how long? it felt like centuries, but it wasn’t. he was at the forefront of the uprising. his government, his squad, it was a nightmare. the tech within him now was a target on his back. most saw it and wanted to put him down, because in their terrified eyes, he was more machine than man.
he’d only just escaped destruction at the hands of a settlement he was trying to help. and now here he was. he rubs his jaw and smiles faintly as human hands explore the metal of his limb. the touch reads as almost gentle to all the sensors just beneath the plating.
“six years.” yeah. it seemed like an eternity.
“you wanna take home a guy who’s covered in tech to meet your cat?” it was amusing in its own way. he reached to his side and lifted a canteen, water sloshing within. “i’ve got a little, not much. enough to share if you don’t.”
so many systems that provided necessary resources were tampered with, destroyed, or contaminated. he’d built an irrigation system for the settlement that just chased him off. he could do it again if need be.
“sure. why not. lead the way.”
perhaps not one of kennedy’s brightest ideas; in some distant part of their mind, they catch themselves wondering if the technology that’s been made a part of him might have done away with his consciousness. not something they’ve witnessed before---but then again, they haven’t met someone with machinery as a part of them, either. wary, still, but far more intrigued beyond that, the concern is brushed aside in favor of welcoming him into their home.
❝ six years, ❞ it’s repeated thoughtfully, followed by a whistle. six years---walking around like that, in this day and age? can’t imagine that he’s gotten a warm welcome very often. can’t exactly say they blame the people that might’ve turned him away, considering.
❝ ---his name’s tux. looks kinda like you, ❞ they add, conversationally. maybe just a bit fondly. ❝ had to make him some legs. looked like he got trampled by one of the things on patrol around here. ❞ hands slip into pockets, and kennedy gestures with a jerk of their head in the direction of their dreadful little building. ❝ hope you’re not expecting anything fancy... i like my place. nice dark vibes, but---could use some cleaning up. ❞
the fact that it isn’t just a pile of rubble, at this point, is astounding. some cleaning up, kennedy hopes, accounts for fallen bricks and graffiti for decoration.
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