Passionate, Protective, Provocative, Playful

It’d have to be the next one. He let go of the ladder, then turned to look at Anibus to inform him, only for the mutos reploid to kneel before him. Tilting his head, he peered at the map network, mentally using the directions of travel given to him by Anubis to locate where they were now, where the original destination was, and where they had to go.

Right on the money, it was the next ladder, he was sure.

Reaching out, he confidently pointed at the Sector X outskirts, tapping twice. “Here.” He said, quietly, then slowly drew a line further out. “Unless you plan to keep heading this way, this is my final destination.”

The place he was pointing at was fairly recognizable by most anyone in the military, he figured.

It was, after all, the old Resistance base.

"I plan to tap into whatever power remains on their grid to transport to the new one." The boy said resolutely. "I may not be part of their little ragtag crew, but I do have information that could help them and, in turn, help the citizens here. Weil is, well…" He smiled, although it didn’t look honest at all. "He has the eyes of a killer and the fist of a tyrant."

He then blankly looked up to the reploid. “What you do when we exit is up to you. Stop me, follow me, continue with your own plans. The world is wide and you are free.”

With that, he turned away, pointing the flare forward. “The next manhole will do.”

The reploid knew what he'd prefer, and it definetly was not as a slave.

With his mind made up, the Lieutenant General nodded, "I will be happy to escort you. I believe my skills could be of some use to that... 'ragtag crew', as you call them."

And so, without another word, the jackal followed after the human child to the next manhole, which he opened up. He sent a zombie up the stairs first to peak out, and the reploid wobbled up the steps to peer out. It was then that it wandered a few steps before dissaperating.

The two of them… Were remarkably similar actually. Both were driven by their convictions, and followed what they believed to be right.

Thankfully for Fefnir though, X did not reminisce for long, but opened his eyes again, nodding in approval at his son.

"Just remember that this thing can hit speeds beyond anything that Neo Arcadia’s Military ever used. I’ve adjusted it so it won’t be able to hit max speeds, or anywhere near them, but still, be careful.” Some called the Ride Chaser a Suicide Chaser, it was one of the many reasons it had faded from use.

Of course, for the few that could operate one properly, they had been highly sought after and quickly rose through the ranks. Their fast reaction speeds meant they were dangerous on and off a chaser.

Once Fefnir had responded to his request though, X sighed, his eyes closing and relief filling his entire being. He’d been worried that the guardian would have been outraged at the request.

"Then, I’ll start preparing as soon as… Well, as soon as we go our separate ways. If… If the others agree, please let me know, and I’ll adjust accordingly." He was… Grateful to the guardian for giving him this opportunity.

Once he’d spoken, he headed over to the blue chaser, and quickly mounted, powering it up in mere seconds. Then, after it roared to life he turned the video screen on, contacting the red chaser.

He nodded to his 'father', and settled himself on the machine. He looked over everything to make sure he had a good idea of what was what, and where all the buttons where, and what they did.

It felt good.

"O-okay, lets go," he said to the older reploid as he slowly moved the bike out into the open. The paint shone in the sun, along with Fefnir's body, especially the gold, and Fefnir slowly started to move on it to get a feel of the bike before they actually rode.

Conan sighed in relief as the path proved to be empty. The zombies, if one could even call them that, were at least useful for that. With the all clear, he continued on, making sure to keep an eye out for surveillance of any sort. It seemed to be lacking, and he was almost certain it was so, but with the recent events, from the Resistance movement to Weil’s occupation, things must have changed.

At least, he was paranoid of it in that regard.

The path narrowed, and the human was soon glad that Anubis seemed to have perfect control of when to have his odd allies ‘out and about’ and when they had to leave. Walking through this area with all of them would have crippled escape movements should they be cornered. “It works for me.” He said in response, nodding to himself.

They passed another pile, and he payed it no heed when Anubis did not stop to make more friends. He assumed the dog-like reploid was just unable to, for some reason or another.

"I have a general idea of where we are." He decided to confirm after a few moments. "I have a good enough memory to try and remember the map I made of this city and apply it to the direction we are going." He sighed a little, trying to keep his voice down. "There is not much freedom in direction, however, so we will probably end up a ways off where we need to go." The path ahead split in two, and after a moment’s pause he headed for the left one. "Can you give me how many meters we have traveled?" He’d need to crosscheck if his estimation was right. It should be around 800 or less. The boy paused as they reached a ladder heading up, fingering the steps as he waited for the response. It was either this one or the next one they ran into.

