"All the same..." Mikazuki just shrugged, sitting back inside of Barbatos.
Aleksandr Von Drakenfell wrote:
" Wha- !? Come back here, I'm not finished with my impassioned and furious tiraade yet ! "
"Annoyance: shared."
He stared at Aleksandr one last time before he finished his drink. "I guess I shall take my leave. Hope we meet again but under different circumstances," he said as he got up off the chair and bowed politely. He didn't want to be rude to anyone here in this bar. Especially not to one that was a general. He looked at Harkoth and simply scuffed a little before he walked out the door and back into the night from where he came from.
"Well that just sort of happened. I didn't even participate in that."
"You'll have that around here."
"Nice to see you as well, Springer." Topspin turns to Barbatos. "That's Springer, he's the leader of the Wreckers, the Autobot special ops team that includes myself, Roadbuster, and Wheeljack."
"Mhm..." Obviously Mikazuki wasn't terribly interested in names, but when was he?
"Love the giant robot. Looks like it could kick a ton of Decepticon skid plate."
"That's just Barbatos for you."
" Sentient... Questors ? What manner of tech-sorcery is this ?
Aleksandr looked on with amusement at such interactions, thinking these beings synonymous with imperial knight-class constructs.
Aleksandr looked on with amusement at such interactions, thinking these beings synonymous with imperial knight-class constructs.
"Questor? What's that? This is a Gundam." An extremely angry looking Gundam, that is, with its tail and all.
" The designs seem vaguely similar to what we encountered with the Tau albeit a bit more primitive in contrast, nothing a demolisher or a well trained hunter-killer squadron couldn't handle. "
Aleksandr remarked
A curious design of Xenos technology nevertheless
Aleksandr remarked
A curious design of Xenos technology nevertheless
"It was designed to take on Mobile Armors. But Barbatos...can handle anything."
Indeed.
A woman showed up to the tavern as she had somehow got here from the future. Wearing a full biker helmet, she took it off to show her facial tattoos and her black silky hair, "The name's Ami," she said coldly to the occupants of the place. Her gaze went straight to Aleksandr, the one who had been the loudest of all the occupants of the place. With her purple eyes, she knew that this man was the serious type. So was she. She didn't take anything from anyone. As she had stared at him, she went to ignoring his existence. She went to sit down in a bar stool and said, "Vodka, please." She was planning on getting a little wasted tonight after finding herself in this time period. It was as though different faces were mingling here. People of different space and time. She didn't exactly know how she got here, but she didn't care. She found herself needing some fun and action tonight.
"The Mobile Armor Hashmal...I reduced it to scrap. I even took Hashmal's weapons." Namely the Tail, but Barbatos' Rex Nails were also made from Hashmal.
"Of course dad's showing off again." The time paradox is real—Akatsuki shouldn't exist while Mikazuki does, because Mikazuki died before he could meet his son?
"Dad...? What are you...?" Of course the gears were starting to click in his head, as Barbatos' cockpit opened up.
Aleksandr leaned back to rest some, the Amasec warmed his spirit and Mathius's hospitality made for a suitable ration, the Lord General set alight his smoking pipe and ruminated upon stratagem and warfare, having had satiated himself upon the multiversal hodge-podge.
" All thats missing is for the tyranids to appear now "
He added exhaling a slow wisp of smoke, having a vague menthol scent in it, otherwise quite warm and spiced, looking to one of his guards.
" You know... I've always been fascinated by those ravenous things... I'd want one as a pet... perhaps Harkoth can provide some sort of neural implant to sever the influence of the hive... though I doubt the inquisition would take kindly to such a specimen... nevertheless, the curiosity persists... hm... though perhaps Harkoth is more invested in mechanical matters to be concerned with the biologis... it remains a matter of speculation. "
She looked Aleksandr again, but this time she spoke with a serious expression on her face. "What the hell are you talking about, pretty boy?" she said as though she didn't care if she ticked him off or anything. She indeed had a mouth on her. If anything she rather make him angry then be friends with him. But then again if anything, she knew better to go too far with what she says. She knew this guy seemed too uptight for her liking.
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