The Waking Call

Snowfall Island, not home to many. It was a once grand resort spot, taken over by an incredibly strong ice mage long ago. The harsh cold has caused many to stay away from this area, as it wasn't nearly as comfortable as another place in Fiore, or even other islands. However there was one individual that lodged here, and his name was Moushi Nightstray. This old man was a techonological genius, whom was working for the criminal organization CRIME. The CRIME organization, or the Corporate Regional Industry and Mechanical Engineering was one that uses robots built by masterminds like him to control big business, and own a monopoly. Normally Nightstray was all for it, however as of recently the old man realized the error of his ways, and decided to go AWOL against the corporation. Today, he had a meeting to make it official, with CRIME general chief Cesária Cristina Moreno, someone he's grown to know quite well. So, he decided to tell his granddaughter about the meeting, however not who it was with, what company they represented, or why. Instead, he simply told her "I have an important meeting with someone later." So, he waited inside his lab, alongside the body that was laying on a lab table, motionless, as though it were dead.

Entering the manor, Moreno left on her hefty winter coat, and left her dufflebag at the door, stored where no one could see it. However, instead of going downstairs to the lower labs like she was supposed to, she went upstairs, to where she knew her REAL target was, due to her intelligence being fed to her. Moreno entered the room, and stood by the door. There, she made an offer to the woman that sat in there, reading with a glass of fine wine. Moreno made her an offer, one that couldn't possibly be refused. She was to use her talents to create machines for her organization. The organization she didn't name, however. The answer was shocking to Moreno, as she simply got an "I'll think about it," an answer she couldn't possibly live with. Moreno needed the response now, and a positive one. However, she didn't seem mad, and instead walked out of the room, and left the manor.

The old man, below in the laboratory, coughed and hacked, as he was extremely ill. Knowing his last breath approached, he touched the body that lay on the lab table, and a bright yellow glow burned through it, literally and figuratively. Jolting his hand back from the heat, the old man watched as the body rose, and then turned to stare at the old man.

"What is it you request, sir?"

The heat of the room made it almost impossible for the old man to speak, but yet he toughed through it - as he did, in fact, have a goal in mind.

"Number nine... the ninth model... the only working model... Do you know who I am?"

The body nodded his head, and then responded.

"Moushi Nightstray, my creator and master, at least until I am transferred to CRIME. I am to follow all of your orders."

The old man shook his head, and then gave a loud cough.

"No, Nine. I am Moushi Nightstray. Nothing more, nothing less. I've decided not to sell you to CRIME, and instead have given you a new mission objective..." The man coughed and bent over, the red liquid that oozed down from his mouth made it evident that he was suffering from something that was putting his body through immense distress.

"Master, I suggest you sit down. What infected you, I'll go get an an-"

"Nine, my last breath approaches, now heed my words. I've spent my life on this planet a bad man, a criminal who exploited others to get his own money. I bought this house, these labs, the parts to make YOU, for that matter, with money I should have never come across. I created weapons, I single-handedly caused the death of many. I don't want my granddaughter to do the same, hear me? She isn't going down the road of negativity, like me.
.. I'm tasking you, my final order, is for you to protect my granddaughter Aioai at any cost. Even that of your own being. Her safety comes before anything, and her orders are next. You are her servant now..."

Suddenly, the entire manor began to shake. The body that Nightstray called "Nine" didn't move an inch, but Moushi fell over, and continued to cough and spit up blood. Nine knelt down, and grabbed hold of him, and lifted him up.

"Master, you are in danger. I can't possibly-"

The body suddenly froze, and was surrounded in blue light. The old man poured the last of his magic energy into the body of the being that stood before him, and gave him his new orders by force. Nine was no longer a weapon of mass destruction, he was a weapon used to protect Aioai Nightstray. The cybernetic body collapsed aside from Moushi, whom stood up and leaned against the table, and looked to see a woman's body enter the lab, one wearing CRIME technology, and outfitted with a personal weapon. He knew who this woman was.

