Flight

"This planet's sky enthralls me. Out of all the planets my fellow Stardroids and I have visited, this one, this planet called Earth, has a sky the most beautiful." "The different hues." "The clouds." "And what a magnificent view of the stars." He snapped into attention at the sight of you, the tranquil expression disappearing from his face entirely. He looked annoyed as he glared at you, in fact, to have been caught so off guard. ((RP Blog for SRN-005 Jupiter of the MegaMan series))

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"Well, it’s just…" Gyro rubs the back of his neck. “I dunno. You find this world so amazing, and then when I really take a look at the world around me…" He gazes at the forest below. “I can see it too." He finishes. 

"Ah, I might just be spouting nonsense, sorry." A bit of the lingering nervousness in Gyro resurfaces, as he closes his eyes, trying to calm himself, just letting the sounds of his propellers and Jupiter’s jets drown out all the negative thoughts. 

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"Is it that obvious," Jupiter folded his arms across his broad chest. "that I've become fond of this world?" The stardroid peeked over the cloud to look at the earth below them. It was beautiful. Everything about this world was beautiful.

"Even these puffy, white masses of water.. Clouds.. correct? I suppose it's normal to take for granted that which has always been yours to enjoy. You have known nothing else." He tilted his head up to look at the sky, the stars of which dotted this endless expanse of black. He contemplated what to say next. There was an issue he wanted to address.

"Would you like to know about the planet I come from?"

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Gyro followed the boy, up into the cumulus cloud, it being almost like a cotton ball. He marveled at it, he hadn’t been up this high in a while. Being cooped up in his garden was the most attractive thing nowadays. 

"Ah? You don’t have to be so formal, calling me by my Serial number. Just call me Gyro." He flashes a nervous smile before answering. “I dunno. I never really though about it before." He closes his eyes, trying to find a suitable response. “I guess I never appreciated this world up until I met you."

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That struck him as odd, that last thing of which Gyro spoke. The confusion reflected in Jupiter's eyes as he looked at him, taking a few moments to roll the words over and over in his mind as he tried to make sense of it. This propeller robot native to this world.. did not appreciate this world until he met Jupiter; invader from another planet and member of a team of planet conquerors. It just didn't make sense to him. Not one bit.

"..Pardon?" He asked as they hovered above the cloud. Idly he dipped his hand into it, and when he withdrew his hand it was wet with rain water. "I'm not quite sure what you mean. I'm not even from this world.." He spoke in a deep voice, calm and underlined with curiosity.

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Gyro noticed that Jupiter was deliberately slowed down. Usually, he would never do this…That’s a bit strange. Not like he cared.  The robot boy would slow down, realizing he didn’t need to push himself this time, until he was insync with Jupiter. It was a very calming atmosphere. 

The night sky was lined with stars, the moon casting it’s pale sheet of light over the pair of robots. It was almost serene, as he looked over to the stardroid, his blue eyes no longer filled with nervousness, now with calm. The only sounds were crickets, faint thought, as they were so high above the ground, his propellers, and Jupiter’s jets. Gyro stayed silent, just gazing at the other boy, with the feeling of balance encompassing his body. 

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The stardroid too felt that soul soothing calm. It was a wonderful feeling that soaring through clear skies brought him, though he wasn't used to sharing it with another. That in itself was a tad odd, having someone to enjoy this with, but Jupiter was happy nonetheless.

He watched Gyro before he tilted his jets to propel himself further upward, heading toward a cloud. He flew along the edge of the fluffy thing until he was hovering near the top of it. This world is.. beautiful. It was almost a shame he and the rest of the stardroids were here to take it over.

"DWN-036, was it..? What's it like being born to this world?" He was genuinely curious.

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KENTUCKY FRIED JUPITER MMMMMM BOCK BOCK BOCK

((I can't just let this rot in my inbox. My RingMan friend, everybody. I KNOW IT'S YOU.))

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Terra's SunStar Rant

(( for those who requested a rebloggable version))

"Sunstar…" 

Something of a saddened expression came over Terra, with him leaning against a tree. His optics held a melancholy look. They glanced your way, as he began to tell a story.

