“No one to assassinate but I do need you to keep an eye out for someone.”
The Reploid held back a complaint. “Who do I gotta look out for, sir? I see ‘em near the base and I’ll peg one between the eyes!” He made his hands into “guns” and pretended to shoot. “Pow! Pow! Pow! Hahaha!”
“Not to shoot her… To guard her. She’s injured and scarred. I don’t know why but it seems like some people want her dead so I need you to keep an eye out for her.”
“They do, do they?” Axl asked, brushing various crumbs off of his armor and straightening his helm. He wiped a stain off of his shoulder pad. “I didn’t even notice, sir!”
“I thought I got them all but then I found a video of something I don’t want to bring up and I’m now looking for them again.”
“Is there anything I could to to help, sir?” he piqued. Idly, he slouched back over, not used to a straightened posture. “Do I have to assassinate someone?! That would be nice, sir!”
“No one to assassinate but I do need you to keep an eye out for someone.”
“Just making sure there are no hidden cameras in the base anymore.” A soft thump is heard then the sound of someone yelling “Fuck!” Sigma sighs and shakes his head.
Axl knew he was going to have to cut his usual, lazy, relaxed attitude in order to at least look presentable. Combing his ponytail back, he piped up. “W-What hidden cameras?” He was still on edge, not expecting his commander to show up.
“Someone put cameras up and they take some very embarrassing pictures of people in the base.”
“They do, do they?” Axl asked, brushing various crumbs off of his armor and straightening his helm. He wiped a stain off of his shoulder pad. “I didn’t even notice, sir!”
“I thought I got them all but then I found a video of something I don’t want to bring up and I’m now looking for them again.
“Someone… Please get me some brain-bleach… I need to get this picture out of my head…”
“What… The… Fuck!!”
“A- Ah! C- Commander Sigma, sir!” Axl stood up, erasing previous signs of slouching. “W- What brings you to Sector Axl, s- sir?” This was not what he hand in mind.
“Just making sure there are no hidden cameras in the base anymore.” A soft thump is heard then the sound of someone yelling “Fuck!” Sigma sighs and shakes his head.
Axl knew he was going to have to cut his usual, lazy, relaxed attitude in order to at least look presentable. Combing his ponytail back, he piped up. “W-What hidden cameras?” He was still on edge, not expecting his commander to show up.
“Someone put cameras up and they take some very embarrassing pictures of people in the base.”
“… God, I’m bored… Anyone wanna hang?”
“Don’t you have paperwork to do?”
“A- Ah! C- Commander Sigma, sir!” Axl stood up, erasing previous signs of slouching. “W- What brings you to Sector Axl, s- sir?” This was not what he hand in mind.
“Just making sure there are no hidden cameras in the base anymore.” A soft thump is heard then the sound of someone yelling “Fuck!” Sigma sighs and shakes his head.
“You don’t know how many times I’ve been attacked because of that Maverick me.”
“The Maverick version of you has caused…a lot of trouble.” He said, voice tinged with regret, “It’s sometimes difficult to remember that he used to be an honorable Commander, like yourself.”
He straightened a bit, offering the taller bot a salute.
“It’s good to see you again, Commander Sigma.”“What has happened in your timeline, X?”
“A…A lot. You were involved up through the Eighth War, but you weren’t involved with the Supra Force Metal.”
“Ah yes, the SFM. I heard that Cinnamon and Palette had a little argument about Axl.”
X seemed tense, looking Sigma over slowly. “…It…It seems so.” His shoulders relax a bit.
“You don’t know how many times I’ve been attacked because of that Maverick me.”
“The Maverick version of you has caused…a lot of trouble.” He said, voice tinged with regret, “It’s sometimes difficult to remember that he used to be an honorable Commander, like yourself.”
He straightened a bit, offering the taller bot a salute.
“It’s good to see you again, Commander Sigma.”
“What has happened in your timeline, X?”
