Welcome to Gaia! ::

Crash skidded to a stop when he saw Blues being crushed by a mecha suit containing Light. It took all but two seconds before the bot started laughing and he just rubbed his face with a grin. That familiar yellow scarf and red gloves and boots meant that yes this was Proto but he looked... different.

"...G-general?"

Forte cackled as the other went out the window, complete with glass and bits of wood from the frame. Only a bot could survive that fall. With a huff Forte was off again to find Proto and whoever else happened to be in the room.

"Where are you, Proto?" He asked himself, wandering through corridors and doors, tail flicking.

Terra grimaced, he didn't enjoy that nickname, it was getting old in fact. He looked into the flashlights glare, to the female who dared to grab his attention, readying his weapon. "You now, I don't appreciate that nickanme, especially when a little fleshbag like you calls me that." And wastng lititle time, he shot at her.

SEVEN

The male chuckled before glancing out...he looked back with a nearly insane gleam to his dual colored eyes.

"You any good at running?" he asked before taking off towards the road Bubble had gone down. The traps were already sprung so the male slid a little in his shoes. Thinking on his feet he looked back to Joe, "We gotta haul tail in there Joe. How are you at surfing?"

He smirked before picking up a trashcan lid. don't ask why it was there...let's just say Seven is lucky...pun intended. Also...so many questions Seven!! First you question his backbone now his skills...for shame...show him a thing or two Joe!

~~~~~~~~~

QUICK

The orange bot was up the stairs as soon as he was clear. The male yelped then leaned on the nearby railing. He blinked as it shook a little, was it rigged to fall? Cheap trick there Rebel's...the male's eyes looked up and locked....

Right on Five.

~~~~~~~~~

FIVE

Five was perfectly fine, his hand flashed to his knives...then he froze. Wait...that was...a Pa. No...that's not...no...

"I don't get it. You have a Pa." the youth's teachings collided head on with his current mindset. Five sucked in air like he lost all ablity to breath. He clutched his head before panting harshly. He was scared. So scared. Those with a Pa couldn't be bad...so why...NO NO NO!! Proto was friends with Seven...he was bad. Seven was bad now. Five growled...it wasn't threatening due to his immaurity it was more like...well. a pup squeaking...then he heard a sound. The male looked up in time to well...Quick was not right there.

Five didn't let out a sound as he leaped back right into the rigged railing...'Sh---" he thought as the railing gave way behind him. The youth yelped sharply as he felt his tail and legs get wound up in some stray netting. He jerked to a stop, the railing a second thought hanging beside him as he stared wide eyed at the....really weak wooden crates and...oh yeah. That was rust...rusty metal below him. He stilled fear locking every muscle.

It was good in the long run that he didn't look back up as Quick stood there, putting together the image of the pup from Seven's pics and the youth hanging for his life below him. The orange bot blinked once with steel blue eyes before turning and leaving Five hanging....

Within no time, Blues found himself stuffed up onto the mech's shoulder, scarfless, and with a present in his hands. This was all a bit disorientating. He knew he wanted to find Bass. Now. But he also still had the urge to RUN (currently only being displayed by the wings fidgeting EVERYWHERE)...

And when Crash's laughing hit his ears he suddenly just wanted to hide. Please dad, please let there be a scarf in here.

"...No time like the present, I'll stay up here -if- you will start moving so we can look for Bass!"
...Besides, it'd give him a second to open this box. He quickly tore open the package, finding just what he hoped inside. A soft, plush, long scarf. Clearly some sort of upgrade to his previous one. Blues had never been a fan of discussing upgrades...but in this case it was okay.

Besides, now he could hide in it.
"Thank you, father."
And he meant it. Though it was a simple scarf, it meant the world to him. Blues quickly wound it around his neck, taking comfort in the familiar feeling of fabric there.

"Crash! Have you seen Bass?"
His gaze turned to his fellow Robot Master. His hands were nervously winding the ends of his scarf just to be sure he could keep moving.

=======================



Spark gave a barking laugh as the other master fell. Time to -end this- and head off to his next target. He further charged the electrode, moving closer to Bubble as he did so.

=======================

It seemed as though the moment Flashover had fallen, the rebels came out of the woodwork. Suddenly the entire base was quite alive with rebels, all of them armed with guns and aiming to take out anything still moving.

Bubble forces himself to get up, wincing with each movement. That. Hurt. If he survived this... He was going to make Wily insulate him against electricity, damnit. Or maybe fix whatever it was he did that made it to where Bubble couldn't walk or run like the other bots. He'd think about that later. Right now... He hisses a bit as he hops towards the door. If Spark followed him outside, there'd at least be some places for Bubble to hide for a bit, right? Maybe he'd find something to help him in this fight with Spark. He doubted he'd be that lucky.

Terra blinked and squinted, adjusting to the sudden light, a mistake on his part, as he was struck, stabbed in a few places, but the wounds didn't hurt. They were shallow earth stationary and basic weapons after all and he would have Pluto fix them later anyway, Terra knew he would. The tall bot felt his hair being snipped, and so he reacted again, dodging and pulling scissors and knives from his body where he could, sending them flying back to the woman.

"You could use a trim as well! Your head should be the first to go!" Ah, this fight, while not one with the famous 'Flashover' was invigorating.

Ahh finally their destination was clearly in sight and within hearing too. Things seemed to be getting chaotic in the area in and around the rebel's tower. Sheep hoped that meant the others were close to Proto or had reached him.
He peered back at Magnet, "A bit laaate to the paaarty, but still some fun to be haaad?" Static crackled through his wool and he double checked his weapons. There was no telling what they'd run into as they reached the place...

Well, that was excellent timing on Quick's part. Bubble had felt the synthetic fur on his body stand on end with how close Spark had gotten to him before the other had shown up. "Thanks Quick." He says, then jumps backwards in surprise as the area was suddenly flooded with rebels. s**t, they were in trouble now. He looks around for some form of cover they can use from both the rebels and Spark.