He could not access the GPS system for fear of being detected, but he was able to use his internal mapping sequence to calculate where they were, from what he knew of the underground (which was fairly extensive, as it was often where corpses of reploids were dumped) and also the distances travelled. The former lieutenant general took a split second to review as much, and then replied in turn, "we have travelled 374 metres south-south-west, and 142 metres south-west. 516 metres in total."

Anubis stopped and knelt down to activate the hologram on his arm - he was able to use it in it's offline state to display his somewhat fractured map network, though not their location point, as that required GPS access.

He wanted to object to the humans going alone. What if just them and Phoenix was not enough? He was not sure how much stronger their human companions were when on their ‘megamerge’ with these biometals of theirs. He did not know of their capabilities, and therefore did not want to imply they would not be strong enough to hold their own, but by the same token he was worried.

However, if it was truly something Fefnir and he should not see or know, then it was really the only choice they had. Hope for the best, and that if the humans had handled this ‘foe’ before, they could do it again.

If it was even the one Aeolus seemed to think of.

He sighed, nodding to Fefnir. “You are right… however much I may dislike this, it will be best if we stay out of this. At least, until what it is has been confirmed.” He then turned to the humans. “Survey the scene, then. It is truly the best move we can make at this time.”

He was not liking this one bit.

Especially because-

"Of course. We must let the Resistance know." He said in agreement, and rubbed his temples somewhat. Well, what he COULD rub, considering the positioning of his helmet. It was more akin to pinching the bridge of his nose. "If they have a confirmed sighting, it could help us determine what it is."

The plan was shot out the window when Fefnir decided that Phoenix should go with them, and Harpuia posed no objections. He could have yelled in frustration, had he been of lesser self control.

At least Harpuia had mentioned marking the map, which would be useful for a solo investigation. Now the problem lied in making Phoenix go away or at least avoid making contact until they gave the all clear. It would be… difficult to convince a reploid to let the ‘weaker’ humans do the work, he was fairly sure.

Problems, problems and complications. He sighed quietly, but took what he was given. It seemed Harpuia and Fefnir would busy themselves with alerting a certain someone, and he was sure he knew who it was.

"I suppose this is where we part ways, although I’d have… preferred it if we went alone, just in case." He did, however, bow his head as he stepped back a little. "But I can understand why Phoenix would come with us, and we gratefully accept his help." He gave Atlas a /look/. Let him do the talking for now.

He would wait for Phoenix to either mark the map or lead them out so he could follow, at least. For now, he’d have to play along and potentially expose this reploid to Model W. The last thing he wanted to do.

Atlas frowned a tad as her colleague spoke of their departure, soon looking over to Aeolus with distaste in his words. What was he even talking about? Phoenix’s so called help would be anything but helpful!

She had opened her mouth to speak when he’d then given her a look, effectively sending a message across, one that was enough to have her think twice on speaking out. ‘Oh, I see.’ He wanted her to keep quiet. Perhaps he planned to deal with this, somehow. 

Lightening her expression, Atlas gave him a slight nod to say she understood, before returning her quiet gaze to the reploids before them.

It honestly bothered her that she was giving him command, if only just a tad. The woman still wanted her map marked. The location of this sighting, this Resistance she vaguely recalled, all info that they could give. It’d help her wrap her mind around the situation better, but Atlas knew not to get her hopes up.

It didn’t seem likely now that this map’d be of any use for a while. Hoping dearly that it’d be possible to ditch this flashy bird with an excuse or something, the soldier gripped the map in her hand just a tad bit tighter.

And so, the reploid began to draft on up as he decided to leave the group for the time being. There was no need for him to stick around.

"Take care of them, Magnion~" the Guardian grinned before he waved them off, and made to leave.

"Understood," the phoenix replied simply to his general, and then turned to the two humans. As much as he highly disliked the idea of anything riding him, he supposed that in this case, it would simply have to be done.

But it was a futile effort.

"Hey!" He audiably complained as water suddenly streamed at him, he was fairly certain it was Leviathan’s fault, squirming a little more as he tried to reach for the mechaniloid in Fefnir’s other hand.

"You'll have to escape to get it, Harpuuuu~" the taller reploid giggled.

But then, a better idea came to him.

"LEVI, TOSS HARP A GUN!" Fefnir laughed as he kept the struggling reploid, as he figured a water fight would be great fun.