"Moreno."

"Old man."

"If you're here for model nine, you won't carry him even with your tech."

"Ah such a naive old man... I don't know how you couldn't have seen this coming."

The sound of a gunshot echoed through the entire manor.

Soon, Moushi's body collapsed on the floor, with blood pooling before him.

"I never... said I didn't... see this coming... I also... didn't say... I feared it..."

The flame of life within the man doused, and the female left the lab.

A few seconds later, the cybernetic organism's eyes opened, the yellow light brightening. He looked down, and saw blood on the floor. Moushi tied the length of Nine's sleeping state to that of his heart beat. Once his heart stopped, Nine would awaken. The robot turned around, and scanned the room until he saw the body laying on the floor in a puddle of blood, and quickly ran over to it. He raised it, and scanned the wound. He already knew about the entirety of the human body, and knew that there wouldn't be any saving the man. A wound to a sick, elderly man whom already lost a lot of blood. His life was over. And so, the robot lay the man on the table, not saying a word, and turning around towards the top of the lab. His face shown no more than anger, the thirst for vengeance. This robot's feelings weren't enough to make him sad, or mourn his former master, but they were enough to make him angry. And so the robot left where he was standing, and walked up the stairs to traverse back to the main part of the manor. He now saw two different women, both of which he didn't know. One was a woman with technology all about her, aside from a robot that held the body of a woman that was unconscious, or dead. With Nine running forward, the woman with technology about her ran back, and told the apparent ninja to follow.

"Damn... This isn't supposed to happen! He was asleep! SEN should have been asleep, and I'd use Blink to capture him... You know what? Fine. If this is what's gonna happen - FINE THEN!"

The woman ran outside the manor, grabbing her coat and leaving Nine... or rather SEN... with the unconscious body below.

"Excuse me... Miss... are you alright?"

After it was apparent that the woman was awake, he then proceeded to ask his question.

"Are you Aioai Nightstray?"

Soon after the robot SEN asked of this woman's identity, she gave him the perferred answer. Sen knew now the looks of the woman he was to permanently protect. She was to remain ever in his sight, under his protection, and he must gain the strength to defend her from any enemy or danger that the two of them came across, due to the programming in his mind. He hadn't the choice, even if he wanted to. The old man had changed his inner workings beyond that of the mindless weapon that he was designed to be. Instead, SEN was much more now, and he didn't become any less of a force of destruction. When the woman touched his face, however... Sen for some reason knew she wasn't lying. He recalled memory files from very brief points of activation, proving that he was a working model. Someone, a figure that he couldn't make out, did that various different times. They simply poked him on the forehead. Nothing more, nothing less. However, it was something about that unique gesture that instilled a sense of familiarity within Sen, and his natural weapon "on-edginess" calmed down for a bit, as he was now 100% sure this woman was indeed Aioai Nightstray.

Seeing the vomit, and the, for what Nine assumed was a headache, he quickly rushed over to Aioai, grabbing her arms and holding her close, not caring much for basic personal space and decency, instead only prioritizing her safety. He didn't know anything about her cells, or rather even his cells, having never learned much from the old man. What he did know is that in most circumstances, if what you cough and spit up is black, it is definitely not something good. Therefore, the magical robot took the woman into his embrace, and staring her directly in the eyes.

"Aioai Nightstray, as you already know, I am S-type Experimental Neutralizer,
model number nine. I was tasked personally by Moushi Nightstray to be your personal servant.
I am in your service, from here until the bitter end. However, at the moment it is obvious you are not feeling well, please take a seat."

As fast as a bolt of lightning, a chair was brought back from another room, there for Aioai to sit in. The warmth and heat of Sen's body was replaced with the normal chilling air from the snow-filled Snowfall Island, and what was once a cloth shirt over metal plating was replaced with the cushioning of the chair. The robot figure stood up, and then turned around, taking a few steps out, and then turning around once more to speak with his new mistress.