"Sunstar… His purpose was to be the strongest in the universe. His purpose… was to become the guardian of it all. The galaxies were his to control, some day. We were supposed to teach Sunstar, to raise him…"

The Stardroid closed his eyes, remembering the far, far past. His hands went to his sides, a low, soft sigh coming from him. Faintly, a smile seemed to tug at him.

"He did not know much, once he came into the world.. His curiosity, his ambition.. It was.. charming. We were told he was much older than we, but… he did not act it. It was… amusing.. how he would learn from we… His laughter… his smile…." 

Faintly, the childish doomsday Stardroid came into view, mentally. He could piece together the times he had to help him, the times he would astound them with his amazing power. A chuckle came from Terra, him looking back over to you.

"But.. I had the most significant impact. He learned from me, learned from what I would do.. I recall.. the moment I had gone corrupt. I wanted it all… wanted everything.. I had become greedy beyond belief.. And I brought it upon Sunstar.. He became… cruel.. We had to seal Sunstar away.. For fear he would destroy us all.. I went on without them, to conquer my own planet… the one I was on, was not enough… The pain… the shame, guilt, tyranny, wrath, grief… loss… I…"

The Stardroid shook, a cognitive shudder. His hands balled up into fists, squeezing until the point where they began to ache. Cracks began to form in his wrist guards from the inner pressure. He let the pain guide him through this moment of inner grief and guilt. Something of a pained grunt came from Terra, and he let it happen. 

He deserved it, or so he thought.

"I… r- regret it all…!" 

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((THANK YOU. Forever headcanon.))

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((Terra and I are collaborating. It is an interesting process, shaping the world, history, customs, and biology of a race of alien 'bots. Throw any headcanons at us, and if we like it, we may make it canon for our stardroids.

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"Yeah. I know." Gyro mumbles to himself, as he tries to calm himself. He was excited as well, he always wanted to fly along with Jupiter. And maybe hold his hand. Just to keep up. Y-Yeah, totally. He goes after Jupiter, doing a couple loops in the air. How long has it been since he just flew for fun? He’s always been moping in his garden. But, he wholeheartedly welcomed the feeling of freedom. 

Sure, he was nowhere near as fast as Jupiter, but he just did his own thing, loosely keeping around the Stardroid. He slowly comes to a stop, realizing that he’s blushing like mad, and he might overheat. So, he takes off his mask, and lets it fall to the earth below. He has tons of ‘em. So it doesn’t matter. He lets the cool air flow through his system, through his circuits. He then tries to take off after Jupiter, propellers going at full power. 

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Jupiter knew he was faster than Gyro, and so decided to slow down a little more. What point is there to flying with a companion if you leave them behind? He turned his body to face the Wily bot. In order not to sabotage his momentum, he turned off his jets in that second of which he turned, jets shooting their fire once again immediately afterwards. He was flying backwards.

He turned in time to watch as Gyro pulled off his mask and let it drop. A look of inquisition before Jupiter smiled, though his own lips were still concealed. And with Gyro propelling himself at full power now, Jupiter had to crank up the power of his jets, least he let Gyro zoom straight past him.

"It seems you've taken my advice. You no longer appear so tense. Good. I'd have to question you otherwise." For how could anyone stay in any sort of discomforting mood up here? A few clouds drifted lazily in the air above them as the to robots weren't that high up. "My world's skies were never so crisp."

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Gyro was both afraid and envious of the robot. Sure, he intended to destroy the world, but it’s not like Gyro cared. That was his purpose, too. Until Wily decided to give up on world domination. He was nervous. Terribly nervous. 

Only a few of Gyro’s brothers could fly. But they were usually on their own. Like himself. And anyway, Gyro loved the solitude of his hanging garden. Maybe he could invite Jupiter over…Nevermind. But maybe later. When tensions died down. 

