The Colossuem is The Only Thing I Have to Protect

"I was born into a world full of spilled blood and oil. I know things that I should not know and I am cursed to stay in this loathsome place. No one expected a hyrbid such as myself to take a job meant for a true robot"  

[askthebrokenchief]

//Mun is back? Not really. The year is just starting and I have to do loads of stuff, so I’ll be in a semi-hiatus! So sorry! But I drew some

Characters along with @codedhopes ‘s DencerJack!!!

[askthebrokenchief]

//Hey Mun here! Sorry for the radio silence for the past month, but I had to take art classes for the past few weeks and I’ve just been in a shitty mood overall. Might not be on for so long this month, but I will try. In the meantime, have some sketches of a handsome boio ((though Zayn denies it)) and a mom and dad ((might do an event with them pretty soon if people want to, but I’ll have to see))

[askthebrokenchief]

@codedhopes

Another day on patrol and on one of the busiest days of the year.  Great. Just Great. Chief was on guard in front of the entrance, as he always did each day. Golden eyes looked through his black shades, just anticipating the arrival of colosseum onlookers. He and his other officers were guarding the perimeters that were above and below. The fearless Mighty Number 1 was to fight today, and the Colosseum was always on high alert with a Mighty Number was to fight. Oh, how Zayn despised the Mighty clan. They were always a pain in the neck, especially the one with the diving suit motif who spouts water and the other that flies in the air like a dive-bomber. Though, he had to do his job and pay his rent.

Looking past all of the happy guests, he also looked at any suspicious figures hiding among the huge crowds. His team was the best, he can admit that. The security team qualifications were carefully observed by Chief. You mess up, you get decommissioned. Over 150 robots have perished under Chief’s rule. Only the most prestigious, intelligent and tough robots could survive the cold-hearted leader. No robot or human would slip away from any of these officers, especially Chief.

[eclipsedfates]

[ JACK ] - “Hmm…”

Jack’s day was going really great so far! So much so that he had decided to come see this week’s big line up match at the Coloseeum–Mighty No. 1, Pyrogen, Vs the elegant yet graceful Hawaiian flame bot Plume. He was pretty sure Pyro was going to win–after all, the Mighties hardly ever lost. He even had to go up against them himself, once, back in his Coloseeum days…

They were certainly as strong as everyone claimed.

He managed to wave to the Mighty Leader as he took his seat in the stands–Pyro, of course, couldn’t openly gesture to him while out in the sands, but he did catch that grin of his when he saw him.

All was well and good…

…Ah, but what’s this..? A hoodied figure had also taken a seat behind Jack. It was difficult to tell if they were human or bot, but the figure was obviously not here for the match. He was watching Jack himself.

“GO PYRO! WOO!” Jack yelled as soon as the match started, unaware of the figure glaring daggers at him from behind…

[askthebrokenchief]

After a few minutes, fewer and fewer people kept coming to the stand. Chief decided that his heavy hitting officers should take entrance patrol now that the doors were about to close. In the meantime, Chief would go inside the colosseum to patrol the arena and make sure that the guests were safe. His fingers touched his comm link, “Brutes 1 through 8, proceed to head to the entrance perimeters. I’m indoors. Skyhawks 3 & 10 take the skies.” He speedwalks towards one of the balconies in the arena. 

Chief leaned back on the wall, scanning the area for anyone that seemed suspicious, but everyone seemed to be enjoying the show. The half-breed huffed, he wasn’t too comfortable being in an obnoxious atmosphere, but his job was on the line. The board did expect him to be the best and can prove that humans can be improved with technology. The thought faded when he spotted a hooded figure nearby, “Officers, I’m checking into a suspicious figure in Area 3, row 35.” 

[eclipsedfates]

[ JACK ] - “AND MIGHTY NO. 1 HAS HIS OPPONENT ON THE ROPES! CAN HE PULL OFF AN EXPLOSIVE VICTORY, OR WILL DEFEAT BACKFIRE ON HIS FACE?!”

