*Tango isn't paying attention to anything but being scritched. She's reverted to the strange, totally limp, purring state that, while normal for cats, seems almost surreal from a robotic cat in green armor*
*Quint nods slightly* I think it would be easier if we didn't have the choke chips, but even then it's not easy. Some of the others can bend the Laws sometimes, and Forte's almost broken all of them, I think. He doesn't seem to have Second or Third, and he's probably lucky Wily hasn't wiped him yet to reinstall them.
I only know of two in my universe that ever broke all the coding stuff on their own, without anyone else changing their programming to remove the sections of code related to the Laws. Blues, of course. And Ballade.
*Quick sighs, frowning at the reminder.* Honestly, I think that the Wily of my universe relied on the hardware to keep us in line more than the programming. I mean, once the hardware was dealt with, for a while I still had the urge to obey that programming, but between the lack of anything backing that up and what Wily did... *He trails off a little* It was the same with Crash. I'm not sure what happened with Air. *Quick looks a bit uneasy.* I just hope these two can break through what remains quickly.
*Air quickly returns to the chair he had been standing on before so that he can see what the scan says, and compare it to the repair information in his memory. He rather quickly gets to work on picking out what Wind added that needs removed. Seeing as dealing with that is just as important as dealing with the real damage.* Not too bad. I can tell it's Wind's work though. Not one of his usual designs, but definitely his style.
*There's the sound of an explosion, somewhere outside the cave and distant enough to not be an immediate concern. A moment later Ballade returns, minus the explosive*
Ok, no more bomb.
*He looks around for where he left his explosives book*
*The sound of the distant explosion makes Waspinator shift in his sleep... and results in him rolling off the pile of towels he was napping on, to land on his back in the floor, in wasp mode*
*He looks puzzled at what he sees when he wakes* Waspinator sees little xenos on ceiling...
*There's a slightly exasperated/amused tone to Terrorsaur's voice which shows that explaining blatantly obvious things to Waspinator is nothing new to him.*
*Quick shakes his head.* Probably more effective that way. As for them knowing they can't go back... That's the tough part. Flash will realize that he shouldn't go back, since he was supposed to be disassembled rather painfully. The programming will be telling him to go back anyways. I'm not really sure how Metal might react, other than the fact that he's going to take it badly when he does find out he can't go back. On top of the programming telling him to go back... This is going to be difficult.
*Crash looks a little surprised at the noise of the explosion and pauses a few seconds from petting Tango before deciding it's probably nothing important. On hearing the comment about them being on the ceiling, he smirks, resisting the urge to snicker.*
*Air continues going through finding all of Wind's additions to Flash's systems. Wiring, chips, and a bunch of little alterations. He also makes sure to tell it to leave the damage he just added to the fail-safes alone.*
*Quint frowns slightly, looking worried* Is there some way to make sure they won't teleport away until things are explained? And maybe we should be ready in case either of them need restrained.
*He doesn't say that he's more concerned about that being nessasary for Metal than for Flash, remembering what Air told him about Shadow - that there might not be anything sane left.*
We can't let them go back. It's not safe for them. And not safe for us either.
*He realises something, and almost smiles* Flash probably can't teleport back to the Castle. If it's been years, it wouldn't be in the same place he'd remember it, right? So that's one less thing to worry about.
*Quick pauses and thinks about something a few seconds before making a fast suggestion to Air.* Hey, Air, disable his teleporter in some way if you can. Otherwise he might not give us a chance to explain things.
*Air pauses in his work looking a little worried.* It wouldn't be hard I don't think... I could have part of the connection removed so he can't access it I think. Wouldn't be much harder than having it remove Wind's work. *He gets back to trying to pick things out to be removed, looking for the proper connection to sever.*
*Quick sighs, looking a bit nervous now.* Good. Even if Wily's not using that place anymore, someone is probably watching the remains... Flash shouldn't need restrained, and if he does, it won't be too bad. He's not exactly the strongest of us. Metal could be a lot harder...
We were never allowed to go back to the old places. The humans usually bombed them after each time, and had them under guard in case any of us came back. It would be really bad to be found that way, especially if he's already all confused.
*Quint manages a hopeful smile at Quick* It'll be ok. We won't let then go back there and be hurt. I think there are eniugh of us to stop them if we have to. *the smile becomes a little broader and he adds* If nothing else, Steadfast could pick them up.
