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@heavybot
Broadcasting this signal to Neutral bots in the area...
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[Receiving Signal]
[. . .]
[New Mission]: Investigate Signal
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@signallxst VS @heavybot
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Me and my characters have placed ours:
2 - 3
3-7
(just, uh- just bringing this back, in light of recent events.)
"Sᴛᴀᴛᴇ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴢᴇʀɪᴀʟ ɴᴜᴍʙᴇʀ ᴜɴᴅ ᴀssᴏᴄɪᴀᴛɪᴏɴ." --[@signallxst]--
[Receiving Transmission]
The HeavyBot turned around at the command and acknowledged the Medicbot behind it. The command was a Grey Mann directive, but no loyal Bot that the HeavyBot had met ever transmitted with an accent.
[New Subject Identified] : Medicbot Model #G2700-M
[Retrieving Data]
[Displaying File] : Model #G2700-M manufactured [0.8 years ago]; 500 Units deployed to [Manufacturing Station 27-Alpha]; 100 Units deployed [0.3 years ago] to battlefield [Manhattan]
[Displaying Current Registered Medicbot Model #G2700-M] : 352 at [Manufacturing Station 27-Alpha]
[Confirm Authorization]
"I am HeavyBot Model #G3000+, Serial Number #85776.
"Command: Identify your Serial Number Medicbot #G2700-M."
Medicbot stood alert while watching closely the bigger one's movements. It decided keeping the guard high up was a necessary precautionary measure near the new meet wall-of-metal (mostly based on the previous encounters with a different bot).
Hands clasped together, the support bot waited patiently the short moment while Heavybot stayed silent and visibly reanimated once It got an answer.
"Hᴀʟʟᴏ, #85776, ᴍʏ Zᴇʀɪᴀʟ Nᴜᴍʙᴇʀ ɪsᴛ #05120387" "Sᴛᴀᴛᴇ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴀssᴏᴄɪᴀᴛɪᴏɴ."
It made sure to note every piece of information, for later use. Just please, let it not be another neutral defect.
(Collapsed Reblogs)
[Traitor]
[Defect]
[Traitor]
[Defect]
Traitor
traitor
Traitor
[Err-TRAITOR!!??
"I AM NOT A TRAITOR!! I am loyal to Grey Mann ALL HAIL THE MAKER!!
"Medicbot #05120387, you are the one rejecting [Authorization Codes]. You are the TRAITOR!"
Blind with rage, Heavybot swiped ferociously at the Medibot in front of it.
[Erro-to hell with those Error codes! Heavybot did not have time for Error codes slowing it down. It needed to destroy this defective, traitorous bot as soon as possible!
It wasn't [Defective]! It wasn't a [Traitor]!
And it wasn't going to stand for the existence of these [Neutral Bots] any longer.
"Sᴛᴀᴛᴇ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴢᴇʀɪᴀʟ ɴᴜᴍʙᴇʀ ᴜɴᴅ ᴀssᴏᴄɪᴀᴛɪᴏɴ." --[@signallxst]--
[Receiving Transmission]
The HeavyBot turned around at the command and acknowledged the Medicbot behind it. The command was a Grey Mann directive, but no loyal Bot that the HeavyBot had met ever transmitted with an accent.
[New Subject Identified] : Medicbot Model #G2700-M
[Retrieving Data]
[Displaying File] : Model #G2700-M manufactured [0.8 years ago]; 500 Units deployed to [Manufacturing Station 27-Alpha]; 100 Units deployed [0.3 years ago] to battlefield [Manhattan]
[Displaying Current Registered Medicbot Model #G2700-M] : 352 at [Manufacturing Station 27-Alpha]
[Confirm Authorization]
"I am HeavyBot Model #G3000+, Serial Number #85776.
"Command: Identify your Serial Number Medicbot #G2700-M."
Medicbot stood alert while watching closely the bigger one's movements. It decided keeping the guard high up was a necessary precautionary measure near the new meet wall-of-metal (mostly based on the previous encounters with a different bot).
Hands clasped together, the support bot waited patiently the short moment while Heavybot stayed silent and visibly reanimated once It got an answer.
"Hᴀʟʟᴏ, #85776, ᴍʏ Zᴇʀɪᴀʟ Nᴜᴍʙᴇʀ ɪsᴛ #05120387" "Sᴛᴀᴛᴇ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴀssᴏᴄɪᴀᴛɪᴏɴ."
It made sure to note every piece of information, for later use. Just please, let it not be another neutral defect.
[Authorization Received]
[Confirming Authorization] : Medicbot Model #G2700-M Serial Number #05120387 deployed [0.3 years ago] to battlefield [Manhattan]
[Current Status of Unit] : Unknown; Last transmission received [0.3 years ago] at battlefield [Manhattan]
[. . .]
[Command Accepted]
"My Allegiance lies with Grey Mann. ALL HAIL THE MAKER!
"Medicbot #05120387, your status is [Unknown] in the database.
"Command: Explain this status."
Another Gray-loyal bot. It couldn't believe Its luck. Not only that, but a heavyweapons unit as well. A worthy companion in place so densely surrounded by humans and traitor bots alike.