"We should be leaving Snowfall Island. CRIME has other models of different drones like myself that are outfitted for combat. You've already seen one of them, however I have no memory files on what that one is. In fact... I can't tell any model in CRIME's libraries... My data must be faulty... I know of them, I can't access them. Regardless, there is no doubt CRIME will return to try to capture you and myself, and we can'-"

Sen was cut off by what a normal human would feel intense pain from. A piston fired off from a massive fist, launching him forward, and destroying a wall, which caved in and toppled wood and stone on him. Sen didn't move, and once the weilder of the fist noticed such a detail, it stepped forward with the robot from before, Ghost.

"Hello, sweetheart. Wanna chat? Yeah, let's chat okay? Okay. Good to see we're on the same page. So... wait hold on... Ey Gaia, what size do you think those things are?"

The robot aside from Ghost gave no reply to the lecherous taunts of its companion.

"How about this, if they're at least D, you owe me, eh? Come on!"

Still no response.

Regardless, seeing this situation as a vantage point on his own part, Ghost's hands glowed blue, and he traversed his way over to the female in the chair at blinding speeds. From behind, both of his hands connected with the fatty organs of femininity that were Aioai's breasts, and the blue hue shown brighter.

"Double Ds, ha! Well, Gaia, looks like you owe me!"

With another blinding flashstep, the robot went back to its companion.

"So, in about 10 minutes my boss is gonna get here. When she does, she'll be here and ready to demolish this little house of yours. So, we want a yes or no... well let's face it,
we want a yes or a yes answer. You join CRIME or you join CRIME. If you take the nonexistant route, you get your face blown off a hundred different ways, and I get to keep your torso,
and more... fun... your lower half to myself. If you say yes, the heap of scrap metal over there will be meted down, and you'll teach my boss how to make carbon copies of him! Who wouldn't want to enjoy such a deal?!"

Not a single moment after the sentence finished, the rubble shook. A large amount of debree scattered all around the ground, even flying in random directions and going to as much of an extent as to shatter some windows. The robot could be seen walking through the dust, staring at Ghost and Gaia with a look of pure hatred. A stare to put the sharpest of daggers to shame, one that was directed intently towards the two robots, as he took single steps forward.

"Damnit... We've got a party crasher... Gaia, go handle the pipsqueak, I'll have my fun with the lovely double D right here now won't I."

Flashing over to Aioai, the robot sat on her lap, much like a stripper giving a lapdance, and then proceeded to continue talking about the so-called "offer" the CRIME organization was giving the woman.

Meanwhile, Sen and Gaia had confronted one another face to face, and the former was ready to fight, even if he knew the latter was much larger and probably stronger than he.

"If you lay even a single finger on her, I'll be sure I dismember you screw by screw."

"SHOULD THE WOMAN AGREE TO OUR TERMS, THERE WOULD BE NO NEED TO TOUCH HER."

"Fine then, the carnage begins with you."

The altercation wasn't a long winded one. Much like Floyd Mayweather, the mythril-designed robot was intending to defeat the goliath Gaia in one or two punches. However, while he was intending to finish it off easily, it wasn't as easy as he expected. Given the giant's apparent strength, of course.

Rushing forward, SEN avoided a titanic punch easily, due to the lack of overall speed of Gaia's arms. The first strike connected, a fist to the, as the human counterpart would be, "chest" of the beast of a machine in front of SEN. After the first, it was all going downhill, as the low speed and agility of the giant wouldn't allow it to react. The second punch, then the third, then a kick, then another punch, then another kick. The sound of metal clashing with metal filled the room, and Gaia was on the lesser end of it, with his chest piece being vastly dented, and even bits of it showing holes from the attacks of the so-called "lesser" machine that was SEN. However, the barrage of strikes soon ended, in place of a head that turned towards his mistress. Once his name was called, SEN was inclined to look back at her, paying full attention. However once he looked, Gaia took this chance to strike. A fist traveled the distance between its original position and SEN's face, only to be stopped mid-flight. SEN's right hand stopped the titanic punch solo.

