// SERVITOR UNIT

There were something about the Ancients that was familiar. Like he should know who they are and what they were doing on Forbidden Island. 

The last time he felt something like that was on Kattleox with Mega Man Juno’s chamber.

“Right.” There was an unpleasant edge to the Ancient’s words, maybe if Volnutt tries to break the ice, some of the tension between them will lessen…

“Oh! I never did introduce myself… I’m Mega Man, Mega Man Volnutt,” He offered his hand to the other, for a handshake.

   Volnutt. It seemed the Megaman designation didn’t fade from him yet the original name was. Your name is Trigger. Don’t you remember? Don’t you remember what you did? Those words were swallowed as he stared down at the offered hand.

   The gesture wasn’t out of the ordinary, he had done (and seen) it many times before back home, back when there were other people. Still, it was because it was with Trigger that he felt so adverse to shaking.

“ Ohh, but haven’t I told this one already ? Don’t you recall Rockman X ? “

[ Rockman. The title given to most purifier units, not by the Master’s choice but by the choice of Elysium, and the people long since past. ]

“ Rockman x was Zero’s best friend. . “ [ He leaned back and pulled Geetz with him. ] “ They battled together against the Maverick threat on the old Terra. They were as close as could be until the end. .I feel as if I’ve told this story, do you enjoy it that much, Geetz ? “

   Geetz closed his eyes, trying to remember what is was like back then. Yes, he had heard the stories many times, but... whenever the Master talked about X something about it created an air of nostalgia.

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Volnutt walks down the hall, deep in thought. He just gave Bluecher and Gramps the Second Key from the Nino Ruins. They were getting closer to unlocking the Mother Lode, but he was getting a more and more uneasy feeling the longer this goes on–

“S-sorry, I wasn’t looking,” Volnutt turned to whoever he bumped into… Oh. it was one of the Ancients he discovered in the Forbidden Island. Geetz, was it?

   He almost wants to pull away from the DISGUSTING touch. It’s almost a reflex that his arm jerks away from the other as if the touch sent was unholy (and for a brief moment there’s a look of disgust upon his face before it is quickly hidden away before the other saw his face).

“Car…bons?” Hostage? Ciel’s feelings that the unit they captured wasn’t Neo Arcadian was only stronger now. “Can you at least loosen the restrains?” A necessary precaution when they didn’t know who or what this was, but now it seems like they will get in the way.

“Ciel, are you sure of that?” Cerveau. Always the one who worries when Ciel does something risky.

“If this unit really was Neo Arcadian, they would’ve tried to attack the moment they woke up, and I don’t see signs of a fight. Not only that, they bowed to me,” And that is something no patriotic Neo Arcadian would do. Her involvement with the Resistance was well known, and for that she was branded a traitor to her species and the city.

“Thank you,” She says when the shackles finally loosen enough that the unit could actually move around some.

   With the restraints somewhat lifted, the Unit rose up and ‘stood’. At least as far as it would allow. He uncurled some, shook it’s long neck, and settled calmly in the room. It almost appeared as if he were sitting if one stared closely. 

“ . .Why of course. “ [ A moment’s delay was the only indication of hesitation. The Master had become very skilled at hiding his emotion in this way(perhaps it was programmed, code statements left over from a time past). ]

“ What kind of story would you like to hear, my child ? “ [ His arms wrapped around Geetz and pulled him somewhat closer, not quite into the Master’s lap but leaning against him. ]

   “Hmm.” There was so many stories about the Master’s past. Most were just ‘normal’ ones, about hunts but in this instance Geetz became more curious about the people that 'Zero’ had known.

Everyone flinched at that. The soldiers ready to fire now at the behemoth and Cerveau giving Pigeon that look again that says ‘Should I activate the emergency restraints?’

Pigeon shook his head. ‘No.’ If he didn’t have faith that Ciel would be able to do something, he wouldn’t have been here in the first place. 

“Oh my,” Ciel’s here.

   In the end it laid his head back down on the floor, eyes kept to the Carbons as if stalking them. Geetz wiggled a little against the restraints, the feeling of them beginning to feel uncomfortable and suffocating. 

The clinking of metal shackles alert the Reploids milling about. The soldiers standing by cock their guns, and the words the dragon said causes hushed whispers to fill the air.

Cerveau, at one of the monitors attempting to scan the thing, gives Pigeon a look and Pigeon makes a motion to one of the soldiers. “Colbor, tell Ciel the unit awake,” If anyone is going to try to do any diplomacy with a mysterious unit, it better be Ciel.

   Telling Carbons not to be afraid of him might have been a pathetic way to wiggle his way out of the situation. Turning back into a more humanoid form might have been the easy way out, but who could tell with these ‘Units’. He moved his head, eyes staring at the others and it made a low rumble of a growl.

   A careful glance towards the other. Maybe the staring was rude, and perhaps he should have been forthcoming with the questions on his mind, but Geetz just couldn’t stop. He looked too much like Trigger, and that itself set his nerves aflame with jealousy and hatred towards the younger of his siblings (he had almost mistook the other for his younger sibling).

   Where am I?

   He opened his eyes, a room unfamiliar to him. Old machinery, thick wires running everywhere, and robots standing afar from him. Then he stared down at his body, wounds and metal shackles connecting to the metal bed below him. Maybe he might have laughed at the pathetic attempt to keep him still, but a vague memory of turning into his dragon form came into his mind. The chuckle died before it came out, and an expression of pity upon them seeing his true form.

   Strange. It was a strange feeling. The other wasn’t quite human, nor was he quite carbon. Perhaps Geetz might have thought nothing of it if the other was a whole human since this was Elysium, but the aura that was emitted was practically unnatural. Furrowed eyes as he approached the other. The other humans moved to the side, their robes shifting and head slightly bowed at the Unit’s status.