"Aɴᴜʜᴢᴀ Gʀᴀʏ ʙᴏᴛ" It repeated Its thoughts aloud, in complete awe, like It just found some long-forgotten treasure. "Iᴛ's ᴠᴜɴᴅᴇʀғᴜʟ. Iᴛ's ᴍᴏʀᴇ ᴢʜᴀɴ ᴠᴜɴᴅᴇʀғᴜʟ, ɪᴛ's Pᴇʀғᴇᴋᴛ!"
The thing which cooled down Its enthusiasm was the information followed by the request.
Was it really?
...
. . .
It really was.
"I sᴜᴘᴘᴏsᴇ... Sɪɴᴄᴇ I ᴠᴀs ᴜɴᴀʙʟᴇ ᴛᴏ ʀᴇᴘᴏʀᴛ ʙᴀᴄᴋ ᴠɪᴛʜ ᴍᴇɪɴ ᴀssɪɢɴᴇᴅ ᴘᴀʀᴛɴᴇʀ ɪɴ ᴀ ᴠᴀʟɪᴅ ғʀᴀᴍᴇ ᴏғ ᴛɪᴍᴇ ᴀғᴛᴇʀ ᴢᴇ ʙᴀᴛᴛʟᴇ I ᴠᴀs..."
Medibot stopped Itself from saying that. No. It was not true. They both had to be too far away to receive a clear signal.
"Yᴏᴜ ᴀʀᴇ ʀᴇᴄᴇɪᴠɪɴɢ ᴅᴀᴍᴀɢᴇᴅ ᴅᴀᴛᴀ. Mʏ sᴛᴀᴛᴜs ɪᴢ sᴛɪʟʟ ᴅᴇᴘʟᴏʏᴇᴅ ɪɴ ʙᴀᴛᴛʟᴇ."
The HeavyBot's glowed brighter in satisfaction for half a second, until they abruptly dimmed again.
[Receiving Explanation] [Running Signal Diagnostic] : No Errors found [Running Data Diagnostic] : No Errors found [Conclusion] : Medicbot #05120387 is experiencing an Error
"Medicbot #05120387, there is an [Error] in your data; My internal diagnostics indicate that there are no [Errors] in my data. "Recommendation: Run a self-diagnostic."
"Zʜᴇʀᴇ's ɴᴏ ɴᴇᴇᴅ ғüʀ sᴇʟғ-ᴅɪᴀɢɴᴏsᴛɪᴄs. Dᴀᴍᴀɢᴇ ᴅᴏɴᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴍʏ sʏsᴛᴇᴍs ʜᴀs ɴᴏ ᴇғғᴇᴄᴛ ᴏɴ ᴍʏ ғᴜɴᴄᴛɪᴏɴᴀʟɪᴛʏ."
Technically a lie, it did affect Its performance in many critical ways, but none touched Its ability to broadcast and receive both short and long signals.
Or so It told Itself enough times to believe it.
"Dᴏ ɴᴏᴛ ǫᴜᴇsᴛɪᴏɴ ᴍʏ ғᴜɴᴄᴛɪᴏɴᴀʟɪᴛʏ ᴀɢᴀɪɴ. Zʜɪs ɪᴢ ɴᴏᴛ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴠᴏᴄᴀᴛɪᴏɴ ɴᴏʀ ᴀʀᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴍʏ ᴀssɪɢɴᴇᴅ ᴘᴀʀᴛɴᴇʀ ᴛᴏ ᴄᴀʀᴇ ғüʀ sᴜᴄʜ-ᴀ ᴢʜɪɴɢ, #85776"
It crossed Its arms, awaiting confirmation. One way to ruin the first impression.
[Receiving Explanation] : Medicbot #05120387 is refusing self-diagnostic recommendation
[Logical Fallacy Detected]
[Receiving Command]
[Hypothesis.1] : Medicbot #05120387 is [Defective]
[Hypothesis.2] : Medicbot #05120387 is [Neutral Bot]
[Conclusion] : Confirm [Hypothesis]; IF [Hypothesis] = Y, THEN [Command] = N
[Confirming Hypothesis]
"Medicbot #05120387, there are no [Errors] in my data; there are no [Errors] in my [Signal Transceiver].
"Command: Run [Self-Diagnostic]
"[Command Authorization #85776-G-Alpha]"
"Dᴏ ɴᴏᴛ ᴘᴜʟʟ ᴢᴇ ᴀᴜᴛʜᴏʀɪᴢᴀsɪᴏɴ ᴏɴ ᴍᴇ, Hᴇʀʀ Hᴇᴀᴠʏʙᴏᴛ." The damaged bot warned in an even more serious tone, voice thick with accent.