"A sucker punch? You're as low of swine in battle as you are out of it."

SEN then turned to Aioai, listening to what she said.

"Alright, Mistress. Just please, do not over-"

Once again he was cut off by a force he didn't see coming. A hydraulic boosted in Gaia's arm, forcing the blow of an entire earthquake through his body. This was the same attack that hit SEN from behind before, however due to him not seeing it coming, SEN wasn't prepared to counteract it. So, once again the machine was launched backward, colliding through a different wall and actually being sent through the door to the lab down stairs. Gaia followed after, determining this the chance to finish off SEN.

When Gaia reached the downstairs portion of the manor, it was met with a concussive blast to the face. The force of a DSR Precision rifle met with the machine's face, which knocked it down, leaving it once against susceptible to SEN's attacks. SEN climbed atop the giant, and then began furiously punching it to where he deduced was a weak spot. It had the most armored plating over it, which meant there must have been something to protect underneath. It was its chest from before. The square middle of it.

That was the place that SEN focused on. Wave after wave of devastating punches continued to strike at that area, as Gaia's arms were trapped within the confined space and couldn't move. However, once the extra plating was removed, SEN got off of the giant machine, and rested his arms on the hydraulics of both arms.

"I said the carnage would begin with you, and I wasn't wrong. Perhaps if you were unique, you'd have a better fighting style. Instead, you're just another copy of something no one cares about."

"What makes you any different? Copied from something no one cares about."

Something snapped within SEN's mind, and his eyes widened, only to narrow and target the robot's body. SEN tore off one of the arms of Gaia, then tore off the other, he threw them behind him like they were nothing. He then tore off the legs, leaving Gaia just a torso and a head. SEN could have ended Gaia by now, but he wanted to make it suffer - even if it didn't feel pain. SEN then stomped on Gaia's face, then again, then again, then again, then again, then again, till nothing more was left than the scraps of metal. However, SEN knew that Gaia was still alive. So long as one thing remained. Sen's arms traveled inside of the hole that was made in Gaia's chest, and his fingers clenched around a certain orb he recognized. Tearing it out, Sen crushed it as though it were nothing made more of glass, and the result was a purple glow as the energy seemed to seep into him. This felt... refreshing, somehow. As though he had rejuvinated his health and energy that were once on low supply. He didn't know the reason behind this, however. It was just how he responded to this situation.

Meanwhile, Ghost had been having his conversation with the lady in the chair whom he attempted to defile earlier, with not much success at degrading her than he'd have hoped.

"Yeah, you'd know all about me, wouldn't ya, bitch. I'm model number 9062, you've seen the books that belonged to that waste of space known as your grandfather. Elemental drive in my waist, makes me control the wind. As for the shame part, nah. I was built like this. My, as you humans would call, 'personality' is all that you see here. I'll never change. If I were built with such a 'human' weakness like shame, I'd be destroyed by now. What are you gonna do now, bitch? Tear out my power source? I bet you'd know all about my body. Speaking of bodies,I can see all of yours. The way that you're sitting in that chair is leaving little to the imagination... Especially with this special X ray vision I'm outfitted with to scout and stakeout. Mmmm, I perfer what's underneath than the clothing, doll."

The robot got up, obviously much weaker than he had been seconds prior. He pressed a button that was on his wrist, and soon entered three more robots. Ashes, the robot ninja designed much like Ghost, but more fit for combat than scouting. Shredder, the juggernaut that can tear anything to pieces, and Demo, the demolition robot that can level entire buildings with one of its signature sticky bombs. They stood there, motionless, behind Ghost, whom treaded back over towards the woman sitting in the chair, and crouched in front of her.

