Races
Iron Star is the home to several varieties of Bots:
- Droids - The Droids inhabit Iron Star's surface cities in abundance. There are many different types of Droid robots, from small biped miners to intelligent science bots to large transport bots.
- Morbots - Ancient race of Bots believed to have constructed Iron Star. It is also believed that they inhabit great cities at the core of Iron Star where they generate the energy used by the planet's surface inhabitants. Most Droids on the surface are frightened or superstitious of them, as no one has ever actually seen a Morbot or been to the planet's core and returned. None are seen throughout the game- with the possible exception of Glitch.
- Mils - Race of Military Bots created by General Corrosive(Exavolt), with the purpose of conquering and controlling Iron Star. The Mils make up the majority of enemies in-game.
- Zombie Bots - Feral Bots made of scrap metal capable of reforming after being destroyed (but they can only do this once before they are destroyed permanently), and have an "unquenchable thirst for fresh oil", the equivalent of blood for droids. They tend to inhabit the more decrepit regions of Iron Star. They can be found in the Wastelands and in the Ruins of Iron Star. They are used like caged fighting animals in the level "Round two" of the coliseum.
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Famous quotes containing the word races:
“For the most part we stupidly confound one man with another. The dull distinguish only races or nations, or at most classes, but the wise man, individuals.”
—Henry David Thoreau (1817–1862)
“Late in the afternoon we passed a man on the shore fishing with a long birch pole.... The characteristics and pursuits of various ages and races of men are always existing in epitome in every neighborhood. The pleasures of my earliest youth have become the inheritance of other men. This man is still a fisher, and belongs to an era in which I myself have lived.”
—Henry David Thoreau (1817–1862)
“Behind every individual closes organization; before him opens liberty,—the Better, the Best. The first and worse races are dead. The second and imperfect races are dying out, or remain for the maturing of the higher. In the latest race, in man, every generosity, every new perception, the love and praise he extorts from his fellows, are certificates of advance out of fate into freedom.”
—Ralph Waldo Emerson (1803–1882)