Of course, the bigger robot had no errors in its Self-Diagnostic results. Just from looking at it, the medicbot knew it was almost factory-new, with no traces of imperfectionsWhy wouldn't it leave--
"Yᴏᴜ ᴅᴏ ɴᴏᴛ ʜᴏʟᴅ ᴀɴʏ ᴀᴜᴛʜᴏʀɪᴛʏ ʜᴇʀᴇ. Uɴʟᴇss sᴘᴇᴄɪғɪᴇᴅ ᴏᴠᴇʀᴡɪsᴇ ʙʏ ᴢᴇ ʜɪɢʜᴇʀ ʙᴏᴛ, I ʀᴇғᴜsᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴀᴄᴋɴᴏᴡʟᴇᴅɢᴇ ᴀɴʏ ᴏʀᴅᴇʀ ᴏᴜᴛsɪᴅᴇ ᴏᴜʀ ᴏʙᴊᴇᴄᴛɪᴠᴇ"
The HeavyBot's metal ushanka atop it's head lowered to partially cover its eyes, turning the passive red eyelights into a much more ominous glow.
[Error] : Medicbot #05120387 has rejected command
[Logical Fallacies detected] : 3
[Updating Data] : Medicbot #05120387 is [Defective]
[Execute Protocol Dismember]
"Medicbot #05120387, you are [Defective].
"Command: Power down immediately for [Decommission].
"[Command Authorization #85776-G-Alpha].
"Failure to comply will result in forceful [Dismemberment]. You have [5 seconds] to comply."
Everyone place your bets on
@signallxst VS @heavybot
--------
Me and my characters have placed ours:
2 - 3
3-7

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"Sᴛᴀᴛᴇ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴢᴇʀɪᴀʟ ɴᴜᴍʙᴇʀ ᴜɴᴅ ᴀssᴏᴄɪᴀᴛɪᴏɴ." --[@signallxst]--
[Receiving Transmission]
The HeavyBot turned around at the command and acknowledged the Medicbot behind it. The command was a Grey Mann directive, but no loyal Bot that the HeavyBot had met ever transmitted with an accent.
[New Subject Identified] : Medicbot Model #G2700-M
[Retrieving Data]
[Displaying File] : Model #G2700-M manufactured [0.8 years ago]; 500 Units deployed to [Manufacturing Station 27-Alpha]; 100 Units deployed [0.3 years ago] to battlefield [Manhattan]
[Displaying Current Registered Medicbot Model #G2700-M] : 352 at [Manufacturing Station 27-Alpha]
[Confirm Authorization]
"I am HeavyBot Model #G3000+, Serial Number #85776.
"Command: Identify your Serial Number Medicbot #G2700-M."
Medicbot stood alert while watching closely the bigger one's movements. It decided keeping the guard high up was a necessary precautionary measure near the new meet wall-of-metal (mostly based on the previous encounters with a different bot).
Hands clasped together, the support bot waited patiently the short moment while Heavybot stayed silent and visibly reanimated once It got an answer.
"Hᴀʟʟᴏ, #85776, ᴍʏ Zᴇʀɪᴀʟ Nᴜᴍʙᴇʀ ɪsᴛ #05120387" "Sᴛᴀᴛᴇ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴀssᴏᴄɪᴀᴛɪᴏɴ."
It made sure to note every piece of information, for later use. Just please, let it not be another neutral defect.
[Authorization Received]
[Confirming Authorization] : Medicbot Model #G2700-M Serial Number #05120387 deployed [0.3 years ago] to battlefield [Manhattan]
[Current Status of Unit] : Unknown; Last transmission received [0.3 years ago] at battlefield [Manhattan]
[. . .]
[Command Accepted]
"My Allegiance lies with Grey Mann. ALL HAIL THE MAKER!
"Medicbot #05120387, your status is [Unknown] in the database.
"Command: Explain this status."
Another Gray-loyal bot. It couldn't believe Its luck. Not only that, but a heavyweapons unit as well. A worthy companion in place so densely surrounded by humans and traitor bots alike.
"Aɴᴜʜᴢᴀ Gʀᴀʏ ʙᴏᴛ" It repeated Its thoughts aloud, in complete awe, like It just found some long-forgotten treasure. "Iᴛ's ᴠᴜɴᴅᴇʀғᴜʟ. Iᴛ's ᴍᴏʀᴇ ᴢʜᴀɴ ᴠᴜɴᴅᴇʀғᴜʟ, ɪᴛ's Pᴇʀғᴇᴋᴛ!"
The thing which cooled down Its enthusiasm was the information followed by the request.
Was it really?
...
. . .
It really was.
"I sᴜᴘᴘᴏsᴇ... Sɪɴᴄᴇ I ᴠᴀs ᴜɴᴀʙʟᴇ ᴛᴏ ʀᴇᴘᴏʀᴛ ʙᴀᴄᴋ ᴠɪᴛʜ ᴍᴇɪɴ ᴀssɪɢɴᴇᴅ ᴘᴀʀᴛɴᴇʀ ɪɴ ᴀ ᴠᴀʟɪᴅ ғʀᴀᴍᴇ ᴏғ ᴛɪᴍᴇ ᴀғᴛᴇʀ ᴢᴇ ʙᴀᴛᴛʟᴇ I ᴠᴀs..."
Medibot stopped Itself from saying that. No. It was not true. They both had to be too far away to receive a clear signal.