Jack cheered with the crowd as Pyrogen was putting up a spectacular fight, fire and explosions dancing in the sands. Oddly, the figure behind Jack wasn’t exactly joining the support for the Mighty Leader…

The crowd jumps up as Pyro preforms his signature move, Burning Spirit…

…which gives the mysterious figure just enough time to draw a weapon of some sort–some kind of taser, at first glance–and SLAMED it onto Jack’s shoulder.

BZZZT–!

“OW, WHAT THE GLITCH?!”

What followed was the assailant grabbing onto Jack, this time to aim the taser weapon at a more vital point–of course, the CDN didn’t take this lying down, grabbing onto the arm of his attacker and FLINGING HIM over the seat in front of him–luckily, no one was sitting there–

“What the FRAG? Who the hell ARE you?!”

Red eyes glow underneath the shadow of the hoodie. Never…a good sign…

“Back off–! I don’t wanna hurt you–!”

[askthebrokenchief]

“Somone! Help! There are two civilians fighting!”

The cyborg flinched and turned his head as soon as he heard the cry for help. Chief was asked some directions to the nearest food stand when he heard a huge slam as well. It came from Area B, which was a few meters away from his current position. “One second--” He paused the woman that he was trying to help as he dashed over to the problem. He paused at the entrance of the aisle and looked to see a short-medium length haired robot with googles standing over a hooded xelbot. Chief was infuriated, he took his shades off immediately and stared straight at the xelbot with goggles. Chief’s stare would make the xelbot immobile, but if Chief were to close his eyes, the xelbot would be free. In a low, gruff voice, Chief said, “Stay down, robot.” 

All of Chief’s subordinates weren’t aware of what had happened. Though, the subordinates that were available near him went to go help him out. Chief wasn’t much of an attacker, so they were to restrain the violent civie. Soon, two brute models made their way down the aisle and grabbed the civie, their grasp almost crushing the xelbot. Chief slightly smiled to reassure the shocked guests, “Don’t worry, folks. We will detain this reckless mongrel from the premises.” He turned around and touched his comm link, “We need medical staff near Area B.” 

[askthebrokenchief]

[askthebrokenchief]

Beep. Beep. BEEEEEEP.

The scanner went A-WALL. Chief’s eyes diverted towards the scanner, which was ringing vigorously. He was notified that someone was on Colosseum premises. Straightening his posture, he pulled up the parking lot cameras. If the intruder was to come in close approximately, they would be spotted near the parking lot or..

He pulled up the cameras on the roof of the Colosseum. There wasn’t any equipment that detected whether the intruder would come from above, below or coming straight forward. The security office that he was located in was a subsidiary building a few meters away. Chief figured that if this intruder would be coming at a quick pace, he would have to be quicker. The young cyborg stood up, grabbed his jacket and was prepared to fight. He opened the door, eyes glowing gold in the night. His eyes were the key to defeating this intruder and capturing them. With that, he rushed towards the place that he cared most. 

[some-really-random-muses]

Lycay-9 had indeed wandered into the Colosseum’s parking lot. She was sniffing the air curiously when she noticed someone running towards her. Werebot instinct kicked in and she squared up, snarling. Whoever this stranger was, they were setting off an urge to fight that was barely contained. If she were fully conscious of the changes lycanthropy caused to her psyche, Lycay-9 would be cursing herself for acting so oddly. Regardless, she inquired to the stranger “What do you want? Have you come to robattle?”

[askthebrokenchief]

Chief shook his head, “Battling is forbidden outside colosseum walls. Leave these premises now, or face the consequences.” His eyes widen with anger. This robot sure was persistent, but he knew that this wolflike robot was not made of xel. They were also slightly smaller than Zayn, but nonetheless, they wanted to start a brawl. Chief needed to request for backup since he wasn’t the best physical attacker. The cyborg knew a few fighting styles, but not enough to maintain the creature that stood before him. Maintaining his ground he stared intently into the glowing rubies that belonged to the wold bot.

“You have a minute before I call my team. Leave. Now.”

