BP SG Book 1 Chapter 12
"Blah" Normal Talk
-Blah- Comm. Link
'Blah Thinking to Oneself or Emphasis…you should be able to figure it out~
Blah Foreign Language. Don't know if I'll be using this one alot but its bears mentioning.
Blah Vocal binary....you'll understand once you get there.
A concoction of aromas gathered into a thick miasma around the area. Sweltering asphalt, burning oil, hot rubber, and scalding metal swirled together, the smell of it all only drowned out by the constant thrumming and revving of engines. Chaos was order, panic was rest, and speed was the only thing that mattered.
This evening a new contender entered the scene. No one saw the driver through the blacked out windows as the equally black muscle car took a place in line with the other racers. Some were in awe at the car; at the painted neon ribbons that seemed to glow in the dark, at the perfect gloss sheen that coated the sleek frame, but most of all, at the engine that revved a dare to every other driver on the course.
A young man in a candy-apple-red convertible pulled up next to the fresh challenger. “Man, it’s almost sad what I’m about to do to your car!”
“Better not waste your breath!” Seiji shot back, earning a round of confused looks from anyone who was close enough to hear over the cacophony of engine noise. “Because pretty soon you’ll be choking on my dust!”
The man in the convertible sneered, and took his place in the line up. There were only a few minutes left before the race began, and this was a no holds contest. Anything went, there were no rules. If you missed your mark, that was on you.
Seiji took a moment to check out his competitors. As well as himself and the red convertible, there was a yellow Lamborghini, a blue and black Bugatti, and a custom modified sports car in various blue hues. Seiji shifted on his suspension, his excitement building. It was going to be a fun race.
A young woman in a light blue tank top and black miniskirt stood on a platform suspended above the racers by a derelict crane. She held up a green flag, and every engine revved with anticipation.
The flag was dropped, and with squealing tires, the racers were loose! Just one lap around the city limits is all it took, but there was more than just keeping up the speed. The highway was still active, even if pedestrians were sparse, and the police maintained a presence that could not be ignored. One bad move, one late turn, and you’d be in more than just trouble.
Seiji wasn’t worried, this was hardly his first race. Plus, he had an edge. All the other racers, they were people in vehicles. Their reflexes took time to process, even if it was just a fraction second. Seiji however, being a robot with processing power significantly faster than any human, his reflexes were near instant.
It didn’t take very long before most of the racers were out of the race. They either crashed, from lack of attentiveness to the dark and unfamiliar road or attempting to dodge oncoming domestic traffic. The rest were barely keeping pace as Seiji weaved in between the them and was in third place before the half way mark.
“I gotta say! For a newbie, you’ve got moves!” The driver in the convertible shouted at Seiji, as he maintained his place in front of the pack.
“Who said anything about being a newbie?” Seiji shot back, shifting gears and revving his engine, gaining enough speed to pull ahead of the convertible. “New in town, not new on the roads.”
For a few frantic minutes, the convertible and Seiji were fender to fender, neck-and-neck, one passing the other before being passed again. They were heading into the final stretch, when sirens sounded in the distance, growing steadily louder. The drifters made quick work of their getaway, deconstructing the equipment and disappearing into the night.
“Another time, Slick! Assuming you don’t get busted!” The man in the corvette taunted before shutting off his lights and darting into a side road. Seiji revved and sped off, hoping to find his own exit route. His GPS was still scrambled, and soon there were flashing lights in Seiji’s rearview mirror.
“Shimatta.” The robot sighed as he slowed pace and debated pulling off to the side of the road. “Well, I guess there’s a plus side to this.” Seiji mused. “At least it isn’t…”
“Seiji!” Called a familiar voice. “Pull over now!”
“Are you fucking kidding me!?” Seiji growled, adjusting his mirrors to see that, yes, it was in fact Deckerd coming up behind him. “Forget this!” With a hard rev, Seiji boosted up to maximum speed.
Deckerd uttered a curse and sped up to match Seiji’s speed. “Don’t make this harder than it has to be!”
“Screw off!” Seiji barked back. “I don’t need a sitter! I thought you wanted me out of your space anyway!”
With a maneuver that Seiji wouldn’t dare admit he was impressed with, Deckerd sped up to get just enough of a lead on Seiji to spin around and block the road, forcing the roadster to spin out and stop. Both bots changed to their robot mode, and Seiji tried to swing a punch, only to get sidestepped and tripped to the ground.
“Arlight, fine, ya’ got me, arrest me and get it over with.” Seiji spat.
“I’m not arresting you!” Deckerd insisted, “I just…” With a cry of surprise, Deckerd was plowed away from Seiji by a sudden and powerful force. Rolling and swiftly getting back on his feet, Deckerd was even more surprised to find a large green mechanical bull to be his wanton attacker. “What the…?”
With a loud angry bellow, the bull pawed the earth, ready to charge. It was soon joined by an orange tiger and a purple komodo dragon, all three taking stances between Deckerd and Seiji in a half circle, ready to strike on the officer.
“Whoa! Guys! Down!” Seiji insisted, hurriedly getting around them so they couldn’t charge at Deckerd. “Down, sit, stay!”
The orange tiger immediately assumed a posture that looked somehow offended and confused. “Seiji, just because our alt.-modes are animals doesn’t mean you can talk to us like circus acts! More to the point,” The tiger sneered, pointing at Deckerd with a claw. “Isn’t that one of the Kaiser’s grunts?”
“No, this is Deckerd and we’re not in Kansas anymore.” Seiji insisted, beginning to explain everything that had happened. As he spoke, the three bots calmed, though the bull never took his optics of Deckerd for a second. “Which of course brings us up to today. Now, for my next question, where have you all been!?”
