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*X was walking through the white hallways, searching. Every door he comes to, he pauses to look inside. He knows Zero is looking for a repair bay already, but he can't just relax like Zero wanted him to. Not while Zero is hurt and needs repairs.
So, here he is, searching for a repair bay, or just tools and spare parts he can use.*
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So, here he is, searching for a repair bay, or just tools and spare parts he can use.*
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...The familiar-yet-different armor causes him to start, and his eyes narrow as he pulls up the observational data he's collected on other robots he's met and runs a few quick comparisons.
The style is distinctly Light's, but anyone with eyes could see that. A few details line up with the more advanced design he saw in Zero, however... and this robot is definitely a different model than the Rock he knows. Could he be ( ... )
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"You really want to know why? Because I've been told to bring your dumb blonde friend in for a checkup, and I don't think he'll exactly listen to me without a bit of persuasion. Sucks to be you." Forte's trim abruptly shifted to a teal.
Remember how this is a narrow little hallway? Well that is a wall of ice formed from Forte's buster, just wide enough to be difficult to get past in this space. Also, that would be Forte kicking it towards X, watching with a smirk as it starts to pick up speed.
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It was a trap. A trap for Zero. And he was the bait. And Forte was acting under orders...
Then his eyes widen in shock as Forte creates the huge block of ice and sends it skidding straight for him.
However, Forte's ice wall abruptly shatters and falls to pieces between them.*
Y-you're not taking Zero anywhere!
*X's right arm is now formed into a buster and it's aimed in Forte's direction, although more at his legs than at his more vital torso. However, X doesn't fire another shot after having shattered the ice wall.
X still doesn't want to hurt Forte.
But he isn't going to just let Forte capture Zero. X might not be the greatest Hunter around, but he is going to protect Zero from whatever Forte's boss wanted with him.*
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"I think we'll just see who's doing what with whom, won't we?" He holds his buster out in front of him, pointed straight at X as he advances.
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Stop this! I don't want to have to hurt you!
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Forte fully intended on dismantling any ability X had to retaliate piece by piece if he had to. But was it seriously too much to ask to make that a little interesting?
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He shifts his aim to Forte again, but again he doesn't fire, hesitating.
He doesn't want to kill him.
Forte said he was only following orders... and he's not a reploid. Didn't that mean he had to follow orders?*
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Two smaller drills abruptly burst from the cloud of shrapnel, careening towards X much faster than the larger drill had been moving. Meanwhile, Forte gives a loud snort, switches to his normal buster, and begins throwing additional fire in X's direction. He's mostly aiming for limbs, but a few shots might be aimed a touch too close to vital areas for comfort...
...But Forte's dropping into a bit of a crouch as he fires as well, the jets in his boots flaring preemptively as he gets ready to dash. The instant X takes a hit, Forte's ready to end this.
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"Really, did you think you stood a chance? Fuck, you're still wet behind the ears!" Forte grabs X's undamaged arm and wrenches it aside to be sure he wouldn't get any surprise shots off, before pressing his own buster point-blank against the weaker bodysuit at the elbow. "Now let's see, I think we should do away with this inconvenient little limb first..."
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He started to struggle as Forte wrenched his arm. But when the robot pressed his buster to the joint, X's eyes widened in shocked fear.*
N-no!
*He redoubled his efforts to free his arm and twist away from Forte. He brought his now inoperable buster around to try to shove Forte off of him.*
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He only tightened his grip on X's arm, but he did move the buster away so he could block and push back against the shove.
"Tsk tsk, that'll only make it hurt more!" Oh dear, here goes the color changing again. Purple, this time, and electricity of the same color crackles along Forte's form momentarily before he directs a harsh blast of it straight into X.
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As the attack ends, he sags against the wall, head down. The remnants of the charge spark and arc over his body for a moment more.*
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"Still conscious, or do I have to get Blondie's comm frequency the hard way, too?"
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And then his hand clenches into a fist as his eyes snap open, hidden from Forte's sight by his hair and bowed head.
His gold eyes.
His mouth twitches as his pupils contract into slits. Down by his waist, his gloved hand seems to ripple and shift oddly for a second...
...Right before his now clawed hand slams into Forte's stomach, claws first, ripping and shoving deeper into his belly. Then his head snaps up to look straight at Forte with his gold eyes. His lips twitch and then pull into a twisted, fanged grin.*
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Forte lurches backwards, trying to pull away from the blades, even as oil and coolant starts to seep from the wound. His special weapon immediately deactivates, violet energy crackling around the damage. This time, though, it's energy from his core, which the attack came a bit too close to for comfort.
"F-fuck! The hell... are you!?" His face is twisted in pain even as he grits his teeth and glares, and it's no monumental effort to read in his eyes the "shitshitshitshitshitwhatthefuck" running through his mind.
Whatever the hell this little trick is, he does not want it near him now! Hello, psycho grin, have some slightly frantic buster shots right at your face.
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