Frag it. The creature hadn't gone for it. He straightened to full height again and crossed his arms, considering. Really, would anyone notice if he squished this one? The other base members didn't seem to care for it all that much either. Come on, he could get away with just one, right?
Damage narrowed his eyes and glared. It was too bad really; other than it's irritation of its presence, it was nice to hear from another who felt the same as himself about humans. It might even make a good minion if it could be trained properly... Slag, that was too good of an option to squish it now. He thought carefully about what to say then opened his mouth to respond... and was promptly interrupted.
Looking around from his great height he couldn't see the speaker, but could pinpoint the direction it was in easily. With a sigh he turned away from the blue creature, ignoring it's presence for the moment, and moved his bulk in the direction of the voice.
Wimzle tensed up in anticipation of being hit, squished or shot under Damage's angry glare, ready for the pain, but was distracted, as he was, by the mechanical voice yelling somewhere below. It blinked and looked around, recognizing the sound of the little nightmare that had helped get rid of the mean birds. It was a sensible time to return the favor, Wimzle supposed, and dove down, skimming lithely through the air, skirting obstacles with quick, acrobatic twists, as it headed for the source of the distress.
Hover glared indignantly up at the Gimabear that was sitting on it, the expression an approximation of the one Sierra made when confronted with an obstruction to progress. It had tried yelling at, pushing, even zapping the creature- though it seemed that once one large electrical discharge was used, it took time to generate another of sufficient charge.
Hover looked up when it felt the ground tremor subtly, its eyes rotating into a smile to see Damage. And also the blue newcomer.
The gimabear also looked up at them, and decided that, while one small flailing mechanical thing was a nuisance at worst and a chair at best, a larger one was not something it felt like dealing with. It raised itself from lounging across the little robot, and ambled off in the direction of the hangers.
Hover lifted off the ground then and dusted itself off. "Thank you," it said honestly to both of them. "I hope I did not interrupt any essential function."
'Well, at least someone's problem was easily solved' Damage thought in amusement, watching the native creature amble away. "No worries, sparkling." He responded. "Just keep a bit more distance from the bigger one's in the future, at least until you have better offenses or defenses." Gears whirred along his leg joints as he turned and crouched down to Hover's level, getting a better look at the mini-bot. "Everything still operational?"
Wimzle humphed indignantly at the retreating fuzzy thing. "Why's it attacking you anyway? It should be worrying about the dreamers! There's a lot of damn lazy 'maren around here!" It cast a look up at Damage, "Shouldn't you be keeping them in line or something? Seems they're awfully disrespectful."
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Damage narrowed his eyes and glared. It was too bad really; other than it's irritation of its presence, it was nice to hear from another who felt the same as himself about humans. It might even make a good minion if it could be trained properly... Slag, that was too good of an option to squish it now. He thought carefully about what to say then opened his mouth to respond... and was promptly interrupted.
Looking around from his great height he couldn't see the speaker, but could pinpoint the direction it was in easily. With a sigh he turned away from the blue creature, ignoring it's presence for the moment, and moved his bulk in the direction of the voice.
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Hover looked up when it felt the ground tremor subtly, its eyes rotating into a smile to see Damage. And also the blue newcomer.
The gimabear also looked up at them, and decided that, while one small flailing mechanical thing was a nuisance at worst and a chair at best, a larger one was not something it felt like dealing with. It raised itself from lounging across the little robot, and ambled off in the direction of the hangers.
Hover lifted off the ground then and dusted itself off. "Thank you," it said honestly to both of them. "I hope I did not interrupt any essential function."
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