Heavy Iron

Savannard: Heavy Iron…now that Planet Machina and Deus Machina are both gone...i’ve no reason to fight anymore!!

Heavy Iron: you might not have a reason, but I do…

Savannard: what?!

Heavy Iron: As the assault captain of the Star Guardians, you must have been ordered to attack a group of Wild Carbots, right? (TN: Saber Knight can be addressed as Vanguard Captain, Assault Captain/Leader. Kr:돌격대장)

Savannard: that's right. My orders were clear…break into their territory and eliminate them all……

Heavy iron: tell me. What exactly did you see at the Tyrant Temple when you had them cornered!!

Savannard: The Tyrant Temple…Inside the Tyrant Temple……

(Flashback)

Saber Knight: So the intel was accurate…

Cultist: O, Great God of Destruction!! awake from your slumber! Rain down the hammer of judgment upon those who plundered the land of moa

Saber knight: stop right there!

Cultist: A Star Guardian?! How did you get in here!!

Tachyon: Saber Knight?!

Saber Knight: Tachyon, what on earth do you think you're doing?!

Cultist: stop him!!

(End of flashback)

Savannard: that's right. My duty was to prevent that resurrection ritual from happening in the temple…!

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If you were on his end of the screen, you might as well observe him bringing his device uncomfortably close to his face to read your ask!

1. Yes. (Please do not come looking for me.)

2. Yes, apparently.

3. Do not call me ‘old’. I am still in my prime years.

Pulling out his props "Now lets get start-"

"Oh uhm-"

"Hold on lemme just" said as he slowly inches closer to the truck

"Erm-"

"Dont kill me plz-"

"ANYWAY!"

"Tone tags are used in text to make intentions and tones, clearer since they dont really exist in text" he says tapping the pointer on the board

The outlaw let out a small noise of surprise, which came out as a scoff as the shrimp attempted to put something up to his windscreen.

“What are you doing?”

Then there was then white thing the brat was dragging from who knows where, is there supposed to be writing on that? He assumes so with the writing on it. He couldn’t actually read what was on it, so he listened along attentively, though his unfocused gaze carried a slight hint of disinterest. The tapping noise kept him alert.

“Playfully stated, then. That makes sense.”

Also, that insult didn’t go unheard. He inched forward with each pause. He was still long before his elderly years! He was in the Cardbot equivalent of his Middle Ages!

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