The Ice guardian noticed the eyes turn to her for that moment, looked at all the specialists ready to test and of the likes, but then she blinked, the idea of being given a choice.

Levi wasn’t expecting that, but her brothers gave the OK with it, and she for one was just excited  to leave the room, being unsure of this atmosphere, but that was more cold feet then anything

"It’s… Hard to define. Sure, reploids have been based off of me before, but never as… Well, using my own DNA. You were made to be sibling Reploids, and… My children." The word felt strange as it rolled off his tongue.

Taking a step back to get a better look of all four of them, X continued.

"I doubt I’ll ever have the words to quite explain how that feels, but perhaps, one day, you’ll understand." Maybe they’d have to have children of their own to really understand, but either way, he hoped that it would suffice as an answer.

Relieved that the four were either ambivalent over the suggestion, or excited, he nodded before turning towards the scientists.

"We’ll return later. Feel free to take this time to finish your reports or take a break, either option is fine." X told them before walking toward the automatic door.

After it had opened and he’d given them time to rise, and follow, he began to lead them to the gardens via the shortest path. They’d all be more comfortable surrounded by nature, of this he was certain.

Once there, he gave them a few minutes to adjust to the new locale and the vibrancy of life there.

"At one point, our world was covered in life like this." He said, a weariness once more dragging on him.

However, remembering his aged counterpart, he tried to shake it off. Instead, he forced a cheery expression.

"But, that’s a story for a different day." X’s smile didn’t manage to make it to his eyes, but he covered up that weariness rather well considering.

It was, indeed, a ‘surreal’ feeling. 

His eyes met Harpuia’s gaze as the winged reploid looked at him, and then he turned his attention back to the short blue reploid as he explained his feelings, and the process here on out.

Upon being asked to follow, Phantom stepped out of his capsule, some of the cables disconnecting as they did, and stood up. He took a moment to make sure his motor skills were all in order before he followed after his master without a hitch, and taking his first steps into the world.

'Walking', as it was, was a fairly interesting experience. Sensations that were new to him - smell, touch, and vibrations from his and other's steps were all very new.

He returned his gaze to X as he began to speak, trying to understand everything he had been told. Hard to explain, easier to understand when experienced. They were technically X;s children. He nodded to himself, filing this away, and blinked his oculars twice as he was told to stand, as they would be leaving. Looking at himself, he carefully disconnected the rest of him from the capsule before following Phantom’s lead, slowly setting his right foot down and putting some pressure as he slowly learned what it felt like to put weight on his servos. He afterwards set his left foot down, trying to stand and almost falling back from the extra weight on his upper torso and head. He gripped the capsule as he stabilized, then slowly righted himself as his body calibrated to his weight distribution.

He waited, standing still, then slowly took a step, then another, following after X as he relished and learned the feeling of walking.

But he felt he was meant for more. He knew he was. He was built for flight, but the ground was nice. A good starting point.

The garden was a stark contrast to the laboratory and hallways, so alive compared to the dreary grays of the indoors. His eyes were fascinated, taking everything in as he slowly walked further out, overwhelmed. There was so much color and life.

Once the whole world had been like this. He understood the concept of world, but failed to grasp just how big it was. However, he was fairly certain it was rather large.

He failed to notice his Master’s weariness, his skill in listening to tones not as sharp as it would be, had he not been a newbuilt. Instead, he took it all in stride as it was said, wandering to the nearest plant and admiring it without touching. It was alive, a living thing. He knew that, he had to be careful.

One thing that did stick out was that he had two brothers and a sister - that was kinda cool. So the green and black dudes were his older brothers, and the blue girl was his younger sister? He grinned more at Levi than anyone because he could feel more of a connection there - like she would be into the same things as him, somehow.

Finally it came time to stand up and get moving. The red reploid, despite his excitement, carefully got out of his pod and stepped on the ground, but his balance was all over the place, and he gripped the edge of his pod (and accidentally crushed it) as he blinked twice.

"Am I supposed to be this heavy?" he said in surprise as he configured his balance and eventually stood up, "...AND this tall???" Seriously he was easily the tallest in the room, what the hell??

"This is weird..." he muttered as he followed after Harpuia slowly as he got used to the sensation of walking. He was so. freaking. heavy. The reploid couldn't help but pull at his armour on his chest and arms as they walked towards the centre gardens with a frown on his face, as though he hoped to pull it off (it didn't budge).

