For those wondering
Here is a full render of what Xel'xe Looks like in the megaman setting. Art by me.
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For those wondering
Here is a full render of what Xel'xe Looks like in the megaman setting. Art by me.

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//I’m not saying this is canon. I’m saying it is within the realm of possibilities if Xel’xe keeps unintentionally talking shit.
The trip had been a productive one in unexpected ways, but he still needed to unload more of the goods he’d brought out. He would be hard-pressed for space now that he was in his developed state if he tried to bring everything back. Morph Moth still had the reservation on the shop for the day, might as well stay here and finish the day.
The experimental weapons and dangerous devices had been put away again, waiting for someone else who might be interested, but the electric curios and old drives were still on display. This was one of the nicer grey markets, after all.
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A Frosty Reception
Dax had copied over as much information as he could get his hands on to appease this insistent desk jockey.
Course, the first thing had been doing some information digging on the name and place. Checked out as legitimate, and Dax really didn’t want to run into problems down the line if there was something that really hadn’t been taken care of.
It had taken a few favours to arrange such an out of the way ride at short notice, but he found himself touching down in a cold landing zone where only a short walk would see him to this ERTHISS facility.
The Unexpected[closed-RP started]
It had been several hours into the day. The Hydroponic-Arboretum was at maximum efficiency, págos-droids where uploading data into the mainframe, and Xel was tacking away a recent report on one specimen that they had managed to multiply the seed count of. It felt to him like being in a stasis bubble. Alert! Alert! A flashing folder appeared on the holoscreen. A singular new piece of mail in the inbox. HIGH PRIORITY, it read. So of course the reploid ventured to open it. Tentatively cautious and hopeful that it wasn't too serious. A lump formed in his throat. The General. The General of Repliforce was coming to the facility. The body of the letter was vague. "To the Erthiss Facility, We are in need of your resources for a recent mission. Be prepared receive us as soon as you are able. We will be at the facility in a few cycles. The General" If he drank coffee, which he did not, it would have been covering his screen by this point after a dramatic spit take. Quick to his feet to make for the entrance. He hailed several págos-droids on his way. It had been a while since the last visit so the landing pad outside was in need of defrosting. Snow howled harshly. Towering metal scratched by the claws of hoarfrost. Virr-PShh. A pair of doors opened to a large decompression chamber allowing a small figure out. While he commanded his droids to prepare the landing pad he opened an open channel to the rest inside the faculty, putting out a high-alert. It wasn't often top-brass visited.

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Closed RP Starter
How long had the screen stared back at him? Silent save for the occasional whirr or blip. Things had been quiet since the last visitation E.R.T.H.I.S.S. had seen. Not long enough to forget, but long enough to create a sense of alienation. "I shouldn't while I'm on the clock... but..." The chief cataloger known as Xel'xe muttered to himself. The robot huffed. Willing his two toned hair out of his face with a stream of air. Both hands raised to press gentle fingers to the holoscreen. Beep. Boop. Blip. Meow. There was a rigidness in Xel's body for a moment. Cheeks gaining a pink hue. So cute! he thought. Images of small furred beasts split into their own neat little square grids filled the screen. Cats if the his records where right. They weren't a species in danger of going extinct-- last he checked. Having never been off base he'd never gotten to see one up close. Something he wanted to fix. Huh... there's an idea. To all available agents. Have you seen these furry little fluffballs? Now you have. If you've seen them prior to my unsolicited email or happen to know someone who owns one, I'd love to be able to see one live and up close! They're just so adorable, aren't they?... Haha.. yeah. As if he'd email this. No way. Not while working. He moved his index to hit delete. Just as he was about to a loud thud of one of the pipes coming to life scared him enough for him to stumble and press send instead. NO. NO. oh no...
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Get. Your. File. Fixed.
Dax hadn’t checked the message right when it came in, as he was wrapping up a mission debriefing, but the curt little message was waiting for him when he was done and back in his quarters. As far as he’d been aware, the issue had been resolved. But it probably would be best to reach out and make sure things were sorted proper to be sure.
Dax fired off a reply. “I’m terribly sorry to hear that there are records of yours that are out of sorts. Fortunately, I have some time off duty due after this last assignment and would be able to assist in getting to the bottom of it. With your permission, and if you could kindly let me know who and what and where you are, I could work on figuring out what went off and visit to assist.”
He made sure to cut the transmission recording off before ending with “Ya pompous git.”