[some-really-random-muses]

That response stopped Lycay-9 right in her tracks; staring at Zayn with her arm now hanging there awkwardly. When she finally processed Zayn’s words, her arm lowered to her side. Though hardly visible due to her visor, Lycay-9’s eyes darted from Zayn to the ground in front of Zayn repeatedly as she responded in a quiet but audible voice “Oh. I… must be far from home then. Sorry.” It took a surprising amount of her willpower to back down and run off on all fours but she did so. She couldn’t help wondering why this strange city was so strictly against robattles outside their Colosseum.

[askthebrokenchief]

“That’s right, run away.” He growled, his voice almost whispering in the cold night air. He took a long sigh of relief and started to do his routine hour check of the Colosseum. Though the wolf robot disappeared, it is likely that she would return and head into the Colosseum to fight against him. There were rules that prevented robots to fight outside of the Colosseum, but not inside. 

With the swipe of his ID card, Chief got in. These were times when Chief liked the Colosseum for once. Instead of the annoyance of screaming humans, there were silent creaks of metal benches and the sound of the seaside wind. With a slow and steady pace, he crept through each level, checking if the wolf bot would be hiding anywhere. Then, he sparked an idea. Chief lept on to the roof. The only accessible way to enter the Colosseum was via the roof, so if the wold bot were to come inside, Chief would be ready. It was just a matter of time. 

[lustful-lullabies-blog]

Please 💕

[candygoreaesthetics-blog]

Pls ★~(◡﹏◕✿)

[goddessgore-x]

!!

[askthebrokenchief]

[askthebrokenchief]

Beep. Beep. BEEEEEEP.

The scanner went A-WALL. Chief’s eyes diverted towards the scanner, which was ringing vigorously. He was notified that someone was on Colosseum premises. Straightening his posture, he pulled up the parking lot cameras. If the intruder was to come in close approximately, they would be spotted near the parking lot or..

He pulled up the cameras on the roof of the Colosseum. There wasn’t any equipment that detected whether the intruder would come from above, below or coming straight forward. The security office that he was located in was a subsidiary building a few meters away. Chief figured that if this intruder would be coming at a quick pace, he would have to be quicker. The young cyborg stood up, grabbed his jacket and was prepared to fight. He opened the door, eyes glowing gold in the night. His eyes were the key to defeating this intruder and capturing them. With that, he rushed towards the place that he cared most. 

[some-really-random-muses]

Lycay-9 had indeed wandered into the Colosseum’s parking lot. She was sniffing the air curiously when she noticed someone running towards her. Werebot instinct kicked in and she squared up, snarling. Whoever this stranger was, they were setting off an urge to fight that was barely contained. If she were fully conscious of the changes lycanthropy caused to her psyche, Lycay-9 would be cursing herself for acting so oddly. Regardless, she inquired to the stranger “What do you want? Have you come to robattle?”

[askthebrokenchief]

Chief shook his head, “Battling is forbidden outside colosseum walls. Leave these premises now, or face the consequences.” His eyes widen with anger. This robot sure was persistent, but he knew that this wolflike robot was not made of xel. They were also slightly smaller than Zayn, but nonetheless, they wanted to start a brawl. Chief needed to request for backup since he wasn’t the best physical attacker. The cyborg knew a few fighting styles, but not enough to maintain the creature that stood before him. Maintaining his ground he stared intently into the glowing rubies that belonged to the wold bot.

“You have a minute before I call my team. Leave. Now.”

[askthebrokenchief]

//Does Chief know about other worlds? :>

//Not really sure my dude, but it’s worth a shot in the future I guess? 

[askthebrokenchief]

@codedhopes

Another day on patrol and on one of the busiest days of the year.  Great. Just Great. Chief was on guard in front of the entrance, as he always did each day. Golden eyes looked through his black shades, just anticipating the arrival of colosseum onlookers. He and his other officers were guarding the perimeters that were above and below. The fearless Mighty Number 1 was to fight today, and the Colosseum was always on high alert with a Mighty Number was to fight. Oh, how Zayn despised the Mighty clan. They were always a pain in the neck, especially the one with the diving suit motif who spouts water and the other that flies in the air like a dive-bomber. Though, he had to do his job and pay his rent.