"Yᴏᴜ ᴀʀᴇ ʀᴇᴄᴇɪᴠɪɴɢ ᴅᴀᴍᴀɢᴇᴅ ᴅᴀᴛᴀ. Mʏ sᴛᴀᴛᴜs ɪᴢ sᴛɪʟʟ ᴅᴇᴘʟᴏʏᴇᴅ ɪɴ ʙᴀᴛᴛʟᴇ."
The HeavyBot's glowed brighter in satisfaction for half a second, until they abruptly dimmed again.
[Receiving Explanation] [Running Signal Diagnostic] : No Errors found [Running Data Diagnostic] : No Errors found [Conclusion] : Medicbot #05120387 is experiencing an Error
"Medicbot #05120387, there is an [Error] in your data; My internal diagnostics indicate that there are no [Errors] in my data. "Recommendation: Run a self-diagnostic."
"Zʜᴇʀᴇ's ɴᴏ ɴᴇᴇᴅ ғüʀ sᴇʟғ-ᴅɪᴀɢɴᴏsᴛɪᴄs. Dᴀᴍᴀɢᴇ ᴅᴏɴᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴍʏ sʏsᴛᴇᴍs ʜᴀs ɴᴏ ᴇғғᴇᴄᴛ ᴏɴ ᴍʏ ғᴜɴᴄᴛɪᴏɴᴀʟɪᴛʏ."
Technically a lie, it did affect Its performance in many critical ways, but none touched Its ability to broadcast and receive both short and long signals.
Or so It told Itself enough times to believe it.
"Dᴏ ɴᴏᴛ ǫᴜᴇsᴛɪᴏɴ ᴍʏ ғᴜɴᴄᴛɪᴏɴᴀʟɪᴛʏ ᴀɢᴀɪɴ. Zʜɪs ɪᴢ ɴᴏᴛ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴠᴏᴄᴀᴛɪᴏɴ ɴᴏʀ ᴀʀᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴍʏ ᴀssɪɢɴᴇᴅ ᴘᴀʀᴛɴᴇʀ ᴛᴏ ᴄᴀʀᴇ ғüʀ sᴜᴄʜ-ᴀ ᴢʜɪɴɢ, #85776"
It crossed Its arms, awaiting confirmation. One way to ruin the first impression.
[Receiving Explanation] : Medicbot #05120387 is refusing self-diagnostic recommendation
[Logical Fallacy Detected]
[Receiving Command]
[Hypothesis.1] : Medicbot #05120387 is [Defective]
[Hypothesis.2] : Medicbot #05120387 is [Neutral Bot]
[Conclusion] : Confirm [Hypothesis]; IF [Hypothesis] = Y, THEN [Command] = N
[Confirming Hypothesis]
"Medicbot #05120387, there are no [Errors] in my data; there are no [Errors] in my [Signal Transceiver].
"Command: Run [Self-Diagnostic]
"[Command Authorization #85776-G-Alpha]"
"Sᴛᴀᴛᴇ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴢᴇʀɪᴀʟ ɴᴜᴍʙᴇʀ ᴜɴᴅ ᴀssᴏᴄɪᴀᴛɪᴏɴ." --[@signallxst]--
[Receiving Transmission]
The HeavyBot turned around at the command and acknowledged the Medicbot behind it. The command was a Grey Mann directive, but no loyal Bot that the HeavyBot had met ever transmitted with an accent.
[New Subject Identified] : Medicbot Model #G2700-M
[Retrieving Data]
[Displaying File] : Model #G2700-M manufactured [0.8 years ago]; 500 Units deployed to [Manufacturing Station 27-Alpha]; 100 Units deployed [0.3 years ago] to battlefield [Manhattan]
[Displaying Current Registered Medicbot Model #G2700-M] : 352 at [Manufacturing Station 27-Alpha]
[Confirm Authorization]
"I am HeavyBot Model #G3000+, Serial Number #85776.
"Command: Identify your Serial Number Medicbot #G2700-M."
Medicbot stood alert while watching closely the bigger one's movements. It decided keeping the guard high up was a necessary precautionary measure near the new meet wall-of-metal (mostly based on the previous encounters with a different bot).
Hands clasped together, the support bot waited patiently the short moment while Heavybot stayed silent and visibly reanimated once It got an answer.
"Hᴀʟʟᴏ, #85776, ᴍʏ Zᴇʀɪᴀʟ Nᴜᴍʙᴇʀ ɪsᴛ #05120387" "Sᴛᴀᴛᴇ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴀssᴏᴄɪᴀᴛɪᴏɴ."
It made sure to note every piece of information, for later use. Just please, let it not be another neutral defect.
[Authorization Received]
[Confirming Authorization] : Medicbot Model #G2700-M Serial Number #05120387 deployed [0.3 years ago] to battlefield [Manhattan]
[Current Status of Unit] : Unknown; Last transmission received [0.3 years ago] at battlefield [Manhattan]
[. . .]
[Command Accepted]
"My Allegiance lies with Grey Mann. ALL HAIL THE MAKER!
"Medicbot #05120387, your status is [Unknown] in the database.
