No. Just liking things.There is no need for you to worry about interactions with myself, I have not involved myself in your peoples affairs.
I don’t really care. I only liked your post because it was funny watching Apollo be a jerk. Nothing more, nothing less.
[-INCOMING TRANSMISSION//DWN-014-]<Greetings, you are on of Busters tiny line. Indeed, I have taken on the burden of watching over the line while Wily is busy. There are no major issues currently that any other line needs concern themselves with at this moment. Trust that I will update the entirety of the Fortress if there is cause for alarm. Thank you for your correspondence.> [-END TRANSMISSION//DWN-014-]
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I know.
Bubbles wasn’t expecting Metal to just collapse into his arms, let alone not fight at all. He ran his fingers through Metal’s hair in what he hoped would be a soothing motion while he tried to think. No one knew them better inside and out that Wily, but this was such a grotesque scene, Bubbles didn’t want to shock the old man into death. But he had no idea where Flash was. He was on the moon, or something. Flash was becoming more and more like that Cheshire Cat, everywhere and no where all at once.
“I-I would say Flash, but I have no idea where he is,” Bubbles finally said. He looked back down at Metal and grimaced. He stood up slowly, adjusting his weight to make sure Metal didn’t fall, but boy was that difficult. Now he was absolutely covered in robo-gore and that makes some slippery work. But he was able to shuffle Metal clumsily into Crash’s arms. “It’ll have to be Wily, I guess. He should be easier to find. I hope.”
A strange calm had come over Bubbles. Maybe he had just fried a couple of his programs, maybe he was going through what humans called shock, but he was calm. He could almost think clearly. Bubbles almost wanted to ask what just happened? Did this really just happen? A glance at his room and at himself was a unreassuring ‘yes, this just happened. And you are very lucky to have survived.’ This was going to be a lot of work he was thinking. A lot of things are going to need to be replaced, much like chocolate, oil does not come out.But why was he thinking about that? He looked back up to Crash and Metal and he felt his eyes water. Oh. Right. His calm was starting to dissolve, but he had to keep that in, at least wait until Metal wasn’t in pieces and bleeding over everything.
“Finding either of them isn’t a problem.” Crash replies quickly, when Bubbles tries to figure out who’d be repairing their brother. Wily was predictably in his labs, and he could get ahold of Flash… in a flash. The more he thought about it, the better idea it seemed to be to take Metal to their brother, it was about damn time he did something for their family anyway.
Crash watches as Bubbles loads Metal into his arms, and he clutches him as tightly as he can, his arms not really shaped for it. Really, it was a little less like ‘clutched’ and more like ‘locked in’, Crash’s drills framing his own face.
Metal…
He’d warned him.
This is reflected pretty clearly in his eyes, red and unsympathetic. That was something though- Crash didn’t look angry. Frustrated, disappointed, but not angry, not surprised, not horrified. Even if his eyes were hard and his jaw was set, he doesn’t say “I told you so” or “You deserve this.” He was taking him to be repaired, after all.
That’s what brothers did for each other.
>Flash, I need you.
>I need you in your main lab on the island, ASAP. Don’t keep me waiting, bring skin glue.
There’s a pause.
>Bring whatever you need to reskin a face. Meet you there.
“Bubbles, he’s going to be fine.” Crash reassures sharply, trying to snap him out of it…. but there was that shared worry.
“We’re all going to be fine.” he adds, voice softer.
He can still feel it, he can feel half of his mind telling him that everything was wrong. That his brothers were wrong, that they were trying to sabotage him; sabotage everything they’d worked for. Metal rocks back and forth in Bubble’s arms before he’s pulled away.
He was going to die. They were going to kill him. They would rip him to shreds and throw him into the scrap heap. No.
No. No. NO.
He would not fall to this again. He was stronger than this. He was… He was…
To be honest, he did not know who he was anymore. He probably knew himself even less than his brothers did. Something about that hurts. An aching feeling that somehow feels even worse than the blinding fog of pain currently clouding his senses. Metal stares at Crash, his eyes heavy.
His brother doesn’t need to say anything. He already knows.
Metal closes his eyes.
<You caught me right on time, Brother. I am in my lab at the moment, elbow deep in a Light bot! He can’t wiggle anymore at least!
<I turned off his body!
<Why would you need a face? Did you get yourself in the face with your drills again? I told you that when you get upset you are supposed to take deep venting breaths and count backwards from 10…
Flash was happily repairing Tornado while Hard looked on, the Light bot was pretty much naked and large sections of his skin had been removed so repairs could be administered. Light bots were a different complicated, Flash didn’t have his blueprints, but scans told him that he was on the right track. It was slow going, and of course he let Tornado stay awake through it, though he was wondering if he should have just turned the panicked little bastard off.
He was wondering if this was Hards boyfriend, and was suddenly worried about his brothers tastes in lovers.
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Enker being a knight!
DID I DO IT RIGHT?
alsjdflasdfasdfasdf YES OMFG!!! AAAAAAAAA HE IS PLEASED BY THIS!
Impressive? Ha, I would have to say the Stardroids would disagree with you. I’m sorry to hear about your breeding problems, but that is what they call natural selection right? You organics and your silly problems.
Oh yes, it’s a process but I intend to bring it back to an equilibrium. The leaders of my moon will die out and be replaced with a better breed. But organics and non-organics both have their set of problems. Nothing in this universe is immortal.
There are those that would say otherwise apparently. But you never know, nothing is impossible.
I study the biology of different species, mostly focusing on reproduction. I study their habits, conduct dissections, collect DNA samples, ect. I really do enjoy my work.
I think every good scientist should enjoy their work, its a good thing. I enjoy mine, but I am only interested in breeding so far as the pleasurable parts. My kind can’t breed, I think that is a blessing. It would be….weird.
It’s a pleasure to meet a fellow scientist. As for my own species, we can breed but at the cost of our lives. The solution to that problem is what fuels my research. I will say that the robots here on Earth are one of the most complex I’ve seen. It’s impressive.
Impressive? Ha, I would have to say the Stardroids would disagree with you. I’m sorry to hear about your breeding problems, but that is what they call natural selection right? You organics and your silly problems.