"You want me destroyed, don't ya? Well go ahead, do it. There's always going to be something to take my place. Unlike the... what was it again? 'One percent metal' piece of trash that's probably getting pummeled to a 'symbiotic' pulp right now. He doesn't stand a chance against Gaia..."

Returning up the stairs after kicking aside Gaia's body, Sen identified three more robots he hadn't seen before. He hadn't the faintest idea of the models that these were, but they all looked vastly different. One looked like a ninja, much like Ghost before him, one looked like a mideval knight, however instead of a sword and a shield, he carried four plasma claws, two in each wrist, and the last looked nothing more than a robot with bombs attatched to its chest. Sen stepped forward, ignoring the three and rushed over to Aioai.

"Did these three do anything to you? Which one should I tear to shreds next?"

Sen was still highly angry, not only to the fact that Aioai was constantly being attacked by these fools of machines, but also still because of what Gaia said in their brawl. So his ruthless attitude remained, as he turned to stare at the three robots that just stood there motionless. They hadn't attacked yet because they weren't given the order to. That also means that their leader would be approaching soon. And that also meant this day would be over.

"It might be both options. Perhaps they threw the annoyance at you first because it was doomed to fail, or perhaps they legitimately thought it'd perform its duty well. Either way,
CRIME has a handful of idiots that design the missions."

The first comment was from Ashes, the robot ninja that wasn't inclined to doing his job in any way, shape, or form. He wanted nothing more than the destruction of CRIME, however he also couldn't avoid helping it due to his natural programming to be 100% obedient to the company. He didn't have to like them, but he sure as hell had to work for them. Therefore, when in his spare time on a mission he talked down to the company as much as possible, without giving away classified information or going against his goal - therefore he couldn't technically have anything available to be classified as treason to the company, costing him his own life.

After SEN had his short-lived conversation with his creator, Ashes stepped forward. He set his sword down on the ground to prove he wasn't trying to perform any offenses.

"I'm not the aggressor here, trust me. However, I'm forced to tell you that Moreno will be here in about two minutes, and that once she gets here we're inclined to tear you to shreds at the order. However, she wants to speak with the robot first, before all else."

This comment made SEN narrow his eyes at ashes, wanting to step forward and destroy the man completely at that point and time, until he thought of what Aioai said. They were to wait. He wouldn't fight anyone he didn't need to - and there wasn't any guarantee that they were going to fight. It was a very high chance, but it wasn't guaranteed.

"Not a wise thing to say, given you're looking at the person who tore the last one to literal pieces."

"Hey, I'm simply performing my job, as annoying as it may be. However, if you begin any form of combat with us, we ARE allowed to fight back. As hard as we can, no less."

After two minutes on the dot, Moreno appeared. That red shirt, the technology on her arms, the gun she had on her back, the yellow cap. All of it hit SEN like a cannon. He suddenly snapped, not unlike a few moments before, when Gaia triggered something inside of him. Not caring much for formalities, he simply took the core from Aioai, and crushed it in his hand, the purple glow radiating once again, and the memory of a style of wind magic to increase his speed formed.

"YOU!"

Activating the wind spell, SEN's speed drastically increased. Moving past the robots like a blur, he punched forward, with all of his might, releasing the rifle-level blast of kinetic energy from his fist. What he received back was something he hadn't expected - he repelled backward, sliding along the ground. He forced himself up, and then continued darting forward, with the woman's expression not changing. She must have knew what SEN also knew - his vitality was running low. He'd need something else to do, lest he be forcefully powered down in the middle of combat. He then used his next memory, the memory of Gaia's core that triggered his hand to release something similar to what he had done a second before, but this time he shattered through the protective shield that was covering the CRIME general, at the cost of once again being repelled backward towards his creator.

"Come on, #9. You can't be THAT pathetic, couldn't you? The old man had more strength and willpower than you, and he's laying on the floor in a puddle of his own blood. What standpoint does that put YOU at, then?"