*Quick sounds a bit uneasy.* Flash is probably going to be scared on top of confused. As far as he knows, the only reason he'd be reactivated would be if something went wrong, and Wily got to him before we finished... *He shivers slightly.*
*Air pauses a few seconds before deciding to not reconnect something else.* Quick, I'm going to do the same for the weapon systems. They were already disconnected actually. Wind had everything hooked up for running entirely off of external commands. Weapons were hooked into that instead of the normal setup. I don't think it's safe for him to have access until we know he won't freeze everything in sight.
*Quick nods.* Good plan. *He's frowning a little more.* Now let's just hope Flash doesn't panic worse due to that. I know we could deal with both of them with the number of us here.
*Quint nods, understanding* I wasn't supposed to ever be reactivated either. When I woke up, I thought that it meant that... that he was going to do to me what happens in your world, instead of leaving me deactivated while he did that.
And I woke up after being fixed by some sane alternate of him, which... it didn't help at first. At least this isn't anything like one of Wily's labs. And he isn't here.
It was really confusing. It turned out it had been years since I was shut down, and that he did end up stripping me for parts, and then threw what was left away... and somehow I wound up in the Nexus instead of recycled.
*He looks embarrased* It took me a long time to get over being scared that it was a trap or that I'd be caught, or that I'd lock up.
I think Flash will do ok. I never met my world's version of him because he was in the Gallery, but I think he'll be better at getting over being scared like that than I was. Besides.. he still has you and some of the others. I was all alone.
*Ballade doesn't seem to be paying the least bit of attention - until he looks up at what Air said* You mean he was all wired up kind of like a puppet except with those chip things instead of with strings?
*Quick winces at the thought of Quint getting disassembled like that.* You were lucky that you weren't activated when he did strip you for parts... It's bad enough just being there for it. At least Flash will have family to help him get through this mess... He'll be jumpy due to what he was being disassembled for though. *Quick actually looks a bit angry at that thought but doesn't actually elaborate on this comment.* I'm worried about Metal though. *Quick adds worriedly* Depending on what Wind did, I wonder if it might kinder to just not reactivate Metal...
*Air finishes marking things to be fixed and removed and double checks the list carefully before confirming that it should start the repairs. He looks over to Ballade after doing this.* Yes, that's exactly what I mean. There wasn't anything left to use for a basis for the normal chips, so Wind decided to get creative.
*Crash looks up from petting Tango on hearing the comment.* It was being controlled by someone? Man, whoever was doing it has really cruddy aim. I was thinking it was just a really stupid chip.
I don't like the idea of not fixing someone if they can be fixed. The group I was sent out with the last time was left like that, if Dr. Wily didn't disassemble them.
But if Metal's been hurt a lot, he might not understand it's safe now.
Kind of like some of Nana's sisters were. There's one they kept in a box, and she still doesn't talk to anyone or try to move.
But, she still might get better someday. And even if Metal's been hurt a lot, he might get better too. If he has the chance.
I-I don't think we should give up. Not without at least knowing how bad it really is or if... if he'd want us to.
*Quick stays quiet, hesitating to respond at first. He doesn't want to admit it, but he's actually scared to find out what happened.* I know we have to try at least... I know Wind has done some horrible things before, and I'm not sure I want to know how much damage he managed to do this time.
*Air sighs as he goes back to watching the progress of the CR.* Part of me thinks it would be justice to see him get the same treatment as he's given others. The rest of me says it's not worth sinking to his level to do it.
*Crash just goes back to petting the cat, not really wanting to think about this whole mess.*
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Um. I'd better do something with this. *he runs out of the cave*
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I only know of two in my universe that ever broke all the coding stuff on their own, without anyone else changing their programming to remove the sections of code related to the Laws. Blues, of course. And Ballade.
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*Air quickly returns to the chair he had been standing on before so that he can see what the scan says, and compare it to the repair information in his memory. He rather quickly gets to work on picking out what Wind added that needs removed. Seeing as dealing with that is just as important as dealing with the real damage.* Not too bad. I can tell it's Wind's work though. Not one of his usual designs, but definitely his style.
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Ok, no more bomb.