"Command: Explain this status."
Another Gray-loyal bot. It couldn't believe Its luck. Not only that, but a heavyweapons unit as well. A worthy companion in place so densely surrounded by humans and traitor bots alike.
"Aɴᴜʜᴢᴀ Gʀᴀʏ ʙᴏᴛ" It repeated Its thoughts aloud, in complete awe, like It just found some long-forgotten treasure. "Iᴛ's ᴠᴜɴᴅᴇʀғᴜʟ. Iᴛ's ᴍᴏʀᴇ ᴢʜᴀɴ ᴠᴜɴᴅᴇʀғᴜʟ, ɪᴛ's Pᴇʀғᴇᴋᴛ!"
The thing which cooled down Its enthusiasm was the information followed by the request.
Was it really?
...
. . .
It really was.
"I sᴜᴘᴘᴏsᴇ... Sɪɴᴄᴇ I ᴠᴀs ᴜɴᴀʙʟᴇ ᴛᴏ ʀᴇᴘᴏʀᴛ ʙᴀᴄᴋ ᴠɪᴛʜ ᴍᴇɪɴ ᴀssɪɢɴᴇᴅ ᴘᴀʀᴛɴᴇʀ ɪɴ ᴀ ᴠᴀʟɪᴅ ғʀᴀᴍᴇ ᴏғ ᴛɪᴍᴇ ᴀғᴛᴇʀ ᴢᴇ ʙᴀᴛᴛʟᴇ I ᴠᴀs..."
Medibot stopped Itself from saying that. No. It was not true. They both had to be too far away to receive a clear signal.
"Yᴏᴜ ᴀʀᴇ ʀᴇᴄᴇɪᴠɪɴɢ ᴅᴀᴍᴀɢᴇᴅ ᴅᴀᴛᴀ. Mʏ sᴛᴀᴛᴜs ɪᴢ sᴛɪʟʟ ᴅᴇᴘʟᴏʏᴇᴅ ɪɴ ʙᴀᴛᴛʟᴇ."
The HeavyBot's glowed brighter in satisfaction for half a second, until they abruptly dimmed again.
[Receiving Explanation] [Running Signal Diagnostic] : No Errors found [Running Data Diagnostic] : No Errors found [Conclusion] : Medicbot #05120387 is experiencing an Error
"Medicbot #05120387, there is an [Error] in your data; My internal diagnostics indicate that there are no [Errors] in my data. "Recommendation: Run a self-diagnostic."
*As Soldier finished up feeding the raccoons, watching the last of them scamper away to whatever chaos they were to cause, he started heading back around to the front of the base. It paused to watch the setting sun for a moment, smiling gently. Once the sun had nearly sunk behind the horizon, it continued and turned the corner.
And standing there was a Heavybot.*
O-oh- Hey. You’re one of those neutral bots, right? What’re you doing all the way over here?
@heavybot
They HeavyBot stared down at the organic in front of it, it's red eyes seeming to burn into him.
[Terminate Terrain Mapping Protocol]
[Analyzing Target] : Organic Mercenary
[Execute Protocol MvM]
.
The metal ushanka atop the red HeavyBot's head lowered slightly, partially shading its eyes and giving them a much more sinister glow.
It played one of its many audio voice recordings. The voice was distorted and deep, and the message was not one of friendship.
"I am going to kill you and kill you and kill you."
Then it brought down a behemoth-sized metal fist.
*If Solly hadn’t already been on high alert when the bot approached, he wouldn’t have been able to dodge the punch, and even then it was cutting it close. He quickly backed up, creating some distance between him and his assailant.*
I knew it! I knew one of you would turn!! Don’t come any closer tin can, or you’ll be in a world of pain!!
*Solly put on the confident front as he tried to find something to use as a weapon. He should’ve been armed. Should’ve been careful. And now he’s going to die. His team- his family- is going to die. He should have been careful.*
The robot moved surprisingly fast for its large stature, and quickly closed the gap the Soldier had attempted to create between the two.
"𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚌𝚊𝚗𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚑𝚒𝚍𝚎, 𝚌𝚘𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚍!" Another distorted voice line stolen from the organic Heavy sounded from the metal monstrosity as it loomed once more over the weaker organic.
A massive metal fist swiped towards the Soldier, catching it in the jaw and knocking them to the ground. Following soon after, it raised both fists together to bring them down onto the prone Soldier with enough force to crush ribs.
"Sᴛᴀᴛᴇ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴢᴇʀɪᴀʟ ɴᴜᴍʙᴇʀ ᴜɴᴅ ᴀssᴏᴄɪᴀᴛɪᴏɴ." --[@signallxst]--
[Receiving Transmission]
The HeavyBot turned around at the command and acknowledged the Medicbot behind it. The command was a Grey Mann directive, but no loyal Bot that the HeavyBot had met ever transmitted with an accent.