SEN got up, and was motionless, his body couldn't take anymore punishment without himself shutting down. He wouldn't die, but he wouldn't be able to serve his primary goal.

"2563, it appears they are beyond conversation. Feel free to level the manor.
I can collect the scraps of 9's core and his memory to forge a new one."

The woman walked away, and waved her hand. Ashes and Shredder followed close behind, while Demo put his hand on the belt that was around its chest. Taking a grenade from one of the slots, he threw it at the ceiling of the room, and mid-flight it glowed a bright blue. It then forcefully stuck itself to the ceiling, priming and ticking down from 30.

"MISTRESS WE MUST MOVE!"

Still utilizing Ghost's core, he picked up the woman's body, and ran, jumping out of the window that was in the opposite side of the manor. While jumping, he turned around so that he landed in the snow and ice, while she'd feel no harm whatsoever. Sure it'd be cold, but she'd be unscathed. The machine quickly got up, and used his body as a shield to protect from the debris of the house which soon scattered all over the ground from the massive blast, tearing into his hoodie and pants, but not doing much to his metal body. However, that was the last of what SEN could do, as his vitality had already reached 0 prior to this point. Instead, he was treading forward enough to get Aioai out of the face of danger by sheer veracity and willpower. Now, the robot fell aside, motionless. The light of his eyes faded into nothingness, leaving only his black sclera.

Meanwhile, Ashes and Blink - robot that hadn't shown its face till now - had been scouting around to make sure that the blast did destroy the two that resided in the house. Instead they saw Aioai and SEN, only one of them assumed dead. Blink decided to remain in the outskirts, just simply watching as Ashes stepped forward, looking at SEN's body.

"All of this time I was working for this company, and I wanted nothing to do with it.
I see how your grandfather felt, wanting to make his last few moments doing something good.
That's why he made this function for your purpose only, no one else's. I can't do what I want to do.
It's physically impossible for me to turn my blade against Moreno, or any of the other robots that she commands. I can't just leave... But what I can do is this."

Ashes tore a hole into his own stomach, pulling out a reserve power core that he had. He then sliced open SEN's chest, and replaced SEN's core with his reserve. He was planning on welding the hole he sliced into the robot back together with his flame powers, however he was shocked when the metal itself reformed SEN's chest piece, much like what occurred with the woman a few minutes prior. Ashes then tore into his own chest, and ripped out the core that was literally engulfed in flames, and then dropped it onto the robot's body. Unable to move more than a few steps backward before Blink appeared, Ashes was grabbed, and then they both vanished.

After about 15 seconds, the light returned to SEN's eyes, and he got up swiftly. He didn't know what just happened, nor did he know why there was a flaming orb on his stomach. However, SEN picked up the flaming orb, and crushed it, absorbing it into his body like he did Ghost's and Gaia's beforehand. However, one thought rushed into his mind - the location of Moreno.

"WHERE IS SHE? WHERE IS THAT PITIFUL EXCUSE OF A HUMAN BEING? I WILL GRIND HER BONES INTO A POWDER! SHE WILL NOT SURVIVE THROUGH THE NIGHT!"

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The boot, that was something the machine didn't expect upon reactivation, his reemergence into the mortal world. This kick was one that rivaled a super soldier, considering someone could even kick him 3 inches, much less 3 feet. However, even though the robot detected no major damage, if any, he remained still, no motion made while listening to his mistress, left alone in the white blanket that was the snow.

What Aioai said stung, not to the robot's feelings, but instead to his morals and goal as a whole. His entire purpose was to protect the female, and with the stunt he attempted to pull, he'd have failed as a whole. She would have lost her protector, and her grandfather's legacy. Realizing the error of his ways, Sen finally got up, discarding the orb that concealed the power of the dragon's flames, leaving it alone to melt the snow around it. Instead, he took a few steps forward, meeting Aioai face to face. What would occur next would be uncharacteristic of SEN as of the past half hour to an hour, given his apparent blind rage.

