#fatherofrobotmasters

Bass was silent as he looked at Wily, this wasn’t his world’s Wily.  Was it?  No something felt off about this one.  His red optics narrowed as his sharp metal fangs began to bare much like a wolf to an outsider would.  His voice was low and murderous,

“Get out.”

A pause before he raised his buster, a dangerous glow starting with a whir.  

square up, quick man!

There were perks to his job. Only one rigidly defined function meant he was usually free from whatever bullshit the mad doctor wanted to pull. There was the constant threat of replacement, of course, but Wily hadn't yet managed to surpass his knock-off of Rock (or Rock-off) so for now he was pretty secure. So it's with irritation, not nerves, that he responds to Wily's summons.

There’s a loud thunderous clang, the SWN went flying about ten feet into the wall of the fortress with another loud bang.  Slowly he turned his head to look at Quick, murderous optics and plasma already firing at the other with a loud battle cry.