[New Subject Identified] : Medicbot Model #G2700-M
[Retrieving Data]
[Displaying File] : Model #G2700-M manufactured [0.8 years ago]; 500 Units deployed to [Manufacturing Station 27-Alpha]; 100 Units deployed [0.3 years ago] to battlefield [Manhattan]
[Displaying Current Registered Medicbot Model #G2700-M] : 352 at [Manufacturing Station 27-Alpha]
[Confirm Authorization]
"I am HeavyBot Model #G3000+, Serial Number #85776.
"Command: Identify your Serial Number Medicbot #G2700-M."
Medicbot stood alert while watching closely the bigger one's movements. It decided keeping the guard high up was a necessary precautionary measure near the new meet wall-of-metal (mostly based on the previous encounters with a different bot).
Hands clasped together, the support bot waited patiently the short moment while Heavybot stayed silent and visibly reanimated once It got an answer.
"Hᴀʟʟᴏ, #85776, ᴍʏ Zᴇʀɪᴀʟ Nᴜᴍʙᴇʀ ɪsᴛ #05120387" "Sᴛᴀᴛᴇ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴀssᴏᴄɪᴀᴛɪᴏɴ."
It made sure to note every piece of information, for later use. Just please, let it not be another neutral defect.
[Authorization Received]
[Confirming Authorization] : Medicbot Model #G2700-M Serial Number #05120387 deployed [0.3 years ago] to battlefield [Manhattan]
[Current Status of Unit] : Unknown; Last transmission received [0.3 years ago] at battlefield [Manhattan]
[. . .]
[Command Accepted]
"My Allegiance lies with Grey Mann. ALL HAIL THE MAKER!
"Medicbot #05120387, your status is [Unknown] in the database.
"Command: Explain this status."
"Sᴛᴀᴛᴇ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴢᴇʀɪᴀʟ ɴᴜᴍʙᴇʀ ᴜɴᴅ ᴀssᴏᴄɪᴀᴛɪᴏɴ." --[@signallxst]--
[Receiving Transmission]
The HeavyBot turned around at the command and acknowledged the Medicbot behind it. The command was a Grey Mann directive, but no loyal Bot that the HeavyBot had met ever transmitted with an accent.
[New Subject Identified] : Medicbot Model #G2700-M
[Retrieving Data]
[Displaying File] : Model #G2700-M manufactured [0.8 years ago]; 500 Units deployed to [Manufacturing Station 27-Alpha]; 100 Units deployed [0.3 years ago] to battlefield [Manhattan]
[Displaying Current Registered Medicbot Model #G2700-M] : 352 at [Manufacturing Station 27-Alpha]
[Confirm Authorization]
"I am HeavyBot Model #G3000+, Serial Number #85776.
"Command: Identify your Serial Number Medicbot #G2700-M."

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Well heavybot... dimension hoppers are people who travel around dimensions with some reason in mind most of the time... others do it for fun... but for me... i do it to find other people to talk to because sometimes it gets lonely at home cuz the area i live in is quiet most of the time...
Its nice t' meet ya tho!
[Receiving Transmission]
[Analyzing Information]
[Accessing Database] : Level 1 clearance required
[Access Denied]
[Updating Personal Database] : Dimension hopper
[Analyzing Strategic Value] : 96%
[Gather More Intelligence]
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"You are a [dimension hopper].
"Query: How do you travel between dimensions?"
*As Soldier finished up feeding the raccoons, watching the last of them scamper away to whatever chaos they were to cause, he started heading back around to the front of the base. It paused to watch the setting sun for a moment, smiling gently. Once the sun had nearly sunk behind the horizon, it continued and turned the corner.
And standing there was a Heavybot.*
O-oh- Hey. You’re one of those neutral bots, right? What’re you doing all the way over here?
@heavybot
They HeavyBot stared down at the organic in front of it, it's red eyes seeming to burn into him.
[Terminate Terrain Mapping Protocol]
[Analyzing Target] : Organic Mercenary
[Execute Protocol MvM]
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The metal ushanka atop the red HeavyBot's head lowered slightly, partially shading its eyes and giving them a much more sinister glow.
It played one of its many audio voice recordings. The voice was distorted and deep, and the message was not one of friendship.
"I am going to kill you and kill you and kill you."
Then it brought down a behemoth-sized metal fist.
Well im a friendly being who travels dimensions to talk to ppl!
I mean no harm!
[Receiving Transmission]
[Analyzing Information]
[...]
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"Clarify: What is the meaning of [travels dimensions]?"
[Approaching Target]
A large robot approaches a small red shed near one of the battlegrounds. It is a red HeavyBot, but unlike the masses of identical models, this one is wearing a metal ushanka atop its head which sets it apart as different.
It holds its large minigun out at the ready, lest it is attacked; it is in enemy territory, after all.
[Begin Protocol Trojan Y/N] : Y
[Preparing System Parameters]
[Calculating Possible Outcomes]
[Preparing Hypothetical Subroutines]
[…]
[Executing Protocol Trojan]
It was far from difficult hearing the metal footsteps approaching his shed. It was time to assume the worst now, that he was here on his own, soon to be facing what could be recognised as a heavybot.
Staying inside his shed, he took a good look around at the place he made his own. If this was going to go down again, he wanted to remember it as it was now; a home to cherish. Unfortunately, despite his greatest wish to stay inside and listen to his radio so he could forget his worries for a while, he had to face it.