Looking past all of the happy guests, he also looked at any suspicious figures hiding among the huge crowds. His team was the best, he can admit that. The security team qualifications were carefully observed by Chief. You mess up, you get decommissioned. Over 150 robots have perished under Chief’s rule. Only the most prestigious, intelligent and tough robots could survive the cold-hearted leader. No robot or human would slip away from any of these officers, especially Chief.

[eclipsedfates]

[ JACK ] - “Hmm…”

Jack’s day was going really great so far! So much so that he had decided to come see this week’s big line up match at the Coloseeum–Mighty No. 1, Pyrogen, Vs the elegant yet graceful Hawaiian flame bot Plume. He was pretty sure Pyro was going to win–after all, the Mighties hardly ever lost. He even had to go up against them himself, once, back in his Coloseeum days…

They were certainly as strong as everyone claimed.

He managed to wave to the Mighty Leader as he took his seat in the stands–Pyro, of course, couldn’t openly gesture to him while out in the sands, but he did catch that grin of his when he saw him.

All was well and good…

…Ah, but what’s this..? A hoodied figure had also taken a seat behind Jack. It was difficult to tell if they were human or bot, but the figure was obviously not here for the match. He was watching Jack himself.

“GO PYRO! WOO!” Jack yelled as soon as the match started, unaware of the figure glaring daggers at him from behind…

[askthebrokenchief]

After a few minutes, fewer and fewer people kept coming to the stand. Chief decided that his heavy hitting officers should take entrance patrol now that the doors were about to close. In the meantime, Chief would go inside the colosseum to patrol the arena and make sure that the guests were safe. His fingers touched his comm link, “Brutes 1 through 8, proceed to head to the entrance perimeters. I’m indoors. Skyhawks 3 & 10 take the skies.” He speedwalks towards one of the balconies in the arena. 

Chief leaned back on the wall, scanning the area for anyone that seemed suspicious, but everyone seemed to be enjoying the show. The half-breed huffed, he wasn’t too comfortable being in an obnoxious atmosphere, but his job was on the line. The board did expect him to be the best and can prove that humans can be improved with technology. The thought faded when he spotted a hooded figure nearby, “Officers, I’m checking into a suspicious figure in Area 3, row 35.” 

[askthebrokenchief]

Are there purely civilian types of xel bots? What are the majority of them built for?

Chief sighed, “Civilian types are everyday bots. Only used for daily chores. On the other hand, Combat types are the ones that are used the most because bot fights literally hold society together these days…”

[askthebrokenchief]

A dog walks up to Zayn and licks his hand.

Zayn pats the dog, even though he was more of a cat person and babys the dog by saying “Who’s a dog boy?’

[askthebrokenchief]

@codedhopes

Another day on patrol and on one of the busiest days of the year.  Great. Just Great. Chief was on guard in front of the entrance, as he always did each day. Golden eyes looked through his black shades, just anticipating the arrival of colosseum onlookers. He and his other officers were guarding the perimeters that were above and below. The fearless Mighty Number 1 was to fight today, and the Colosseum was always on high alert with a Mighty Number was to fight. Oh, how Zayn despised the Mighty clan. They were always a pain in the neck, especially the one with the diving suit motif who spouts water and the other that flies in the air like a dive-bomber. Though, he had to do his job and pay his rent.

Looking past all of the happy guests, he also looked at any suspicious figures hiding among the huge crowds. His team was the best, he can admit that. The security team qualifications were carefully observed by Chief. You mess up, you get decommissioned. Over 150 robots have perished under Chief’s rule. Only the most prestigious, intelligent and tough robots could survive the cold-hearted leader. No robot or human would slip away from any of these officers, especially Chief.

[askthebrokenchief]

[askthebrokenchief]

Beep. Beep. BEEEEEEP.

The scanner went A-WALL. Chief’s eyes diverted towards the scanner, which was ringing vigorously. He was notified that someone was on Colosseum premises. Straightening his posture, he pulled up the parking lot cameras. If the intruder was to come in close approximately, they would be spotted near the parking lot or..

