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[skytranslates]

X5 IF Translation!

First time typesetting so forgive my novice-ness, but here’s the translation for X5 IF! There were some parts (like the old man part on the 5th page) that just didn’t make sense period so I did my best to translate it…

Also, no, I didn’t do anything, X and Zero are just that Gay™. Iwamoto, please….

Credits to @superellysan for the scans!

[finalnumber]

Only proves to me that taking out the old man’s trash is the right course of action. 

[finalnumber]

"Wow, just.. wooooow. Overgrown Barbie doll thinks he too good to help out the little man. I can see why I will always be the cooler red robot, because my replacement is a pansy."

“I’m not your replacement, jackass.”

[whistlexconcert]

“Well, since someone around here is trying to be an obvious crappy knock off of me (cough @finalnumber cough) I’m gonna be the worst knock off of Forte.”

“NYEH, FIGHT ME MEGAMAN.”

[finalnumber]

You’re an ass. I’m clearly the worst version of Bass. IT SAYS SO IN MY FUCKING BOOT CODE. 

[finalnumber]

"Help me, Obi Blonde Canoli, I'm in trouble and your dumb friends won't stop shooting me."

"I have no idea what the hell you're talking about this time. You do know that, right? Maybe give me a sitrep before asking for my _valuable_ time?"

[finalnumber]

What do I owe? 

X owes Vile a reply I think Axl owes X a reply  Black Zero owes X a reply Might have to get threadtracker going again. 

[inkyscribbler-deactivated202008]

what am i even doing anymore

[finalnumber]

I say that, but of course I want to understand the old man better. X has all those capsules and at least knows the face of his father. I get a silhouette and incomplete data.  That’s why I keep blowing up his fucking fortresses. I’m looking for data. I’m picking a fight. I wish he’d answer. 

[finalnumber]

(indefinite-variable) SGA Starters - "You’re lucky you only suffered a concussion and didn’t break your neck."

“Hey, X, c’mon, what’s another concussion when I’m pretty much 90% rebuild at this point?” He laughs up at X from the table. He looks pretty comfortable for someone missing a leg and has a bunch of cables running into his left eyesocket. The right eye works just fine! 

[finalnumber]

indefinite-variable:

“We don’t,” said X, holding Zero’s hand before it touched his face. “And as much as I hate to admit it, I agree it’s better if I survive, but,” yes, it happened a million times, even with all of his serious damage Zero actually had a 95% survival rate, maybe work of the virus, maybe not, but in the end—

“It just… never gets easier.”

“Sure doesn’t,” Zero sighed, eye closing again. He felt X’s hands around his and drew some comfort from it, relaxing slightly against the table with a low breath.  “Maybe in some weird way I’m trying to get you used to the idea of a world without me.” He said it lightly, tossing it off like a joke, but there was a thread of grimness underneath the banter. We’ve been beating the odds for a long time, but let’s face it, X, the world keeps getting worse, we’re not getting any younger, and I’m still part of the problem that keeps this world trapped in this cycle... “Living long enough to spit on the old man’s hopes for me from an ever increasing distance is pretty satisfying, though.” Then he grinned, a rather snide grin given weird edges with all the cables running out of his face.

[splattermemes-deactivated202007]

Robot / AI Starters

as requested by anon. Feel free to change pronouns or anything else !

“I think one of my wires broke.”

“Humans are so strange.”

“I’m water-proof, but I can’t swim!”

“___ is…recalculating…Ha, I’m just messing with you! I’m fine.”

“I have feelings, too.”

“Sometimes, I wish I could eat.”

“I am stronger, faster, and more deadly than any human. But you’re an idiot if you think I won’t pet that kitten.”

“I have memory of you being an idiot in my database.”

“How am I supposed to update in a place like this?”

“If you ever turn into a zombie, just know that I’m programmed to kill you.”

“Robots never have to ask ‘why am I here?’ We’re all made with a purpose.” / “I was made to fuck shit up.” / “I was made to do laundry but then I said ‘fuck that’ and here I am.”