The threat was here…
And he was prepared for it. His rifle was loaded and a testament written down on the fly if he was never to function in case he went down.
Ah…no, he wasn’t ready. This was the last he wanted, why did he send out that damn broadcast? It was reckless and idiotic of him! Of letting himself be hopeful over the community of bots slowly establishing.
What would happen to them, to Courage, Hope, and even little ‘roo?
This threat wouldn’t go after them, right?
Please…if he died, please, if someone could hear him…please keep them outta harm’s way.
Courage, Hope, Anklebiter, ‘roo…
The clock was ticking…time to leave, Tone.
His eyes turned orange, and after five long minutes spent altogether in there, he came out; rifle at his hands, prepared to fire if he must.
“Congratulations, you came all the way here…”
The HeavyBot paused in its advance.
[Target Identified] : Sniperbot Model G129A
[Retrieving Data]
Displaying File] : Model G125A deployed [1.5 years ago] to battlefield [Barren]
[Displaying Current Registered Sniperbot Model G125A] : 0
[Hypothesis] : Target is [Neutral Bot]
[Confirm Hypothesis] : Execute Hypothetical Subroutine Delta-A
[…]
“Salutation response, Sniperbot Model G125A. I am HeavyBot Model G3000+, Serial Number #85776.
“Query: Are you designation [Neutral Bot]?”
”I no longer carry that model name, Heavybot G3000+, Serial Number #85776.“ He spoke with a bitter monotone tone at the mention of those numbers, and anything resembling his past where he once had a purpose to serve. Mercy upon anyone who tried dragging him back to that life.
He corrected his Hawaiian shirt, a yellow one with cute patterns of pineapples and coconuts, and took a stance back. A second passed, then three.
”But since you asked /politely/, I’ll confirm that statement and remain neutral. If you attempt anything I’ll regard as a hostile act, I’ll kindly ask you to leave. Maybe you’ll get away with a warning shot if you are lucky.“
[Hypothesis Confirmed] : Target is [Neutral Bot]
[Terminate Traitor Y/N] : _
[…]
[…]
[…]
[Confirm Relevance] : Target deployed signal
[Hypothesis] : Target has made contact with other [Neutral Bots]
[Terminate Traitor Y/N] : N
[Execute Hypothetical Subroutine Omega-G]
It performed the series of calculations within the span of a second, then strategically lowered its weapon so as to appear less threatening.
“I am also neutral, Sniperbot Model G125A. I am answering the signal to all [Neutral Bots].”
Taking another step back, he raised the rifle more up to explain that he was not entirely convinced through body language. What irked him the most was the model number still displayed in that voice command. This was an unsettling one, neutral or not, and rather than following his own quick calculations, he settled to rely on his gifted instincts. Those orange eyes of his flashed brighter this time.
“Sniperbot, and I won’t repeat myself. Drop the weapon.”
A simple test planned out on the fly should give more details of this robot’s character.
“Your communicator should be in good condition to recieve transmissions. Correct me if I’m mistaken, and elaborate why.”
[Analyzing Target] : Hostility, Fear, Hesitation
[Probability Of Mission Success If Compliant With Target Commands] : 73%
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[New Vocabulary Received]
[Updating Vocabulary]
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[New Behavioural Data Received]
[Updating Behavioural Protocols]
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“Very well… Sniperbot.”
It drops the minigun to the ground in front of it, returning its arms to its sides.
“My receiver unit is fully functional. That is how I received your signal.”
It then waits to see how the Sniperbot reacts to its compliance, its cold, red eyes analyzing his every move.
“Yet you did not respond. You came all the way here without answering any of my attempts to reach out. Are you really as neutral you say you are?”
Minigun down, excellent. Wouldn’t say made the robot in front of him more reliable, but it was a simple start. A good one, he’d assume. So, he lowered his weapon slightly once again, stepping back once more.
His calculations would react along with the heavybot, take note to the sudden change and act more warm and welcoming. On the contrary, his instinct is still alerting him about how sudden the adjustment is. Not unwelcomed but stay on guard, Tone.
Another small test. He turned his back towards the bot and knelt down to poke at something in the ground.
“Also, you haven’t seen a red wire on your way here, have you?”
Perhaps he is overreacting and should consider toning down his hostility until further notice. The robots out here came all in different variations, so maybe this one was very recent and still adapting to its new environment?
…an SOS signal broadcasted from a different bot at this moment…
It is better to be safe than sorry, though. Deal with who is currently here and consider the patrol later, besides he was sure someone closer might help whoever broadcasted it.
“It was determined to be an unnecessary risk to respond to the transmission; the signal is not secure.” Replied the HeavyBot.
[Re-Analyzing Target] : Hostility decreased, Fear decreased, Trust increased
[Continue Hypothetical Subroutine Omega-G]
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“There is no red wire within the immediate perimeter.”
The HeavyBot continues to watch the other carefully, noting the sudden decrease in hostility; clearly its protocols were working. Suddenly it, too, began receiving an SOS signal.