He pulled up the cameras on the roof of the Colosseum. There wasn’t any equipment that detected whether the intruder would come from above, below or coming straight forward. The security office that he was located in was a subsidiary building a few meters away. Chief figured that if this intruder would be coming at a quick pace, he would have to be quicker. The young cyborg stood up, grabbed his jacket and was prepared to fight. He opened the door, eyes glowing gold in the night. His eyes were the key to defeating this intruder and capturing them. With that, he rushed towards the place that he cared most. 

[some-really-random-muses]

Lycay-9 had indeed wandered into the Colosseum’s parking lot. She was sniffing the air curiously when she noticed someone running towards her. Werebot instinct kicked in and she squared up, snarling. Whoever this stranger was, they were setting off an urge to fight that was barely contained. If she were fully conscious of the changes lycanthropy caused to her psyche, Lycay-9 would be cursing herself for acting so oddly. Regardless, she inquired to the stranger “What do you want? Have you come to robattle?”

[askthebrokenchief]

Leaning on the entrance door, he replied: “I do not wish to battle.” His eyes were like two piercing gold stones. The gold on his boots and arms were shining as well, yet the rest of his body was cloaked in shadow. “You have a lot of nerve showing up here” he stood up and walked over to the werebot. They were definitely interesting, but not that intimidating. They looked more like a regular colosseum contestant so this would be a piece of cake for him. He stood in a stance, all the sudden his bangs shot up into the air. His eyes now shining as bright as they could, “I warn you—

—Do not get any closer!”

[askthebrokenchief]

[askthebrokenchief]

Beep. Beep. BEEEEEEP.

The scanner went A-WALL. Chief’s eyes diverted towards the scanner, which was ringing vigorously. He was notified that someone was on Colosseum premises. Straightening his posture, he pulled up the parking lot cameras. If the intruder was to come in close approximately, they would be spotted near the parking lot or..

He pulled up the cameras on the roof of the Colosseum. There wasn’t any equipment that detected whether the intruder would come from above, below or coming straight forward. The security office that he was located in was a subsidiary building a few meters away. Chief figured that if this intruder would be coming at a quick pace, he would have to be quicker. The young cyborg stood up, grabbed his jacket and was prepared to fight. He opened the door, eyes glowing gold in the night. His eyes were the key to defeating this intruder and capturing them. With that, he rushed towards the place that he cared most. 

[askthebrokenchief]

“Another night, another tireless search for nothing.” the cyborg sighs, leaning back in his chair. He was dedicated to his job and night shifts were routine, but Chief did not have anything suspicious since the Trinity incident. 

{OPEN STARTER!} 

[parkerpetre]

Go on, ask!

These are really random, I don’t know where they came from!

Whats your (full) name?

How old are you?

Whats your Birthday?

What star sign does that make it?

Whats your favorite color?

Whats your lucky number?

Do you have any pets?

Where are you from?

How tall are you?

What shoe size are you?

What was your last dream about?

What would you do if you won the lottery?

Would you like to build/design your own house?

Which form of public transport do you prefer?

What talents do you have?

Can you juggle?

Can you solve a rubix cube?

Do you have a cherished childhood teddy bear?

Are you psychic in any way?

Are you a good actor?

Are you a good writer?

Have you ever been bungee jumping?

Have you ever been canoeing/kayaking?

What types of holidays do you prefer?

Whats the furthest you’ve ever been on vacation?

What was your favorite vacation?

Where would your dream vacation be?

Can you tap dance?

Whats your favorite  animal?

Whats your favorite sport?

Whats your favorite food?

Whats your favorite pizza topping?

Whats your favorite movie?

Whats your favorite song?

Do you want children?

Do you want a church wedding?

Are you religious?

Do you like reality TV programs?

Do you like TV talent shows?

If you could go back in time to change one thing what would it be?

How many hats do you own?

Are you any good at pool?

Whats the highest you’ve ever jumped into the water from?

Have you ever been admitted to hospital?

Have you ever had any brushes with the law?

