Skul looked back over his shoulder and felt a wave of relief as he saw Star shoot out of the pit where Drill had fallen, but then he heard the message over the loudspeakers just as sure as everyone else and his metaphorical blood ran cold. All eight of the second gens. Coming their way. There was no way out of running into them, not with how long it would take to catch up to Flash. In a few minutes, he’d even be able to timestop again, which would only worsen their hopeless situation.
That little wave made Skull about ready to jump up there and strangle the DWN, but he couldn’t jump that high, wasn’t built for it, and it’d just make him look like a fool. He cursed colorfully under his breath, Flash was on his home turf, and there was no way they were stopping him now.
Regardless of whether there was a chance of it, pessimism was eating at Skull, and he couldn’t halt the urge to skid to a stop and bark out, “<We need to get out before his brothers jump us! Cowardly scum! He can’t even do anything without a small army to back himself up with!>”
"OOAARRGhhaaAHHHH HA HA HA!!! AHHH!! HAHA! OH!"
Drill whoops and yells in freakish joy/fear when Star swoops down and catches him. He tucks his arms in tight against his body to reduce the chance of hitting the DWN with his drillbits because that would be bad, hitting your current savior with your giant, drilling bomb arms is bad.
"Thank you!" he wheezes out, his voice reedy and full of air as he vents heavily to try and keep from overheating. Drill’s eyes are wide and his feet dangle just above the pit he is trying very, very hard not to look down into. It takes a while for his one-track mind to get off the fact that he pretty much fell into the mini-version of the center of the earth, but eventually he mentally picks himself up and hauls himself back on track fast enough to catch Flash’s booming announcement.
"<NO!>" Drill roars, almost forgetting himself and halfway to flailing around in rage. "<WE WERE SO CLOSE! WE ALMOST HAD HIM!>” The demo bot’s already rapid venting takes on an erratic pattern as he tries helplessly to think of another way.
"<Let me talk to Crash Man!>" He insists. "<If I just talk to him maybe he’ll let me take Ring back!>" But Drill thinks he already knows the answer to his proposal, and so he looks to Star desperately.
"Star Woman! To be following Flash further?! If I can just talk to Crash Man—!"
"Glad to hear it." Star said, thinking about tossing Drill up and catching him so he could carry him by supporting his back and legs instead of clinging to his middle. He was just shooting that idea down and about to ask the bot in question if he and his brother actually had a plan, when Flash used the intercom for his informative announcement. To the whole Fortress.
He felt numb at first, which didn’t last long thanks to his “ally’s” little episode. Nothing was okay, none of this was okay, and he wasn’t going to ‘skirt the line’ on this one, either. He didn’t know what to say or do. What even were their options?!
Star looked at Drill when addressed, a little baffled by the ‘woman’ thing, butt not bothering to correct him with how urgent the situation was. “I-I-I….” He looked uncertainly at Drill’s face. “It’s a trap.”
He didn’t say “no,” but walking into an entire room full of potential beat-down labeled a traitor wasn’t very appealing. He decided to at least see if Skull was going to take the bait before flying into that. He propelled himself forward again, aiming to catch up with Skullman and in the meantime attempting to open up a link with him.
<So what are you going to do?>
Flash’s mocking insane laughter echos around the Skull as he disappears out of the ceiling before he blips out of existence when he uses his emergency robotmaster teleport signal to drop into the common room of the 2nd Gens. Ring following in soon after, still in the arms of the sniper joe, he pats the dead cop fondly on whats left of his face. “You didn’t want to leave yet anyways, huh? We haven’t even gotten to play, spending all your time with my brothers.” He gives a deep sigh and boops Rings dead nose.
<First of all, I’m a scientist. I don’t have to be brave when I have 7 brothers capable of killing you. You can have yours back when I’m finished and not a moment sooner.
>Good day, Skull.
>You were always a favorite, I would gladly trade Ring for you. Of course~
He looks at his HUD as the camera feeds activate, making his eyes glow a bright green, he watches the DCN’s and Star catch up with Skull. He wondered if they’d make it out of a battle ready fortress. Well, he’d find out soon enough.