"Ah?" Gyro was startled by the not-so-hostile words. He wanted Gyro to…fly with him? What about him being inferior to the stardroid. No matter, if he wanted someone to fly with, Gyro wouldn’t t object. “Ok then." He chokes out. “Lead the way."

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"You seem nervous. If you're afraid I may suddenly attack you, don't be. For now, let's call a truce. Relax.." Jupiter was getting a little excited now, though it was impossible to tell by the calm way of which he spoke. "I'm sure I don't need to tell you of all robots that the sky is for letting loose."

He leaned his body back as if about to fall over a ledge, and he let his jets die. There was a moment of thrilling free fall before his jets came to life again and he swooped back up in an arc. He looked back at Gyro momentarily before choosing a direction and shooting off, not at the fastest speed he was capable of, though still quickly. He wondered if the other could keep up.

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Send my character a nightmare and I will tell you if it breaks them.

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((oooo.. I like this one.))

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Gyro felt the awkward air set in. Suffocating him. Where did his fiery hate go? He tried to make a sly comment, but nothing came out. What the hell was wrong with you? He tried to focus on something else, the sound of Jupiter’s jets. It was faint, but a lot less wracking than the choppy sound of his propellers. 

"Uh…" What did he want? To be with him. But, at this point, saying that would be a death sentence. Gyro closes his eyes, trying to think. Sorting though all these files. Feelings are weird. “I just…wanted to settle things." He manages to spit out. Oh no. Was that the wrong thing to say? Stupid. Stupid stupid stupid. Gyro was internally beating himself up, as usual. 

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Wanted to settle things? Did Gyro realize he was talking to an invader from another world? Did he forget what the Stardroids intend to do here? Maybe he was malfunctioning? Jupiter moved closer, directly in front of the other robot now. He wordlessly examined his face in search of answers to his own questions, taking a few moments before he suddenly moved away, red hues still unreadable.

None of the other Stardroids could fly. He had always been alone up here. He had grown accustomed to it and realized a rare opportunity had just presented itself. Jupiter was drifting backwards still with a slight tilt of his jets, not taking his eyes off of Gyro for a moment.

"Fly with me."

His eyes grew a little kinder.

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"..." Freeze silently observed the Stardroid from her hiding place in the thick branches of a tree, clicking softly, making sure that she wouldn't be visible unless the tree was observed closely. This guy looked... Interesting.

The otherworldly robot heard a soft clicking noise. It was brief, though audible. He thought nothing of it. Nature was abundant with sounds of all sorts. Perhaps it was a bug? Or maybe the sound had been made by something a little bigger? Jupiter didn't know. He didn't know what many of Earth's creatures sounded like.

Discovering more about this planet was why he was here alone, wandering. Jupiter was the Stardroid of the bunch who took a great interest in the planet they planned on conquering. Right now he simply wanted to take a stroll, talons crunching in the dirt with each step.

Oh? That caterpillar was interesting. He allowed himself to smile behind the piece of his helmet that concealed his mouth, watching the little bug with interest as it crawled upon the tree that Freeze just so happened to be hiding in. As it slowly crawled up the tree bark, Jupiter's gaze followed, and so did his head as he tilted it upwards. If Freeze didn't move soon then Jupiter would notice her presence. Right now she was lucky he was too occupied with bugs.

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HELLO YES IT IS I THE RINGMAN YOU ARE UNDER ARREST FOR TRESPASSING GET THE FUCK OFF THIS PLANET BIRDBRAIN.

((I'LL BREAK ALL YER LAWS, RANG. I'LL FLY IN NO FLYING ZONES. 

AND THEN I'LL TAKE OVER THE PLANET I DON'T CARE HOW ILLEEEEEGAAAAAAL IT IS))

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POLLY WANT A CRACKER???

"You must have me mistaken for someone else. My name isn't Polly, nor do I want a cracker."

The joke flew by his head entirely, as he was not familiar with the jokes of the humans of this world.

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KAW KAW MOTHAFUCKA

He silently watched the loud, obnoxious bird. Jupiter could have sworn it cursed at him in one of the languages of these earth dwellers. What did it call him..? A mothafucka?