That was weird. The other reploids looked like their shirt things came off... why didn't his? And how come he looked so different from them, anyway?

It was all very strange.

He was soon incredibly distracted from his armour when they entered the gardens. The flora was amazing, and Fefnir's eyes lit up in happiness. It was so warm and smelt good in here!

He balled his fists up and wiggled on the spot at the sight and when X finished talking, he squealed and ran right passed his other siblings and went straight over to explore the place with a bright smile and happy noises whenever he saw something new.

The reploid peered at a butterfly on one of the apple trees and blinked as it landed on his nose. His red eyes went crosseyed as he tried to look at it on his nose and, when he stood up tall again, he bumped an apple tree, causing one of the fruits to fall and skewer itself on his horn. This, of course, sent a TON of feedback straight into the newly built's head and he screeched before falling flat on his rear end, causing the ground to quake.

"What the hell...." he rubbed his head as he grumbled, and pulled the apple off of his horn, and then he looked up at Master X with a horrified expression, "M-MASTER, THE GARDEN IS TRYING TO KILL ME."

Fefnir threw the apple on the ground (it splattered into a pulp) and then stood back up. He ran over to the giant tree that stretched far up through the ceiling, and he peered at the strong looking branches. He processed the distance it'd take to jump up there, and his calculations seemed to show that he could jump very high.

Time to test that theory.

He crouched on the ground and, with a yell, he leapt high into the air before landing on the branch. He wobbled and grabbed the trunk but, as he stabilised and stood tall on the thick branch.

However, he did as he was told this time, stepping back until he was beside the mutos reploid, flicking his gaze between Anubis and the pile. Imagine his surprise as, akin to a strange and macabre dance, some of the mechaniloids and reploids there came ‘alive’ to the call of the mutos’ baton waving. He wasn’t entirely sure of how that even worked, and had to work to keep himself in place and not look too surprised, but now he knew just why Necromances was in the reploid’s title.

He was the reploid equivalent of a necromancer, although he wasn’t sure if this ability had a limit.

He glanced at Anubis, then back at what would be their new companions for a while. “… Ah.” He said, quietly, in understanding, then shook his head.

"Agreed, lets go." They were not pressed for time, but he preferred they kept in motion until they reached the end of this. If it was as the reploid next to him feared, then they really could not stay here.

He gave a slight smile after as he skittered off in what he was sure was the right direction (after rechecking his memory of the layout of the place compared to the layout of the city in their current position). “That sure is an… unusual power.” He commented, his tone a bit between humor and genuine amazement. Morbid amazement.

Surely not something he expected for a reploid to be able to do. 

The light was useful, but he soon found he preferred to have both it and the night vision active at the same time as he walked further in. He turned it back on with a bit of hesitation, cased his surroundings, and continued forward for a little before slowing to a halt. They were nearing a turn.

He looked at Anubis, then at one of his not-so-living friends and nudged his head towards the turn.

He directed one of the zombies to go ahead, and upon having nothing reported back, they continued onwards in the dark silence.

At Conan's comment on his ability, the mutos reploid merely smiled slightly and said, "yes... I suppose you could say it is."

This power, that had been frightening to the authorities.

The very same power that his master had thought was 'totally cool'.

Anubis mentally shook his head as he chased the fond memories away for the time being. They had more important things to focus on right now.

The path turned narrow, so Anubis reverse-summoned the zombies as they dissapeared from sight. He could call on them again, of course, as was his power, "our friends can stay away for now while we navigate this," carefully, he edged along the wall of the thin path before it widened again.

He spied another pile of dumped mechaniloids, but this pile was completely salvageable, at least not without some nanobots. While Anubis did have a canister of them in his medical kit, he wasn't going to waste them on this.

"Ch," he tisked, annoyed, before moving on.

Afterwards, he turned to face the guardian of flames, his expression a confusing case of hesitation, resolve and sorrow.

"It is always the great heroes that can’t see what they’ve done. Fefnir, you and each of your siblings protected the city, protected innocent lives, and did so while still maintaining your loyalty." Placing a hand on Fefnir’s shoulder, he started pointing to various dials and explaining their uses.

However, after he’d finished, and taken a step back, X returned to the topic.

"The X of both your world, and this one, we were derelict in our responsibilities in recognizing the services the four Guardians offered. Each one of you brought something to the table. As Generals, you four were unrivaled. As for me? I never acknowledged just how much I relied on all of you in those difficult positions." As he spoke, his tone changed slightly, regaining some of that official power that he’d once wielded.

