#knowledgekeeperofthegate

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

//I’m not saying this is canon. I’m saying it is within the realm of possibilities if Xel’xe keeps unintentionally talking shit.

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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.

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.

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...

Thank you for the follow! ((I’m sorry for the mass of inactivity, I’ve been waiting on replies and been very busy with work irl. I don’t have much else going on... I’m sorry!))

He made sure to cut the transmission recording off before ending with “Ya pompous git.”