Have you ever been on TV?

Do you prefer baths or showers?

Do you prefer towel drying, blow drying or natural drying your hair?

What color socks are you wearing?

If you could live anywhere, where would that be?

Would you like to be a big celebrity?

How big is your TV?

What type of music do you like?

Have you ever been skinny dipping?

How many Pillows do you sleep with?

What position do you often sleep in?

What do you wear to bed?

Do you prefer sunrises or sunsets?

What do you typically have for breakfast?

Do you like scary movies?

Whats your favorite ice cream flavor?

Have you ever been in a newspaper?

Have you ever fired a gun?

Have you ever tried archery?

What’s your favorite condiment?

What’s your favorite clean word?

What’s your favorite swear word?

What’s your least favorite word?

What was the last movie you saw?

What football team do you support?

What’s the longest you’ve gone without sleep?

What’s the tallest building you’ve ever been up?

Do you have any scars?

When you were younger, what did you want to be when you grew up?

If you could change anything about yourself what would it be?

What’s the longest you’ve ever grown your hair?

Are you scared of flying?

Have you ever tie-dyed your own clothes?

Are you reliable?

Have you ever had a secret admirer?

If you could ask your future self one question what would it be?

Do you hold grudges?

If you could breed two animals together to defy the laws of nature what new animal would you create?

Do you decorate the outside of your house for Christmas?

Can you solve Sudoku puzzles?

Whats the most unusual conversation you’ve ever had?

Are you much of a daredevil?

Are you a good liar?

How long could you go without talking?

What has been your worst haircut/style?

Can you ice skate?

Can you do a somersault?

Whats your favorite joke?

Have you ever sleepwalked?

Whats your favorite TV commercial?

What traditionally adorns the top of your Christmas tree?

What would be your dream sandwich?

Can you impersonate anyone famous?

Can you do any accents other than your own?

Do you have a strong local accent?

Do you prefer blue or black inked pens?

When was the last time you had to dress fancy?

Do you prefer green or red grapes?

How do you have your eggs?

Whats your favorite saying?

Can you stand on your hands unassisted?

What do you have on your fridge door?

Who was the last person to knock/ring at your door?

What is one thing you wish you could tell your younger self?

What is your dream?

[askthebrokenchief]

Y'know something I've noticed? Alot of pokemon Confuse RAY.

“Not sure about that, but RAY could be considered one...”

[littleandroidsoldier]

(ミ) "Be careful! The enemy will always have a chance to attack even if you throw them off for just a second." Zayn said as he blocked one of the training dummies that was trying to attack Patch from behind. Training was going to be tough for Patch. Boxman shouldn't have ranked up the intensity level for the poor robot boy.

Patch was trying his best to concentrate as much as he can while he uses his arm canons to blast some training dummies away from him and Zayn. They could tell that Patch was trying his absolute best to know which attack that we was program using. 

“ι aм вeιng careғυl! don'т worry вιg вroтнer!”

Patch was good with his speed and attacks, but he wasn’t good at defenses at all. It was another of his weakness. He took more advice from Zayn as he jumped and hopped from each training dummies head to escape from more attacks. He was soon trying to fight a dummy in front of him while another was about to strike Patch from up above.

[littleandroidsoldier]

Patch tilted his head at the word dating as he turned his head to see Zayn. Patch happily waved at him.

“нι вιg вroтнer! ιѕ тнιѕ yoυr..daтe rιgнт нere? ι вeт yoυ тwo wιll do ѕo мυcн aweѕoмe тнιngѕ тogeтнer!” Patch spoke happily hopping from where he stands. 

Again he still doesn’t know what dating is yet as a smart child he was he began to progress some data. Once figuring it out Patch ran up to Zayn to hold his hand and tries to drag him to hold the other robots hand. 

[askthebrokenchief]

What was Patch doing? Hopefully, nothing too much. Was he doing with his hand. On no. "Patch, no no no no" he was sweating. The child wanted them to be together. He as trying to resist it by being immobile, so Patch couldn't move him. Zayn did love Damien, but he didn't want Patch to embarrass him.