It was hard to look at the Guardian, what with the material he was covering, the long needed recognition that Fefnir deserved finally being ‘officially noticed’.

"… If you and your siblings are willing. I’d… Like to recognize what all of you did. It’s far from fixing the wrongs against you, but… All of you deserve far more for what you have done."

Was he hesitant in asking this of Fefnir and the others? Most Certainly. If he was human, he doubted his voice could have been clear. But thankfully, he wasn’t, and he had a bit more control over his emotions than that of his reploid counterparts of today, or the cybernetic enhanced humans alike.

But X's words made sense nonetheless. It was true that he personally could not see the value of his work, and he certainly didn't see himself as a hero at all. But if his father did... and if his father wanted to recognise his worth himself? Fefnir was for that.

He looked down at the bike as it was explained how it worked, Fefnir memorised the functions before hesitantly testing them. Well, at least he got the bike ON, so that was a start. It was a little nerve wracking at first, but Fighting Fefnir never turned down a challenge!

Noting his father's nervousness, the large ex-guardian turned to him and nodded with a smile on his face. If it was from X... he could accept it.

"I'd love that, ma--uh, father," whoops, he had slipped up again.

"Sorry, but your response was…" He trailed off, chuckling slightly once more.

Eventually though, X managed to respond properly.

"With your history with him? You’re probably right. Maybe if things had been different." He shrugged, letting go of the what if.

Underneath the ride chaser, X fiddled quickly, adjusting a few pieces here and there, making the seat raise, and slide back as far as it could, giving Fefnir the most leg room he could. For him, it’d be a tough task to control the chaser as he’d be hard pressed to touch both the pedals and the handlebars at the same time.

He listened intently, his heart heavy as he realized that they too had never been given the recognition that they deserved. Sliding out from underneath the chaser, X rose to rest on his elbows, looking up at the titan of a reploid.

"Fefnir, by all accounts you, your siblings, and your alters here on this world… Well, you all did similar tasks. You undertook missions on order of X, fake, or otherwise, protecting Neo Arcadia from her enemies." Even if they hadn’t been true enemies.

They had been loyal, suffering injuries that would have otherwise never been inflicted on them if they had not. He closed his eyes, remembering all the trials he’d made them suffer through, all the pain they’d had to deal with… He couldn’t imagine how much they;d been hurt when they had realized how much he’d cost them…

It felt good.

He had never sat on a machine that was meant to be ridden before, at least not one like this. It was a new experience entirely.

X's question, however, was a surprising one. He blinked at the blue reploid before he took on a confused expression. What exactly was the older reploid talking about?

"Forgive me, father, I don't understand what you mean?" Fefnir did not consider his work very noteworthy. He had simply done his job.... and he had done some things he was not the least bit proud of, as well.

"Well… Yes, maybe a little bit to get through." Levi nodded, she wasn’t opposed to the idea of breaking a little bit, something about it was ominous to her  "But before that, we have a lot of strange readings coming off of it."

"Zero, huh..." Fefnir was annoyed by that. He wished the Resistance would leave them alone, dammit.

"I feel like there is something in there, or rather... someone," it felt more like a presence than an actual bad reading from something.

Deciding to listen and let Fefnir guide him, as the other was more versed in these matters, the cyberelf did so, nodding to the red ex-Guardian.

He had listened to the other’s observation as well, and while he figured Fefnir was right about these things (it was he who strategized, after all), he couldn’t help but wonder where Weil’s strategies would differ. The man was strange, mad, would it affect how he approached his ‘problem’?

He figured they would have to wait and see.

"Alright." He agreed, quietly, then tilted his head slightly. "We should be sure to let them know about potential attacking points too, then, while we are at it."

For now, though, they should explore and keep an eye out for things of notice. Everything could be reported in bulk later.

"Do you want to slowly circle away from the elevator or would you prefer we just split terrain?"

The ex-guardian figured it'd be best to stick together.

He stayed silent for a moment before he nodded to Harpuia, "let's head up to the top of the base and survey things from above. If we spot anything, we'll know where to start on ground level."

The red cyberelf flew up as much as he was able to fly - it was still a strange sensation. In a way, he kind of envied Harpuia for having some experience in the field, but there was no time like the present!