“Stop looking at me. I know what you want to ask. You want to know whether or not I can have sex.”

“I don’t have an off button, just a sleep mode.” / “If you press my off button, it’s like I’m dead.”

“Love wasn’t in my programming. I encoded it myself.”

“What do you mean? I am a real person.”

“Is that a photo of me in my original version? How embarrassing!”

“My name is ___. I don’t go by my serial number.”

“There are a lot of things that you don’t know about me.”

“I can’t go in there, or I’ll short out.”

“There’s no way for me to charge. My battery is going to run out.” / “Why do you look so scared? I’m solar-powered.”

“My brain holds the entire internet and you’re calling me stupid?”

“Did you see that? He/She/They just tried to engage my attack mode!”

“I can feel things, it’s just not the same way you do.”

“It’s too bad I missed my chance to overthrow the government and take over the human race.”

“Woah, I can’t look at your penis. My zoom resolution isn’t high enough.”

[finalnumber]

(indefinite-variable) SGA Starters - "You’re lucky you only suffered a concussion and didn’t break your neck."

“Hey, X, c’mon, what’s another concussion when I’m pretty much 90% rebuild at this point?” He laughs up at X from the table. He looks pretty comfortable for someone missing a leg and has a bunch of cables running into his left eyesocket. The right eye works just fine! 

[indefinite-variable]

“One day you’ll manage to break what HQ can’t repair. And by judging at your past actions, this is a when, not an if.”

Zero was right that the situation was nothing new, but X still didn’t understand why HQ didn’t improve his defensive abilities — it had been proven that X’s and Zero’s armor systems were compatible, most booster chips were, but no one came with a definitive solution. Or maybe Douglas and Alia came, but Zero refused. Typical him.

“You know that I still don’t like when you almost die and- yeah, yeah, I know you’ll be fine but… you know, man.”

[finalnumber]

“I know,” Zero said, more seriously. “Look, X... “ he seemed to be about to say something, but then changed his mind. His good eye shifted and his gaze moved up to the ceiling, then closed for a moment. “Heh, You already know what I’d say, anyway...do we even need to rehash the same old words any more?”  They don’t fix his armor because they’re already worried about his unpredictable strength in the face of the virus...  He moved his arm, which had been resting lightly across his upper abdomen, and reached out toward X, trying to touch the other prototype’s face.  “Better me than you.”

[finalnumber]

status update: this is a fucking bug hunt

[finalnumber]

cyberspiritx:

Oh finally. He’s gotten something from Zero. The real Zero. Even though he was very certain it would be, a wave of relief washes over him.

[ So that’s also why it’s taking you all so long? The enemy is giving you all the runaround, hopfully it’s not yet another elaborate plot that oh-so-conveniently is run by You Know Who again. Honestly… the man is tenacious, and now he has a successor who may be even worse. 

But you know, the last we’ve seen of Sigma, he didn’t seem right. So best bet is that his “successor” is behind you all being led into dead ends. I definitely want you two home, so I can see what I can do on my end, now that I’ve had a successful arrest of yet another dear friend of ours. Go ahead and guess. ]

Zero groans across the planet at X. [Judging from your tone, I’m going to guess it’s either Dynamo or Vile - who else always pops up to be pains in our asses at the worst possible time, besides Sigma?   Yeah. Axl’s having a blast, but just between us... I’m getting pretty sick of clearing out one shooting gallery after another of copy bodies. I know we need to scour out these spaces so other Mavericks can’t settle in, but... couldn’t we just fry them from orbit with one of the orbital lasers or something instead? 

... Not that I want you to think I’m running from a fight. If it were a real fight, I wouldn’t be as annoyed as I am right now. This isn’t S-class level threat stuff here. Most of these rooms are time-wasting puzzle boxes better suited to R&D than us. Unless, of course, I’m wrong and it turns out THIS time it’s the real thing.]  He sighs. [Which is the risk we take by pulling out. I dunno, X. Obviously, our comfort has never entered into this. What’s your read on the situation with Comstaff?]