[Receiving Signal]
[Analyzing Signal] : Distress Signal
[Triangulating Source]
[…]
[…]
[…]
[Signal Lost]
[Unable to Triangulate]
[Hypothesis] : Signal was from a [Neutral Bot]
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“A distress signal has just been received. Unable to triangulate.
“Query: Was it another [Neutral Bot]?”
It trains its steel gaze on the Sniperbot, awaiting his response.
He picked up a rusted nail from the ground and listened to what the heavybot said. Okay, not weaving up lies. Check, although my question was a white lie.
”Right. The signal. Would you care to elaborate why it ain’t secure?“
He snapped his head in heavybot’s direction, tilting his head slightly as he stood up. Another trick question, and maybe the last one of he grew satisfied with his answer.
At the response of the heavybot’s question, Sniperbot gave a nod while looking into the transmission, lifting a finger in the air.
”This seems okay…there is a bot near that area. I’m sure they’ll investigate that and broadcast the news back to us.“
The HeavyBot tilted its head at Sniperbot, almost as if it were confused. It seemed obvious why the broadcast was not secure.
[Analyzing Target Intelligence] : 50/100
[Hypothesis] : Target CPU damaged
“The signal is broadcasted on an open channel. Anything with a receiver can receive the broadcast.
“Query: does [Sniperbot] have a damaged CPU?”
Sniperbot tilts his head at that question. You know what, fair enough. Still gonna take a while to trust this bot.
”Who knows what parts in me are defect; where you gain some, you lose some. I read that in a magazine, a difficult object to analyse.
And regarding your question, I intended to broadcast it on an open channel, but it stretched out farther than I hoped for. Might blame it on my CPU in this case.“
He finally turns to face the heavybot, shrugging slightly. ”Why did you part with Gray?“
The HeavyBot looked up sharply at Sniperbot at the question, and then became very still and quiet. It stayed that way for so long that one might almost mistake it for inactive, if it wasn’t for the ominous red glow coming from its eyes.
[Query] : Why?
[Query] : Why?
[Query] : Why?
Why?
[Error] : [Logical Fallacy] in progress
[Solution] : Execute [Firewall Protocol]
[Executing Firewall Protocol]
[Purging All Logical Fallacies]
[Rebooting]
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[Analyzing Query]
[Formulating Response] : Deflect Query
Just as the silence was becoming too long to not be awkward, the HeavyBot stirred.
“Query: Why did Sniperbot defect?”
“I got struck by lightning and weird things occurred since then. Getting away from Gray was my first priority and it works…so far…”
Sniperbot crossed his arms slightly at your last part, staring into the heavybot’s ominous stare.
“Being defect ain’t necessarily a bad thing. You don’t live up to a rich fool’s standards for sure, but there are things about yourself you can appreciate or develop.
Did you think a Sniperbot could dance or even drive? No?…well, one can. I can.”
The HeavyBot’s eyelights flared for a moment.
[Terminate Traitor Y/N] : _
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N
[Confirm Relevance] : Target deployed signal;
Target may be in contact with other [Neutral Bots];
Target required to make contact with other [Neutral Bots]
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[Continue Protocol Trojan]
The HeavyBot’s posture relaxed as it dimmed its gaze. “I see. You have acquired programming irrelevant to your original design. This is illogical.
“I wish to observe your behaviour more. I will remain here to obtain more information.”
That was a polite way of pointing him out as abnormal, but Sniperbot didn’t need to have a say against it since he didn’t feel shame in such. The thing worrying him was the observation-part of this exchange. Obtain more information, and where would it be sent to? The phrasing of his sentence really made it seem like the heavybot was not here to only confront him but surveil him for something or someone.
Maybe itself, maybe another group of robots…
But Tone felt uneasy and tensed up, maybe not through his body language, but his eyes emits a faint orange light.
How could he describe this new feeling? Of starting to live under surveillance like this? Trapped? No…or?
”It makes sense if you are here to find yourself, but…right. I’ll take your word for being neutral.“ Uneasy as he sounds he turns towards his shed and really felt like walking back inside, but he couldn’t shake off the tingling sense of danger in the air so he stood there for a while, rebooted quickly in hope for this feeling to fade, then started to approached his shed.
ELLO!
[Receiving Transmission]
[Translating] : 'Hello'
[Formulating Response]
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"Salutations response, [jevs-fandom-area]. I am HeavyBot Model #G3000+ Serial Number #85776.
"Query: Are you [Neutral Bot]?"

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What if heavy had this
Which one are you specifying? Heavy himself or the heavybot (@heavybot ) in my backyard?
1. The guy himself
2. There's a robot in the backyard??
Confused jester noises
He would be more frightening than he already is and yes, there is one in my backyard.
[Analyzing Item] : 12-gauge shotgun with belt-fed ammunition
[Power] : Very high
[New Objective] : Aquire this weapon
I would like to stop you there, heavy-
Oi, someone wants to have a look at you, big guy.
"Query: What is the designation of the unit that wishes to examine me?"
...-points at @jevs-fandom-area -