That moment when...

[mccrane]

Who: McCrane and Kagerou
What: Both having died, they start to answer the call of the Badlands before waking up at the edge of the Haven together. Awkwardness ensues.
When: Now-ish.
Where: Haven's edge towards the new Badlands source.

Notes: None! Earth robots not understanding things, making pacts.



Technically, that wasn't true.

McCrane knew exactly where he was, because he'd spent long hours at Police Headquarters making certain that their communicator badges were reprogrammed to accommodate the larger radius of Cybertron. They weren't at 100%, he knew, because he was far from either a scientist or a mathemetician, but he'd had the time for it and it had needed to be done.

He was thankful for that, now.

He was less thankful to be staring out across the wastelands from a largish hill that he didn't remember climbing, wondering if he'd died.

That was the only explanation, wasn't it?

He'd lost memories here, before, and that had been the cause. He'd promised the team afterward that it wouldn't happen again, and while he knew that no one would or could hold him to that promise, he still felt terrible.

This shouldn't have happened.

He was supposed to be strong enough.

Both fists clenched at his sides, and he turned to head back inward to the Haven...

...which would have been easier if he hadn't walked straight into Kagerou.


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[mccrane]

"We may have been programmed with data that you were not." McCrane hopes that that is all it is. He can't imagine how Kagerou would have a Super-AI and not be as alive as any of the Brave Police--especially not if he is capable of love. That would have been cruel of the humans...

Or, more likely, negligent. It seemed, always, that they didn't know how to handle the emotions of giant police robots any more than the giant robots knew how to handle them. The only one who had immediately understood was Yuuta--and then others, after him.

"That is why we interact with humans as much as we can. We were programmed by them...we have to learn from them. Simply having friends, here, can do us good."

Especially if it kept them from the badlands.

Maybe, though, that was why Kagerou had more difficulty connecting--he'd always taken his cues from another robot, instead of anyone else.

"That sounds correct." He felt strange, talking about Deckerd and his own position with the Brave Police. There was not a solid rank structure and, without regulations to fall back on, he was out of his element. Kagerou was right, though--when Deckerd was not there and when there were no outstanding orders, he would take control. "I have never tried to put a name to it, before. Perhaps second-in-command is correct, but...then there was Duke."

And Duke was a new element to him.

[thxforthememories]

... of course. That would explain it. Wouldn't it? Something in his expression hardens a little, and he stares straight ahead, in sudden silence. "Right. Why load the disposable unit with things it won't need?" he murmurs, mostly to himself.

He'd asked a similar question before -- why would they teach me about the world, if they were just going to kill me? -- but no one ever had a satisfactory answer. Maybe there just wasn't one at all. No good answers, for when a shadow began to ask questions.

"I still wonder if it would be easier, having him here." He glanced, finally, at the other. "Don't you feel the same... about the others of your team? You're missing two, at least. Aren't you?"

Because he recalled that day almost perfectly. There had been three chasing him. McCrane... and two others he hadn't seen here.

"Who is that?"

[mccrane]

"They have to have uploaded something, if you were going to make a believable opponent. But it wouldn't be the same information that they gave to us."

He is particularly glad that Kagerou has a friend in Kay, when he gets like this. One of McCrane's biggest worries in regards to Kagerou had often been how he'd behave around humans, without the interactions with them that the other Brave Police had come to expect. It isn't so much of a worry, now...

But he still sees how it could have gone the other way, and that's uncomfortable, because...

It could have been like that, for any of them.

"Power Joe and Dumpson," he admits, very very quietly. "There has not been a time in my life when they were not present." Until he'd arrived here. "Without them...yes. Yes, I think it is the same. Sometimes, when I think about them--I hurt."

He missed the easy way that Power Joe or Dumpson would talk while working, or the shows they'd watch, or the feeling when the three of them synched to form Build Tiger. Just having Drill Boy had taken a great weight off his shoulders...and if that is how it feels for Kagerou, to be without Shadowmaru...

"If he were here, I think you'd not mind being out of place."

It would have helped acclimatize Kagerou to the other Brave Police, as well.

"Duke. He was built to be Deckerd's replacement." At this, McCrane frowns. It is still a concept that is uncomfortable to him. "He was instructed very differently from the rest of us, and for a time--that clashed."

[thxforthememories]

"They did," he says, flatly. "I know how to fight. I know how to move unseen. How to fly. How to change form. How to maintain and perform basic repairs on myself, and frames like mine. I know how to utilize my spy circuits to their highest effect. And how to teach all of that to the one I was meant to die for." He looks at McCrane then, expression remote, detached. "I know -- knew -- nothing of the world outside our facility. Nothing of how the world worked. How the rain felt. What made the stars shine. I had never so much as seen the ocean until the night I broke out."