The stardroid activated his jets and shot towards the bird, swiftly grabbing it within the talons of a clawed foot. He held it tightly, felt it squirm as he hovered in the air with his catch, and gradually increased the pressure of his hold until the thing stopped squirming entirely and lay limp.

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WHAT MAKES YOU FEEL BETTER WHEN YOU ARE IN A BAD MOOD?

Jupiter frowned behind his mask. What a small, annoying little parasite of a robot this one was. Why had it asked him such a question at random, and why had it felt the need to scream it at him? Jupiter did not appreciate it.

"Getting rid of annoyances in my way. Annoyances like you." He stated simply, lifting a robotic foot and bringing it down hard on the tumblr 'bot, crushing it beneath its talons with an audible crunch.

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Gyro had that trademark dorky smile adorned. But Jupiter could not see it, for Gyro’s mask blocked his mouth. Thankfully. Gyro was more happy to see him than anything, but quickly broke into a serious tone. 

"Um, Hello again, Jupiter." He tries to look as serious as his expressive blue eyes will allow it. “Y-You are really uh…graceful when you’re flying." Ok, that sounded weird. And made things even more awkward. Gyro, you’re horrible at social situations. Especially towards someone you have strong feelings for. Gyro wanted to avoid a fight, as Jupiter’s Electric Shock hurt. A lot. 

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Oh? That was a compliment he never expected from Gyro. And the stuttering of his voice.. odd. What exactly was this propeller bot thinking? They were enemies. They hated each other, right? Taking their past relationship into account, it confused the stardroid to be complimented as such.

He tilted his head slightly in a display of this confusion, red eyes carefully watching, staring directly into blue. Whereas Gyro's were expressive, Jupiter's were unreadable. He unclenched his fist. Though utterly confused, one thing was clear and that was the fact the DWN didn't appear to be hostile; nervous if anything.

"What is it that you want?" He asked impatiently. His lips too were hidden behind his own mask. If they had not been, a slight frown would be visible. He hovered just a little closer as the wind continued to blow. How high up were they as they hovered alone in the sky? He briefly considered smashing those spinning propellers to watch him fall.

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Gyro was in his hanging garden, as usual. The morning glories, not yet bloomed, yearning for their chance to show their beauty. Sort of like Gyro. His hands cupped his chin, and he slumped further and further. When would he see that boy again? Infatuation took over the robot master. 

He lightly touched the tulips in the pot next to him, they shone a bright yellow. He sighed. Love…it’s a stupid feeling right? The propeller adorned robot slumps down to the point of resting his arms, and chin on the safety rail, surrounding the sides of the garden. You’re just a lonely robot , right? No redeeming qualities…You were an actual failure, as well.

He notices something in the distance, it swirling about, making graceful moves in the air… “Wh-What’s that?" Gyro mumbles to himself. Should he investigate? He’s bored, so why not? Gyro makes sure he has his Gyro Attack loaded up, in-case it’s hostile. He stands up, and puts on landing gear like leg on the bar, then the other, and freefalls, as his propellers start. The air was so cool, as his propeller started, and pulled him out of freefall.

Gyro advances. The figure slowly coming into view. Was it…another robot? Yeah, it seemed like it. As he got closer, it seemed it didn’t notice.  What a relief. It doesn’t hear me. Then, realization hit him. “Jupiter?" He whispers, his mixed feelings about the boy hit him like a hit from Gravity Hold. What should I… He freezes, unsure of what to do. Maybe just…wait until he turns around?

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Hovering in the air, eyes closed and back turned to the other robot, plus the sound of the wind rushing by from so high up, it's no surprise the stardroid hadn't noticed the other's presence at first. He was in a euphoric state, completely content.

He became aware of a faint sound of propellers spinning. He opened his eyes and turned his head to glance behind him. His serene mood shattered like fragile glass. What was he doing here.

",,." And why was the DWN simply staring? Jupiter clenched his hands into a fist. If Gyro attacked him, he'd be more than ready to put him in his place.