They soon reached the floor, and he flinched, eyes closing, when the mutos reploid lit a flare. Turning off night vision for now, and waiting a little for his sight to readjust and for him not to feel like his head was swimming, he carefully took the flare and used this moment to adjust himself and place himself on his mental map. He had certainly not used the underground before, and he would definitely need to have a rough idea of where they were going.

He slowly let himself off the reploid to walk himself, trying to get a good look at the area around them to memorize its layout. If they were lost, he would at least have enough photographic memory fragments to go by and guide himself.

"If we are to continue my plan…" Conan started, carefully, as he took a good look at their surroundings. "We should continue with a bearing on southwest. Approximately six hundred meters. I am aiming for the outskirts of Sector X." He informed his companion, his eyes narrowed. He had soaked up the information given to him, but he was not liking it. Abandoning someone to their fate when it could be changed was never his thing, but the jackal’s words were of sound logic. Weil was able to reprogram reploids and, if he managed to  get his hands on the Dark Elf, he wouldn’t even need to tinker with them.

He had seen it before.

"I understand your reasoning. I agree, but I don’t like it." He informed, duly, although letting the other know on his feelings of the matter was of no benefit other than to inform the reploid that yes, for some reason, he did care about what happened to Anubis.

He cared about what happened to anyone, really-

Blinking, he looked at to where Anubis was pointing, then towards the pile of dumped bodies. He almost gulped. What did the reploid mean? “I’m afraid I don’t follow.” He said, flinching a little at his recent blatant honesty. This could not last beyond this situation.

He allowed the human to climb down on his own, though he almost would've preferred the child to stay seated on him. Wouldn't it have been safer? Maybe. But the human seemed to have a good grasp on what he was doing.

Funny. Fefnir had told him a different tale...

Conan not being impressed with his statement was unexpected, but the mutos reploid nodded to him regardless. It was best to face facts than to simply ignore the possibilities that were very, very real.

Catching the human's unease, he merely said, "do you remember what I said about my abilities being unique? I would stand back, if I were you."

The Lieutenant General summoned his staff from subspace and held it out in front of him. His optics glowed, as did his body, and like something out of a horror movie, the corpses responded.

One by one their optics lit up red, and those that could still walk and function began to move sluggishly out of the pile. At least ten of them in various stages of disrepair were able to slowly amble upright and stand to attention in front of the duo, though they wavered and wobbled in the darkness.

Anubis grabbed his staff and spun it, and the zombies all but vanished. With that done, the mutos reploid stopped glowing and put his staff away.

"As I said," he walked over to Conan and look around to see which direction was southwest, "the more corpses we find, the bigger the army."

Conan soon found that, even if he had looked for this trapdoor and managed to open it, he could have never used it anyway. It was made and outfitted for something much larger than he.

He let his mouth form a wry smile at that. 

Nodding, although not feeling any less awkward at the situation, Conan stepped on Anubis’ hand carefully and yet with ease and a quick pace. Once he had leverage, he clambered over to the reploid’s shoulder, adjusting himself so he was facing the same direction as Anubis rather than behind him. It was then he realized the reploid probably meant to take his hand and put him there himself, but there was no difference anyway.

How long had it been since he had let himself ride on someone’s shoulder like this, though? Surely, more than four hundred years ago.

It was borderline nostalgic, but he shook himself out of it.

He turned to Conan and nodded silently at his statement, and once he was sure the boy was secured, he quickly closed the hatch as quietly as he was able before climbing down the ladder into total darkness, except for his own glowing eyes.

There was an eerie silence down here, within the tunnels under Neo Arcadia. Few reploids ever came down here except to clean it, and most of those who did were mechaniloids built for that purpose. 

But Anubis was going to take no chances on that.

He felt the bottom of the ground touch his foot, and the mutos reploid let out a silent sigh of relief. There was a shifting sound and the grating sound of Anubis swiftly lighting a flare to serve as a light source (more for Conan's benefit than his own, as he could travel fine in the dark thanks to his sensors) which he then held up for Conan to take.

"Your plan should be able to be executed down here," he finally spoke, "these tunnels stretch under Neo Arcadia, though, while it is normally not monitored, we cannot take that chance as I imagine Weil would've thought of that."

There were likely spies down here, even so.

"Therefore..." he turned to the human with a serious look, "should I be captured; run. Don't think twice about it. I know what that human or the Judges is doing to my kind, and I would not want to attack you."

That was for sure.

"Either way...." Anubis saw as he looked further down the rows that this area had been used as a bit of a dumping ground. There were reploid bodies everywhere... but for the mutos reploid...