[finalnumber]

status update: this is a fucking bug hunt

@cyberspiritx [Axl says you’ve been trying to reach me? Sorry, comm is spotty in this fortress. Some of the rooms are equipped with signal jammers, and I just cleared out into a space that doesn’t. We’re pretty deep underground, too, it’s not helping. I keep losing my Navi’s feed, so it’s honestly not just you.  We’re taking a break here while we’re in the clear to fuel up and self-repair. I’d say we’re... maybe 50% in and it feels like it’s just a big snipe hunt. Honestly, part of me wants to ask for a mission abort and evac. This and the last three bases have all been giant fucking wastes of time. I’d rather be diving through one of the old man’s castles again.] 

[hunterkillervile]

... WELL. SINCE I’M IN JAIL NOW.

[finalnumber]

hunterkillervile:

Shiiit, man. Why don’t you come over a little closer, and maybe I can show you that Vile’s still got it. I ain’t denying I used my and everyone else’s damn uncontrollable libido to rise in the ranks. It fucking worked, didn’t it. Shit, I’m already in jail, what more can y’all do…

Whaddya say, Goldilocks? Let your good friend Vile give you a good time.

I’m feeling a little too ethical right now (not to mention a little too fucking busy) to come and play with you right now, Vile. You just hang around a while, and maybe I’ll give you sloppy fourths after I get done wrecking this puzzlebox dungeon fortress I’m slogging through. 

[finalnumber]

(indefinite-variable) SGA Starters - "You’re lucky you only suffered a concussion and didn’t break your neck."

“Hey, X, c’mon, what’s another concussion when I’m pretty much 90% rebuild at this point?” He laughs up at X from the table. He looks pretty comfortable for someone missing a leg and has a bunch of cables running into his left eyesocket. The right eye works just fine! 

[hunterkillervile]

... WELL. SINCE I’M IN JAIL NOW.

Better make the most of it.

[finalnumber]

If you were half as good with your tongue as this girl in your image, you probably wouldn’t be in the pokey right now, Vile. 

[finalnumber]

cyberspiritx:

He knows Vile is going to be one unhappy camper when he wakes up, but at least he’s restraint and taken care of. The V-Hangar that was used to break the cuffs now is in X’s possession, which he joins back with the copied Z-saber before turns his attention back to the remaining maverick.

“I appreciate your help, but I’ve had many years of experience dealing with that guy. It’s very easy to dodge his canon with a sidestep, Vile can’t change the direction once he’s charging… But Zero would have remembered that.” He’s not exactly sure why he needed to spell it out for this copy, but he lets it go in seconds and returns to the arrest, quickly grabbing Zero’s arms and then reading him his rights in the meantime. He forgot to read them to Vile too… oops.

“… You got all that? What’s your name?” He pauses, tilting his head back up to Zero again with an expression lacking amusement.

“And don’t say Zero. What’s your real name, maverick?”

Zero frowns as X points that little specific about Vile’s cannon out. Does he remember that? He pokes at his memories, silent while X grasps his hands, and his face goes blank for a few moments, obviously turned inward.  He should remember that. Kind of thing he would want to keep in mind. What other things should he remember that he doesn’t? As he gazes into his memory, it strikes him as ... patchy. Large missing sections, and if he looks deeply into some of them they seem abrupt, ending too quickly, or not quite all-there. Bits and pieces are bright and vivid, data sitting in him as clear and vivid as a movie or a cutscene, but ... then... some of it... isn’t. Like he wasn’t meant to look too closely at it. 

He snaps out of it. Useless. Waste of time to worry about it. He is what he is. X is expecting an answer. “Yeah, I copy. Don’t worry, I’m not gonna kick up a fuss.”   He really doesn’t like the stern look X is throwing him though. He feels wounded, like he doesn’t deserve that kind of expression. He shrugs his shoulders. “Sorry,” he says, finally. “I don’t have any other name to give you, X. I don’t even have the imagination to make something up. As far as I know, I am Zero. Even if that’s not the case, I don’t have any way to prove otherwise. I assume Base will just dissect me. Then we’ll know for sure, huh?”