He shakes his head. "So, no. It was not the same data any of you had. Not in any way."

After that, he falls silent. He doesn't typically speak that much at one time. It's outside of the quiet persona a ninja was meant to have. He nods, though, as he listens, despite his reply being a long time in coming.

"At least, when you return... you know you'll see them again. You have that certainty."

Something he doesn't have. He is, however, making an attempt to sound reassuring.

If he were here...

A lot of things would be different, wouldn't they? He wouldn't feel so alone. So much like he was hanging on the edges of their team, too afraid to step in, too lonely to move away. It was an unsettling existence. One he sometimes thought he would do anything to change.

"No. I wouldn't. I would be where I was meant to be... where his shadow is meant to be."

Duke's description earns a quiet sound. Maybe it's meant to be a laugh. Maybe he's just trying to imitate breathing. "Clashed," he says, dryly. "Doesn't that sound familiar."

[mccrane]

The words from Kagerou silence him.

It was the most he'd ever heard the ninja robot say at once, and he can feel the emotion behind it despite the flat tone. This was a life that was specifically meant to be stifled, and was specifically treated as nothing more than a machine--a means to an ends.

This was the life all of them would have had, without Yuuta and Saeijima.

"How do you feel about the world, now?"

Now that he's seen so much of what was kept from him.

"I do have that certainty--if a way can be found to return. I have not seen one yet. All we have, right now, is what is in front of us."

The Haven. He was still glad for it, even if the lack of progress on returning did concern him.

The lighter subject is a welcome one, even if Duke was still a bit of a controversy back home. That was far away, still.

"I don't know that any of our introductions have been easy ones." He couldn't help but smile a little, remembering the problems of the past and how they'd overcome them. "Which is why I think you will fit in, Kagerou. We survived Gunmax, after all."

[thxforthememories]

The silence stretches. He does nothing to ease it. Not yet. Maybe it means he's made his point. Or... maybe he's said too much. He's not sure. He's never sure when it comes to the others.

Or when he's said too much. He always seems to be something of an uncomfortable subject.

"It's not how I pictured it being," he admits. "It's darker. Dangerous. Isolating. Confusing..." He shakes his head. "... I still... want to see the rain, sometime."

There wasn't much in the way of weather, here. And he had, admittedly, liked hearing the sound of it on the facility's roof.

"And what is it you see in front of us?" he asks, somewhat absently. But entirely curiously.

The mention of Gunmax earns a quiet scoff.

"I still have a hard time believing he's one of you."

[mccrane]

"The rain?"

It was a request he wasn't expecting, but he'd always taken the rain for granted. Here...there hadn't been rain, had there? He had almost failed to notice its absence with no one to point it out.

"We have structures to build to keep this haven safe. When we no longer have to worry about our friends disappearing in the night...then I will be able to worry about something else."

If he tried to worry about everything right now, he knew his AI would glitch. There was too much to think on...

...though the thought of Gunmax does make him smile, even so.

"He was not built to be one of us. He was...like you. He was programmed to be sent to a different precinct. Because of that, it took him longer to fit in."

[thxforthememories]

"Yes."

He'd never felt it. Once or twice, one of the sections of roof leaked a little, allowing the water to fall in. But he'd never stood out under it. It always seemed... it seemed so alive, somehow. "I watched it. I wondered what it would feel like to stand under."

Maybe it was a foolish request. It didn't matter here, anyway.

"You think structures are going to keep our friends from leaving us?" he asked. He didn't mean it harshly. He didn't even particularly mean it in any way other than simple curiosity. Though... there was a sharper edge to the words, all the same -- like dulled knives.

The new subject didn't make him smile. He only frowned a little.

Like him.

Wouldn't that have been nice to know, before so many awkward conversations had happened?

"Did they reformat him, then?"

That was his automatic thought, when anyone mentioned reassignment.

[mccrane]

"You have never been out in the rain, Kagerou?"

He didn't know how to feel about that. Kagerou had already been here, on Cybertron, for longer than he'd probably been alive back on Earth--but there were some things that this Cybertron did not have. There were a lot of things, really.

"I think that having something approaching civilization will make it harder for the chaos outside to intrude. Then, maybe, we can have the technology to keep everyone safe..."

Like the ping system he wanted to build. And, perhaps, better structures would make a better defense against monster attacks.

"I don't--"

He starts to say he doesn't know, and then stops. He doesn't know, but not only does he not know, he ever even considered it. If Kagerou had been made to have his memory wiped...then why not Gunmax?

"I hope not," he says instead, very softly. "He has been through enough, without that."