Do not be blind...

You guys are hilarious. Really. I’m beside myself with laughter.

I’m looking forward to this trip. At least I can get away from you two.

"You know maybe I will go, and you will keep me company."

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dwn40crystalsight replied to your post:"Please don’t anger my brother, he’s older than me, but still childish."

"I know, but he’s quite explosive and I’d rather not clean after him."

Explosives are useless when they can’t hit their target, man. Just sayin’.

"True, I suppose it's fine then, if he does do extensive damage tell me, and I will put him in his place."

patriotbomber039 replied to your post:patriotbomber039 liked your post:No. "Oh don’t...

… no.

"Heheh"

#patriotbomber039

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"Oh don't worry I'm still keeping a watchful eye on you."

#patriotbomber039

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dwn40crystalsight:

"Napalm…Do I need to intervene and keep an eye on you?"

No no no no. Issac Asimov, no. I don’t need a babysitter.

"If you insist on acting like a child with a tantrum at the drop of a pin, I will have to."

Actually, nobody really visited the barracks these days, aside from Napalm and the occasional visit from the doctor himself. There was no need to spend the time preparing the troops, because there was just nothing going on to prepare them for…

Still, Napalm kept the place looking as tidy as possible. That was generally his job: making sure that Dr. Wily’s drone army was at full operations at any given moment. System checks, weapons testing, mechanical upkeep… It was tedious, aggravating, and demoralizing. And he loved it.

"Gotta make sure they follow orders. They have that loyalty programming, but they’re still dumb as a sack of bolts…" As if to prove a point, the hapless Sniper Joe dubbed Foxtrot Two immediately tripped on one of the wide power cables lining the floor while scrambling back to his pod. The tank grumbled and turned as if he were about to walk over there and beat the malfunctioning scrap into paste. His vocals sputtered quietly before apparently calming down as the Joe got up and joined the rest of his company.

The tank was obviously irritated. Moreso than usual. He just wasn’t quite sure why. He turned back to his linemate, approaching a nearby panel and clumsy flipping a few switches with his launcher arms.

"… I think I might be glitching ‘r something… Sorry," he muttered.

(Crystal remained quiet, apologies didn't matter as long as Napalm kept his voice at a low volume. It was a bit amusing to him, how his brother so intimidating would apologize to him, he almost laughed. Enough of that, he made quick work of making sure each and single Joe was organized and at their station. They looked slightly intimidated by Crystal's presence, then again they probably were always like that with his brother in the same room. He sighed at the thought, then turned back to check on Napalm working with switches, Crystal stared for a moment it was quite the sight how the other was so clumsy, he almost felt sorry for his brother.)

"I think I can help with that." (He slowly made his way to the panel, staring at Napalm.)

There was a moment where Napalm wasn’t sure if his brother was poking fun at him or actually following military protocol… no, Crystal was definitely messing with him. The tank let out a huff, and led him inside.

If there were a sight that could brighten up the day for a guy like Napalm Man, it was the troop barracks. The low-level AI support robots that Wily used didn’t require the same accommodations as a Robot Master; all that the Joes needed was a charging station and some orders.

Still, the massive storage room was quite impressive, with rows of a few dozen ceramic steel charging pods lining the walls. Higher up, shelves of smaller aerial drones could be seen in stasis, the occasional Telly or Batton fluttering between them to perform their own maintenance checks. At the far end of the hangar, a pair of Sniper Armor mecha sat in disrepair while a mechanic drone arm worked to piece another together. Behind it, the polished Apache units gleamed with freshly-applied wax.

Napalm paid no mind to the spectacle, marching onward toward the large control board on the far wall. The occasional Joe halted and gave the two RMs a quick salute; most of the platoon was already stationed at their respective pods.

"First things’ first. Make sure they’re all filed in and in their stations… I’m gonna have you do some manual checks on the control panel, here." He paused, turning to glance to his right with an intimidating, annoyed look in his eye.

“Oi, Fox Two! Get your sorry exhaust in that pod ‘fore I shove it in yours!”

(Crystal followed his brother while observing the various details in the storage room, and the bots that passed by them. He didn't bother visiting this part of the Fortress, he had little interest at least compared to Napalm it was non existent. He also made sure to observe his brother, watching carefully each stride and expression the other was making. It entertained Crystal for a bit, but he was confused each time a Joe saluted them, not used to that type of treatment. Once Napalm started speaking he quickly made sure to pay attention for the directions.)

"Alright, sir I'll handle it." (Crystal then flinched from his brother's yelling, then sighed.) "Do try to control your volume." (He turned away to begin the work given to him.)

#((it's cool))

"I seem to have some free time for myself, which is who I will use it for, myself."

Alright. Meet me in the barracks in 0015. I’ll show you what needs done.

True to his word, Napalm would be waiting at the entrance while the last of the Joes filed in. He wasn’t totally sure why Crystal would volunteer for this, but the tank could always use an extra set of hands. All those cables and data jacks tended to be awkward to handle with grenade launchers for arms.

(Crystal didn't bother giving a response since he was of course going to be on time, messing with Napalm's schedule sounded unwise.So he made his way to meet his brother after cleaning up his room. He could see Napalm waiting for him, and once near he stood straight with arms crossed to await any orders. Might as well be on good behavior.)

"Ready to assist you, sir"(He chuckled.)

"Well I know you're hardly interested in my calm hobbies, so why not share one of yours? I am in the mood to try new things."

I don’t really have a “hobby”. Aside from tweaking my own armaments when there’s nothing else to do.

Unless you wanna help me run calibration tests on the Joes. Again. It’s like they need to have a new optic installed every time they step outside.

"Then you honestly need to find one, but alright I will assist you in this task. Try to go easy on me, I don’t pay much attention to the lesser robots."

"Well actually, I hear something is going on with the other Robot Masters. Do you know what’s going on?"

"Ah yes, I do quite know, sadly to share with you? Haha not exactly an idea sir. You shouldn't meddle in such insignificant rumors."

"How so?" asked Blade. "You seem like a tough looking robot. Able to hold his own in battle. Your story must be worth something."

"I was built to make my father money, that is about it."(He looks slightly annoyed by this, but the sooner he answered, the less he had to deal with Blade Man asking once again.)"Do you wish to converse of something else? Or shall I take my leave..."

"Well, I’m one of the robot masters Dr.Wily used to fight Megaman while I was infected with Roboenza." He explained. He had taken the cure long ago, but always felt it could still be there.

"What about you? You seem like you may have an interesting story."

"Not surprised, another robot reeled into my father's idiotic affairs. I apologize on his behalf." (Crystal chuckled a bit at the question.)"My story? Far from it, not worth to tell honestly."

"Well killing something that is a potential killing machine would be difficult. Wouldn’t you agree?" He asked. He was a literal walking weapon. "Wouldn’t you fight back if someone tried to attack you?"

"Depends on who's doing the work, but I can't do anything else but agree." (Crystal shrugged.)"Let's leave the topic of killings behind despite how wonderfully interesting they are. Tell me about yourself."

Blade bowed as well, and said “I’ve learned to identify DWNs out of habit. It’s always good to know who’s who around you.”

"Though I’m a bit of a rogue…" He said getting up. "I’m a DWN, but I roam where I please."