Supreme Commander Signas

“S…Signas…”

Finally, someone close to him.  Someone who wouldn’t mind if he…if he…

X pushed himself to his feet, slipping and stumbling on papers, and lurched towards the Supreme Commander.  He launched himself at him, clinging onto the towering figure in a desperate hug–and, burying his face, he sobbed with abandon.

He must have looked very small to Signas’s eyes, he thought, small and helpless.  He didn’t look threatening in the slightest armored only in jeans, tennis shoes, a t-shirt, and an open overshirt.  He looked like a child.  

X was and always would be a bastion of what a hero should be among the Reploids. For him to be this vulnerable...especially out of his armor. Signas turned around and glared at any gawkers.

Suddenly everyone seemed they needed to be somewhere else and they disappeared, leaving just him and X. Well and Yoshio, but the assassin Reploid was out of sight and silent. He could be trusted not to comment.

Signas gently put both hands on X’s shoulder and just let him cry. Clearly something horrible had happened and only now was X allowed to vent. He waited a bit before he tried to speak to the clearly distraught Lightbot.

A year wasn’t a very long time in the life of someone who’d lived for eight hundred and seventy-seven of them, but a year was a long time to wait.  X knew he’d kept his friends and family waiting while he was off in the Multiverse, stuck in the dimensional distortion that wouldn’t quit.  He could imagine their reactions when they first saw him:  Ely would crush-hug him and kiss him until he couldn’t breathe; Zero would juts plain crush-hug him; even Axl would probably pick him up in a warm squeeze.  

No one was home when X arrived back at Maverick Hunter HQ.  He checked each of their dormitories, and the dispatch records:  all three of them were out on mission.

Oh.  Well.  That was part of the life, after all.  Being a Maverick Hunter meant being called away at a moment’s notice to fight, to protect the people.  The world didn’t stop just because Brigadier General X Light had finally returned home.

X found himself wandering the halls of the base still carrying his armor in a duffel bag slung over his shoulder.  Now that he was back in his home world, a single push of a button could have sent it back to the armory, but he’d long since gotten used to its weight.  He’d also long since gotten used to the sense of paranoia of losing his armor, because if he lost it in another world, he’d never get it back.  This armor was precious to him; his long-dead father had made it.  It was how he protected people.

He walked past the command center, ignoring the shouts of the operators who recognized him and continuing up the hall.  He walked past his dormitory, not stopping, even though he was exhausted and needed a charge, badly.  He walked to his personal office, and stopped, frowning.  People had still been shoving paperwork under his door while he was gone; now, as he could see through the windows, his entire office was carpeted with papers.

X opened the door to the office with some difficulty; it was a little stuck from all the paper jammed under it.  He left the door open; no use in fighting with it a second time.  He stepped inside, and stopped.

Why was he here, again?  Why had he come here?  What was he doing…?

“Oh my God.”

It hit him, then.  This was his office.  His office.  He was home.  He was really, actually home.

Just in time for a junior Hunter to nearly crash right into him. Luckily, the Cainbot had shot an arm out and stopped the much smaller Reploid from colliding with his commander. Not that it seemed to phase the other Reploid, who immediately was jabbering. 

“SIR SIR! GENERAL X HAS COME BACK!”

Signas’s processor stopped for a moment. X had finally returned home? After a whole year of being missing. The last time Signas had even heard from X was a brief message about him being thrown around the multiverse.

And now he was back home. Finally, after all this time. Signas’s blue eyes dropped down as he steadied the Hunter. ‘Where?”

“He’s in his office sir!” The Hunter yelped when he was pushed aside. Signas had determination in his step and he barely even registered Yoshio’s stealthy following.

The Cainbot’s long strides found him in X’s office door in short time. And he was shocked to find X sobbing in the middle of it all.

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