*He looks around for where he left his explosives book*
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I hope so too. They.. they'll know they can't go back, at least, right?
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*He looks puzzled at what he sees when he wakes* Waspinator sees little xenos on ceiling...
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Waspy? You're upside down.
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*Crash looks a little surprised at the noise of the explosion and pauses a few seconds from petting Tango before deciding it's probably nothing important. On hearing the comment about them being on the ceiling, he smirks, resisting the urge to snicker.*
*Air continues going through finding all of Wind's additions to Flash's systems. Wiring, chips, and a bunch of little alterations. He also makes sure to tell it to leave the damage he just added to the fail-safes alone.*
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Waspinator knew this...
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*He doesn't say that he's more concerned about that being nessasary for Metal than for Flash, remembering what Air told him about Shadow - that there might not be anything sane left.*
We can't let them go back. It's not safe for them. And not safe for us either.
*He realises something, and almost smiles* Flash probably can't teleport back to the Castle. If it's been years, it wouldn't be in the same place he'd remember it, right? So that's one less thing to worry about.
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*Air pauses in his work looking a little worried.* It wouldn't be hard I don't think... I could have part of the connection removed so he can't access it I think. Wouldn't be much harder than having it remove Wind's work. *He gets back to trying to pick things out to be removed, looking for the proper connection to sever.*
*Quick sighs, looking a bit nervous now.* Good. Even if Wily's not using that place anymore, someone is probably watching the remains... Flash shouldn't need restrained, and if he does, it won't be too bad. He's not exactly the strongest of us. Metal could be a lot harder...
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*Quint manages a hopeful smile at Quick* It'll be ok. We won't let then go back there and be hurt. I think there are eniugh of us to stop them if we have to. *the smile becomes a little broader and he adds* If nothing else, Steadfast could pick them up.
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*His train of thought doesn't seem quite on the same track as everyone else's*
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*Air pauses a few seconds before deciding to not reconnect something else.* Quick, I'm going to do the same for the weapon systems. They were already disconnected actually. Wind had everything hooked up for running entirely off of external commands. Weapons were hooked into that instead of the normal setup. I don't think it's safe for him to have access until we know he won't freeze everything in sight.
*Quick nods.* Good plan. *He's frowning a little more.* Now let's just hope Flash doesn't panic worse due to that. I know we could deal with both of them with the number of us here.
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And I woke up after being fixed by some sane alternate of him, which... it didn't help at first. At least this isn't anything like one of Wily's labs. And he isn't here.
It was really confusing. It turned out it had been years since I was shut down, and that he did end up stripping me for parts, and then threw what was left away... and somehow I wound up in the Nexus instead of recycled.
*He looks embarrased* It took me a long time to get over being scared that it was a trap or that I'd be caught, or that I'd lock up.
I think Flash will do ok. I never met my world's version of him because he was in the Gallery, but I think he'll be better at getting over being scared like that than I was. Besides.. he still has you and some of the others. I was all alone.
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Ick. *Ballade shivers*
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*Air finishes marking things to be fixed and removed and double checks the list carefully before confirming that it should start the repairs. He looks over to Ballade after doing this.* Yes, that's exactly what I mean. There wasn't anything left to use for a basis for the normal chips, so Wind decided to get creative.
*Crash looks up from petting Tango on hearing the comment.* It was being controlled by someone? Man, whoever was doing it has really cruddy aim. I was thinking it was just a really stupid chip.
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I don't like the idea of not fixing someone if they can be fixed. The group I was sent out with the last time was left like that, if Dr. Wily didn't disassemble them.
But if Metal's been hurt a lot, he might not understand it's safe now.
Kind of like some of Nana's sisters were. There's one they kept in a box, and she still doesn't talk to anyone or try to move.
But, she still might get better someday. And even if Metal's been hurt a lot, he might get better too. If he has the chance.
I-I don't think we should give up. Not without at least knowing how bad it really is or if... if he'd want us to.
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*Ballade starts to go back to his book, before adding, almost absently* Someone oughtta give Wind one of his own chips and see how he likes it.
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*Air sighs as he goes back to watching the progress of the CR.* Part of me thinks it would be justice to see him get the same treatment as he's given others. The rest of me says it's not worth sinking to his level to do it.
*Crash just goes back to petting the cat, not really wanting to think about this whole mess.*
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