Seiji convinced the trio, apparently his reality’s version of the Build Team, that the Brave Police bots ‘were chill and not to worry about them’, and to follow him with Deckerd back to the Precinct. Much like how Shadowmaru preferred his ~dog~ wolf form, these three also preferred their ani-modes, but they took up a lot of horizontal floor space, and agreeably reverted to their root modes.
The Build Team had to admit, it was uneasy seeing such a distorted form of…well, themselves. The ani-mode was only the tip of the ice burg, as these alternates had what could only be described as severe anti-social tendencies that made McCrane look like a social butterfly.
The bull, Daisuke, was the spitting image of Dumpson with a green and brown color scheme. Though, while Dumpson was stern (if easily flustered around Ayako), Daisuke just seemed to fluctuate between different levels of angry.
The Komodo dragon, Takuya, was a palette swap of Power Joe, his paintjob done in dark purple with red accents. If Power Joe was best described as energetic and playful, Takuya was melancholy and paranoid; secluding himself to the outer edge of the group and hissing at any strange noise, immediately assuming it was a threat.
The leader of the three, Kazuki, was McCrane to the nth degree in orange and gold. Cold, calm, calculated; his every word, every step, every movement seemed like a turn at the chessboard. The way he looked at everyone, excluding his brothers and Seiji, it felt like he was dissecting you, layer by layer. Were you friend or foe? Ally or adversary? Rival predator or hapless prey?
Regardless of their immediate aversions, the Build Team sat quietly while Seiji’s team caught up. The trio had apparently been keeping to the countryside, only coming to the city outskirts now and then to pick up media broadcasts, looking for signs of their compatriots.
“Have you heard anything from Boss?” Seiji asked at least.
“Sorry, Seiji. Haven’t even caught a whiff.” Kazuki admitted, though his tone lacked any empathy. It wasn’t emotionless like Mamoru’s…more that he simply didn’t care.
Seiji didn’t seem fazed by it though. “Shit…I hope Boss didn’t stay back in our world.”
“Indeed. It would be most unfortunate if anything were to happen.” Kazuki agreed, his apathetic tone sounding borderline threatening.
“Nothing to be done about it I guess.” Seiji sighed, rubbing the back of his head. His worry was becoming borderline neurotic.
“We’ll find your boss.” Deckerd tried to comfort, “But you have to quit running off like you did.”
Daisuke snorted loudly. “Seiji, why are you letting these lowly foot-soldiers command you like an alpha?”
Deckerd sighed irritably, and Seiji chuckled. “Look, Dai, it’s like I said. We’re not in our home fighting the same Lawless Enforcers. These guys are good people, we just…” Seiji pursed his lips a moment and threw Deckerd a look. “Don’t always see optic-to-optic.”
“Accurate.” Duke mused, organizing some of his paperwork. “If not a tad understated.”
“Regardless,” Deckerd began again. “I understand your concerns, and appreciate the need to vent and burn off some energy, but you’re going to cause more problems, and delay us finding your Boss, if you keep insisting on misbehaving.”
“Yeah, alright.” Seiji huffed, leaning on his arm slightly. “I won’t go running off on my own anymore, at least not with out telling someone first.”
“Preferably one of us.” McCrane insisted, earning a heated glare from Kazuki.
“So I guess the next question is, where are you guys gonna stay?” Yuuta asked innocently enough. “We’re kinda running out of room…”
“There is an empty lot behind this building, surrounded by wire fencing.” Daisuke said.
“The firing range?” Saejima mused, taking a moment to think. “There aren’t any drill schedule for a while, I don’t see the harm in it.”
“You misunderstand.” Takuya hissed, flicking his forked tongue. “We weren’t asking.”
“Hey, come on guys, pretend to behave?” Seiji sighed. He never really did have authority over the Destruction Crew, they’re goals had just aligned enough they didn’t get in each other’s way.
“Of course, yes.” Kazuki assured, staring down his two brothers, who wilted under his gaze. “At least for now.” He added, giving Yuuta and Saejima a grin that made them feel uneasy. The trio left to make their temporary lodgings more agreeable, everyone heaving a breath when they’d gone.
“Sorry.” Seiji began quickly before anyone else could say anything. “They’re…difficult to appreciate.”
“Again, understatement.” Duke snorted.
“In their defense, if I went through what they’ve had to deal with, I might not be a nice person either.” The roadster insisted. “You three,” he indicated the Build Team. “Were singular and unique AIs, right?”
“Yeah, why?” Power Joe asked, pointing toward the exit the Destruction Crew had left through. “Are they…not?”
“No. The Fuehrer thought S-AIs were too dangerous to deal with after me and Baron went rogue, so he illegalized new production in all territories. So, some guys who didn’t want to stop their experiments, found a way to make an AI self-replicate.”
“Self…replicate?” Shadowmaru asked cautiously.
“So, apparently,” Seiji made a noise analogous to a human clearing their throat. “If you torture an AI program long enough it’ll split into multiple personalities, each displaying only a portion of the original’s character traits and emotions. I never met Tsuyoi Tora personally but,” Seiji winced slightly. “Just don’t talk about it with them ok?”
“Yeah I’m uncomfortable.” Drill Boy admitted, sliding down slightly in his seat, his wings drooping behind him.
“Let’s…leave that topic for now.” Deckerd said, trying to hide how unnerved he was. Seiji’s world continued to sound worse and worse every time he talked about it. “At the moment, our priority is finding Seiji’s Boss.”
Assuming Boss even made it to this world… Mighto grimly pointed out, earning a glare from Seiji. Sorry…