Through Building Weapons

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those robots tho light

  “Yes, they are impressive, aren’t they? Who let you in again?”

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{🎀};— Once Amy was pulled own to the robot’s lap, she shivered again but then started to calmed down. The pinkette then reached up to hold Crash’s arms.

And wrapped her arms around it.

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  Of course, he didn’t object to his arm being held. Crash only smiled a little as it happened, and moved his free arm to rub her back with the non-lethal part of his drill. He’d never seen her like this... it was scary, and it made him want to hurt whoever’d hurt her.

The thought made the smile melt off of his face.

“You’re safe here, Amy. Don’t you worry.”

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{🎀};— She trembled again at another booming voice, this time belonging to one of her robot sons. As nice as the gesture was, the loudness made cringe a bit at this state.

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  He was quick to pick up on her mood. Crashie lowered himself onto the ground, and pulled Amy’s head into his lap as carefully as he possibly could. Soon, he’d have to go to Light for an upgrade. “Don’t worry ‘bout ‘em. They’re dead meat.”

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  “Hey.”

“I think the last thing you wanna do right now is PISS ME OFF!”

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{🎀};— “Crashy!” Here came the pink floof as fast as she could when she heard him. She didn’t even care about the present, even though she fully appreciates it, she was more happy that he came for her.

Amy wrapped her arms around the robot and nuzzled him. “Thank you so much, sweetheart~!”

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   The brief giggle that followed was almost childish-sounding. Crash Man wrapped his arms around Amy to return the hug (he’d gotten very good at watching where his drill hands went). “Well, ‘f course! Anything for you, and it’s your day!”

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   “Hey, I heard it’s a special someone’s birthday!!”

   Enter Robo-Crashy, a fully wrapped present actually impaled by one of his drills (it was way easier than trying to balance the thing). It was a good day! A great day, even! “Happy birthday, Amy!”

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{🎀};— “I do have other friends but that doesn’t mean your any less wonderful! I love every single one of ya’ equally!”

“Also, no Crashy! Forte isn’t a bad guy, he just looked out for me because I probably shouldn’t be stayin’ up this late and uh yeah. But please don’t be tryin’ to blow him up. He’s like your uncle in a way and he lives in a trash can, so please take some pity on the poor fella’.”

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   “Sounds like Proto Man. He’s a good guy, too, so I guess they’re sorta the same. Tell him I said hi, if you get to see him and he doesn’t hurt ya. If he does, I’m blowin’ him up.”

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{🎀};— “Hey, hey now. It’s okay Crashy. They’re just a bunch of losers that have nothin’ better to do, so its best to give them the desired react that they want.”

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   “If ya say so. Just don’t let ‘em get to you. Just like you said, they’re jerks. I think, at least. I’m guessin’ you’ve got friends other than me, and I’m willin’ to bet they’re pretty cool too.”

   “Also, I’ll blow the hell out of this Forte guy if he gives you any trouble.”

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   “You pricks had better not be picking on Amy.”

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The SWN’s eyes grew wide, realizing what was happening.  Before he could even attempt to move, the clock hands hit him.  Each one was like a blast to the heart, his feelings also stricken by them.

Bass would hit the ground with a thunk and wouldn’t get up right away.  He had to hide the hurting that was growing inside before he got up.

A purple beam of light would come down to reveal a robotic, purple wolf.  This was none other than Bass’ loyal companion, Treble.  He didn’t snarl, only trotted over to his companion to see if he needed to take him home.

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   Once Bass hit the floor, Flash Man got the hell away, rolling to his feet and taking aim alongside his companion. The two exchanged confused looks. The Black Bomber wasn’t acting like his usual self; ordinarily, through their experience, their actions would have been a death sentence. Instead, when Treble arrived, he seemed more mellow than they’d ever seen him.

   “Bass, just get the hell out of here, before the authorities make us shoot you.” Flash was bound by Asimov’s laws, as was Time Man. If the police arrived and ordered the pair to open fire, they would be forced to by coding. “Take Treble with you. I’ll visit after hours, brother, so long as nobody gets hurt tonight.”

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Hopeful nodded, closing her eyes and pointing her head more or less towards the ceiling. “Time travel- that makes sense. Though given the energies and frequencies of these waves, you’re closer to what I do, more-or-less, but with a bit more time, I’m sure you could do it. Time travel is really hard to accomplish, after all, probably the most fragile energy combinations known to, well, anyone.”

Honestly, all this gave the telekinetic a head ache, and she soon found herself rubbing her eye and at the scar where an eye should have been. “If ya say others have done it, then it’s possible. But–”

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   “We know it’s possible. We’ve seen it in action before.” Xander Payne was living proof of that; even if nobody had seen him for years by now. “It’s just a matter of pinpointing how. We’ve been at this for years, and we know people have messed with it in the past. We just want a sure-fire way to replicate it.”

   However, Flash’s mind was already wandering. “Changin’ the subject a bit... what do you mean by being close to what you do, exactly? It sounds important.”

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Oh, so you don't recall. That's understandable, Dr. Light. Taloura was the robot that rescued Cut Man a while back. I hear she is phobic of most roboticists.

   “How… unfortunate. She has my condolences.”

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Dr, Light, you've met the reploid named Taloura, right? What's your current impression of her?

   “I can’t say that I’ve ever met this person…”

   “…Or that I know what a Reploid is.”

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Crash. Amy's birthday is on the 23rd of this month. Maybe you should do something for her?

   “Crap, really? I’ll start lookin’ at gifts and stuff as soon as I can!”

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(⚙);;– This would be one of the fewer times the reformed SWN known as Bass ended up heavily damaged to the point where his systems had shut down for the time being. He was in need of help.

How this happened? Even Bass himself wouldn’t know. Usually, he was strong enough to face any enemies, but he was overpowered quickly this time around.

If Treble’s teleportation device was still working, he would have teleported himself and Bass back to Light Labs, but instead, he had to send signals that would lead to their exact location, along with signals of distress.

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   Lucky for Bass, the signals were received almost immediately. It was rare, if unprecedented, for this to happen; they would have to take action, and fast. Doctor Light called for Rock to go to his brother’s rescue, and that was just what he did, teleporting off to Bass’ coordinates as fast as he possibly could.

   Mega Man and Rush were on the scene, the former touching down in full armor, arm canon equipped. Carefully, he took a step forward, then another. “Bass? Are you there?” The worry in his voice was evident immediately. “We got your call... are you hurt?”

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hopeful-hugz replied to your post:   “I never married any of these robots.”

(Really late but-) Hope: “If you’re talking about me calling Triage ‘Mom’ it’s more of a parental figure thing.”

   “I see! Well, I do hope she’s kind to you.”

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“Lost Dad to this…? No- no Rock never told me that stuff, then again, that does end up becoming a theme with me, I don’t know a lot of things. Especially when it comes to this stuff, Cam normally is the Science and Math person, since she works with radioactive chemistry on occasion.” Although the news did surprise her some, Hope seemed to perk up at some of the familiar energies in the area, some similar to when she travelled. It only made her that much more curious.

“I-I do recognise some of the differing energy waves though. What exactly are you guys trying to do…?”

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   “Time travel!” Flash Man gestured to the unit that the scientists were working on in front of them. “Er, time manipulation, at least. We’ve done both, but the former’s been... hard to pinpoint. We know that Xander Payne prick somehow jumped around in time, and we’ve got a feeling Light saw some visions, at least, but we don’t know how or why. That’s essentially our goal here.”