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Rebooted Recleared

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It had been quite a long time now, since Umbran had finally be caught and dragged in, by force. She was tired. Between working out in the world, the coding, repirs, the robot Masters, and more... Shaska was pulling all nighters. The Demon Car had worked beautifully in keeping up this time with those new vehicular upgrades. But the condition of which he had been found in was... Horrid. His body was wracked from the inside, being eaten away. The electronic brain had been taking severe damage and the internals within him were all sorts of rotted out. It took a great many hours of physical repairwork alone to fix all of that, and replace parts entirely that were too infected to save, or too torn up to salvage.

Then was the harder part, the coding, the cure, to try and fix the poor bastard. He had been infected yes, but never full gave into it. He was not beyond saving. Hell, Umbran was in far BETTER condition than Vile had been! He was a wreck of coding and torn up parts, and terrible condition. Sigma had ruined him, Shaska was lucky she had help with that War machine. Umbran was entirely her own two hands here.

For a while, that mechaniloid cat had been protective, never leaving their masters side. Had come in with him, doing everything the poor thing could to protect him... It had forced Shaska to do her work for the first few days in full armor. But now at least, the little guy had recognized she was just helping, and she was able to do things more actively in her work clothes.

Now however, was the moment of truth. Umbran was strapped down tight too the lab table, his dreadlocks all tied together at the side, in this dark and quarentined room on the far side of the underground labs. The Reploid plugged into a seperate computer, uploading the hard worked antivirus, for the two different strands of infection. But for everything to truly take hold... she would have to activate him, reboot the guy. And it might not feel pleasant at all...

“Okay, little one. I wouldn’t sit on top of him if I were you, this could get loud..” With that warning, Shaska slowly rebooted the power for the Reploid, and then immediately moved back to give some clear space.

#diggydiggybot #MMX;; Umbran #MMX ;; Shaska Future #Thread;; Rebooted Recleared

Over time, Zero had managed to find a few chances to slip away from HQ and experience things aside from work, seeing what he could find that was relaxing. To the extent possible, he tried to keep Umbran up to date, as his trusted confidant had been a good and discrete source of information and guidance.

But between how infrequent those free times were, sometimes there was only a chance to shoot quick messages off with no details. A couple rounds of phone tag with minimal information hadn’t quite managed to get the job done.

He’d try to arrange a more effective meetup. He keyed out a text message to Umbran.

“Up for a little rooftop recon?”

#diggydiggybot #X3 to X4

❤❤❤ (From Basalt to Axl)

“Aww, thanks Bassy! You know i’ve got your back pal, no matter what.”

#answered ask #the brave defender (axl)#armored digger (basalt)#diggydiggybot

The note read as follows; 'Hey Illex, figured it'd been some time since I last contacted you. I'm in town for... business, so to speak. So, thought I'd send this and ask if you'd like to hang out later? If you're not busy. -Dread' Panzer was watching X expectantly, tail swaying behind him.

Something inside of him fluttered as X read the letter. His heart maybe? Oh that silly Maverick, he was always ready and willing to hang out. X looked down at Panzer once more and gave the small robot cat another small pat on the head,

“That owner of yours. Couldn’t wait another day for me to come out of recovery.” he chuckled and stood back up. “Come on, I have a letter to write.” he told the small little feline and rushed off towards his own quarters.

Once inside he wrote his reply to ‘Dread’ and decorated Panzer and the letter as he’d done before. A cute light blue ribbon around the neck this time and a cherry scented letter for Panzer’s waiting maw.

“Safe travels little cutie.” X whispered, giving Panzer a tiny kiss on the forehead before sending the little critter on his way.

#forhunterx(ask)#beforetherip(au)#diggydiggybot

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The fish had to do with walking around like this for the time being, and that really fucking upset them. Jabberwocky never went in public like this. Ever. Not even a little bit, but what could they do, they didn’t have their body and they sure as hell weren’t heading back to the lab in this state.

They had opted instead for fiercely covering their shoulders as best they could, muddling them with the translucent silicone sheets that usually dragged behind them. As much as they’d love to just cover them with their hands, walking like that was very conspicuous.

Mumbling to themselves they were, totally distracted when they came face to face with someone slightly familiar-- even if he was wearing his armor, his dreads were quite. . . distinct.

[ 🍵 ] : “Holy shit--”

They quickly covered their mouth-- they didn’t meet in this body.

[ 🍵 ] : “Sorry bud, you just looked real familiar. My bad!”

#(Letter Received) IC #diggydiggybot #(Beware of Malware) Jabberwocky

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~Continued from {x}

Basalt had been snuffling about in a dried-up riverbed, his earth/gemstone detection ability scanning the area around him for anything interesting.

He hadn’t felt a need to have his seismic detection ability on though, so when a voice spoke up, Basalt let out a startled squawk with a heavily-damaged voice box. This caused the squawk to come out distorted with heavy static.

Spinning around, the injured eight-legged reploid stared at the newcomer like a frightened animal. Body stood side-ways on to them, with the clam-shell bucket on the end of his tail opening and closing in short, rapid bursts as a fearful warning to keep their distance.

He’d only reactivated and dug himself out of the cave-in a few weeks ago.

Hm, broken. How sad.

Would it be better, to put this poor machine out of its misery? As a reploid, humanoid or no, what was the point of feeling pain? Ah, but to keep the bot alive, perhaps there was a purpose to it that he could learn, perhaps he could use it to his advantage.

“I’m not going to hurt you.” Yet.

#file.{Vamploid_Maverick.Ω} [MZ]#diggydiggybot #(('s fine! Do whatever you want OvO #q.{Holding.file} [Queue]

Feeling a little reassured, Basalt gently leaned his head against X's chest and started softly purring again. "More than his best. Axl is wonderful friend. Like X." He said in a happier tone.