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you just let handler do whatever he wanted? do you know why he wanted to add the fins?
"I did not have a say in the matter. I was shut down. The fins improved my hearing. Improving the design, is what he said. Bug fixes. Little radar dishes."
>He makes semi-exaggerated jazz hands on either side of his face.
Lockjaw Hot
>He stares at you, silently, as if processing what you said. His shoulders drop slightly, a soft puff of…steam? smoke? flows from the mask as he sighs. He doesn’t seem upset, just confused at best.
“…okay?”
What’s going to happen to Obsidian?
"I'm not sure. He looked upset when we parted ways. He knows how to contact me, should he find himself on Alternia and in need of assistance. As for now, I believe he was to return to Deepbite."
How have things been going with Lockjaw?
"Fine."
>He switches from the voice box, to signing. Seems he wanted to say more than he was able.
"Needless to say, the hit on the Imperial Deepbite did not, in fact, get finished. My cover was blown. I couldn't bring myself to hurt Obsidian.
Rumble, however, gave him a right fight for his life. If I hadn't been so frazzled, it would've been hilarious. Watching a seasoned Fleet special operatives second hand man get his ass handed to him by a pissed off teen? He was holding back, I could tell he didn't want to hurt her. And Rumble, well...she was just mad.
Obsidian asked a lot of questions after she settled down. He's aged. A lot. He had more life when I saw him last...he's...dead inside. I'd say who isn't, but look at Rumble. She had to translate a lot for me, and learned some things I didn't want her to learn. In the end, Obsidian was...horrified, is the best word.
It didn't take me long to figure out why. Rumble isn't exactly the spitting image of the Imperial Deepbite. She is, however, very similar to Obsidian.
Rumble and I are returning to Alternia. We are about to board the ship returning. I've been out of orbit so any messages Handler has sent were missed. Hopefully they haven't needed me much in my absence."
What did they do?
Prior to the Fleet? Exist. None of them could recall their past like I could, so we all had no clue how they ended up there. Your guess is as good as mine.
During the Fleet? Exist as well. Sing. Dance. Ate crappy food. Helped each other. Slept. Worked. So on, so forth.
WD had wings prior to the Fleet- that much we knew. Their wings were replaced with robotic prosthetics. It took a long time to perfect the design. He was also a sharpshooter- I'm sure they did something to enhance all of that.
Jam was a walking EMP. Their scream could shatter windows, break eardrums, and down an entire armada. She seemed to have an infinite knowledge of technology. On a smaller scale, he could jam radios and communication devices.
BB was a sweetheart. I recall him having entered the program with the ability to exhale toxic fumes. After modifications, BB could consume certain triggers and exhale more than just fumes. Bacteria, fungal spores, airborne viruses, chemical toxins.
Ria, on the otherhand...I have no idea how they did it. Her blood became radioactive. But as long as it stayed inside her, it was fine. She was a bloodbender, too. Made for a scary mix.
But I was a mortuary assistant prior to the Fleet, by no means a physicist or chemist. So take what I've given you with a grain of salt.
Can you tell us anything about any of the others?
Sure. I could tell you anything you'd want to know about them.
My teammates were very important to me. You tend to get close to those trapped in the same situation as you. Even if we often went on separate missions.
Their names were Wingdaze, Radiojam, Hysteria, and Biologic. They all had nicknames. WD-40. Jam. Ria. BB. And LJ. Nicknames made us feel like trolls again.
Are you the only one who avoided decommission?
I heard a rumor that there were three bodies that never made it to the decommission point. There were five of us in total. I hope all five got out.
Yoo lockjaw, do you know anything about the handler besides their voice? :3
Again, no. Not really. I know they’re the reason I wasn’t properly decommissioned. In a way, I loathe my lack of freedom. At the same time, they gave me a second chance at life. So I can’t truly hate them.
