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I kinda liked the whole L45T-TP thing so I decided to make an alternate version, one a little more on the canon side. There’s also a bit of a reference to this.
“You’ve given me the keys to the Hyperion – Tassiters ultra secret designs, latest intel, and…
The program codes to eliminate any product line I goddamn choose…like, say, those pain-in-the-ass, bumbling, screw-up claptrap units.”
Today was D-Day. The day where Jack executed genocide on the entire CL4P-TP unit line was FR4G-TP’s worst nightmare. Three holographic screens shot up in the air from the hub. It gave a couple beeps before it loaded the execution file. He stared at the bright blue screen, watching his own kin falling left and right. Every single inch of his body shivered, whether in fear or disbelief, he couldn’t tell. The self-proclaimed CEO of Hyperion aimed at the steward-bot’s vitals. All his work was for nothing. This was the end of the glory days.
The howling icy wind of the frozen desert flew by at amazing speeds, cutting up anything that came by it in the most painful way. There was nothing but ice, a giant ship, and of course, bandits as far as the eye could see. Every single CL4P-TP bot was dumped onto Pandora’s wastes. Empty shells would roll on top of each other before falling into the snow. Underneath the corpses was FR4G-TP. Ice crystals slowly started to form on his body. First, the coolant, the joints, the wires. Then, the fan. Sooner or later, it’ll be the core. The only thing shielding him from the piercing wind was his brethren. What flashed before his optic was beyond belief. Through all the layers in his subconscious (and even his sub-subconscious) lay 5H4D0W-TP, an illegal entity that was supposed to be quarantined. FR4G-TP could’ve sworn he was destroyed. After his so-called “friends” helped him kill EOS, 5H4D0W-TP was dethroned and shut down for good. He even spit out all his guns, leaving him powerless. The hulking CL4P-TP struggled to get up, but managed to do so. Blue embers were sucked up into 5H4D0W-TP’s body, filling him up with as much energy as possible. Suddenly, he exploded into a million more sparks, sending bolts everywhere. A sudden burst of energy jolted through FR4G-TP’s body. Light began to emit from his eye again.
Something was wrong.
CL4P-TP felt something small rustle on his chest. A tiny arm reached out for something to grab. It looked like it could easily break under all the weight it was in. Whatever it was, it was trying to talk but the poor thing could only communicate in screeches and beeping. It’s sound card must’ve snapped or froze. Robots should never sound like that.
Even though it wasn’t quite his specialty, FR4G-TP did his best to comfort him, “Shhhh. I’m here. Everything will be alright. Nothing is wrong.”
He did his best to free his arms so he could protect his son. After a couple of tugs, he got frustrated and jutted out his compartment instead. M1N1-TP continued to screech. This time it was dampened by the sound of the wind and the ice crawling in his speakers. His voice wasn’t getting any better.
“ S̡͠e͢͞ŕ͝v͡o̴͏s̢͜.͟.͠.̴̵c̡o̕͟l̀d̷̢.͏̸̢.͠͠҉ “
“Hang in there, buddy. We’ll be ok. We’ll patch you up and there won’t be anything in the world to stop us. Ok?”
It was too late. There was nothing he could do to save him and all because he denied the truth.
Daddy. He hasn’t heard that name in a while. Brings back memories. It was what Mini would refer to Wilhelm as.
“It’s happening...it’s happening!”
FR4G-TP’s military execution file was set. Anything standing in his way would be decimated within seconds. Code was scattered throughout his line of sight as he delved deeper into his data.
“Here I come to save the day!”
Mechromagician? Not what he quite needed but it works out just dandy. If only Jack updated his system instead of leaving him as a walking Russian roulette, things would have been fine. Behind him was Wilhelm jumping over the railings. Bullets skidded across the cyborg’s arm, making them flinch a bit. They reloaded their clip and started to shoot their shotgun wildly. A couple bullets hit a virus, some hit a group of insecurity bots, one popped off a firewall’s helmet.
“That half robot guy just gave birth!”
Good. Reinforcements. Just what everyone needed. Wolf zoomed out and about the area firing everything he had. Saint circled around his Alpha, giving him as much protection as he could offer. It was all over in a flash. M1N1-TP glanced over to Wilhelm. Odd. He’s seen them before but the more he stares at them, the more foreign they seem. Something was off putting about them as if they were a mash of two things but never blended smoothly.
It clicked to him.
They’re actually his father stuck in a human body.
It all made sense to him. Their yellow clothing matches FR4G-TP’s yellow body. They have metallic prosthetics that resembles Hyperion’s sleek-ish design. They give birth to actual robots. Everything pieced together nicely.
“Daddy!” M1N1-TP exclaimed.
Both (now ex) vault hunters gave an extremely confused look. The tiny robot darted over to the giant enforcer, giving him the biggest hug he could manage.
“Um...M1N1? That’s not how-”
Wilhelm cut him off with a dirty look. They didn’t want to hurt the little bot’s feelings (and innocence).
“You’re gonna turn into a real robot, right? Because...because you’re...you’re fixing yourself and you’re just like this for a bit, right?”
“That’s right lil’ guy. I’m gonna be a big, strong robot one day!”
M1N1-TP’s eyes gleamed with joy. It was his first time talking with others, so his speech wasn’t perfect. Wilhelm was his hero and would be ‘till the end.
When restarted, M1N1 would have to go back into FR4G-TP’s files. VaultHunter.EXE was corrupted along with the other DLC action packages. M1N1-TP would be lost in code for good and there would be no way of retrieving it.
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