkill's alien technology and Voltron's unique artificial intellegence had severely affected Voltron. He was now having thoughts and emotions that weren't just his own, but were a volatile combination of both his and Nightkill's.

"What's happening?! What have you done?!" Voltron shouted as he fell to his knees.