A warm embrace.

The metallic arms crossed around the feminine figure, as the robot stood there for a moment, deciding what to do, how to deal with what he was apparently feeling at this moment. His desire to protect, to fulfill his mission, his hatred and fear of failure, his hatred for himself for not knowing his own limits, they all surmounted to the base of it all - care. He cared for the woman before him, Aioai D. Nightstray, the woman that gave him what humans would call "life."

"I don't want for you anything negative - emotions or otherwise. However, I must survive not for my own sake, but for the mission I was set forth to. Your grandfather didn't put me on this path for my own sake, he did it for yours. I am his will, his wish. His wish to protect his granddaughter as little as he can beyond his natural lifespan. That is why I will not push myself anymore like I did. I will realize my limits, and I won't approach them unless given the order to.
I will be safe, to keep you safe. And that way we all will reach our goals, you, me, and Moushi."

The machine's embrace would release from the woman, as the figure walked closer to the orb of heat that lay in a puddle of melted snow.

"I apologize if that was inappropriate, Mistress. I recovered memory files in my database that show that humans use 'hugging' to comfort those in need of emotional help. If that was out of line, I will accept any punishment."

The metallic hand would be encased in flame soon after, the crushed orb seeping its energy into him, the S-cells within Sen's body feasting away at the power that Ashes had, and storing it in his memory. Stepping back towards his mistress, the robot sensed another presence, hearing the sound of rapidly-approaching footsteps through the snow. A wolf, or rather... what appeared to be a wolf... dashed at the two of them, diving at SEN first, pouncing on him.

"You shall be the first to fall."

From a compartment in its back, a revving saw blade was pulled out, one that soon dove into the arm of SEN. However, the black liquid that oozed from his arm wasn't blood, nor oil... instead, it was something else. This liquid splattered onto the mechanized wolf like paint, and then seeped into its body. The wolf started going haywire, having what appeared to be an epilepsy, or something akin to a stroke. Regardless, it was fidgeting and sparking, and would be soon tossed off of the blue-hoodie-clad machine. It would then smoke, and stop moving entirely. Despite this, SEN's guard wouldn't be lowered, and he just inched closer to the wolf with a defensive stance, ready to strike back at any moment.

"I apologize, attacking mine own chief commander. What overcame me,
I must have malfunctioned."

The robotic canine stood there, obediant and ready to follow any order of the two. SEN had no idea what overcame the wolf... and frankly he thought the wolf didn't know either. Apparently it short-circuited for a moment, and upon recovering switched sides? It wasn't like Moushi, who actually put a spell on SEN to switch his prime directive, the wolf, for some unknown reason, just... did it. The robot didn't question it verbally, however, and just performed a test to see if what he was witnessing was legitimate or false.

"Who do you follow? Who gives you your orders?"

The canine, SLICE, scanned the two of them, identifying them easily through the memory files given to it by CRIME.

"You're the S-Type Experimental Neutralizer model number nine, subordinate only to Moushi Nightstray and anyone else that might have worked underneath the scientist.
Aside from you the female is Aioai Nightstray, your personal creator and your current commander, considering the events that has taken place recently. You two command me,
and my mission objective at the moment is blank. I await orders."

Turning back to his mistress, the blonde machine just realized the metal that was torn apart by the chainsaw that the canine attacked with had healed, without a scar. It was impossible to even tell there was damage there in the first place, unless one were to have watched it occur, or be SEN himself who could see that his vitality had lowered - he was a step closer to shutting down once again. Albeit not entirely on the rim as he had been moments before, he still wasn't at his peak condition. Regardless, the machine decided to question the woman about the supposed "turning" of the multi-bladed wolf.

"Mistress, what are we to do? We can't exactly just simply believe it... can we?
It simply attacked me and then that occurred. It could be a simple trap. Would you like to give it an order? Or... should I just destroy it?"