NOS-4-A2 knew his place in the universe. He was a predator. A creation that seemed to be made to stalk the dark and take down prey. In a way, he supposed that what he was indeed made to do. Made to take down Star Command, or in particular Buzz Lightyear.
So it was humorous that he found more interesting prey even before meeting the man he was suppose to destroy, face to face. XR, or as NOS-4-A2 preferred to call him, little one, became his focus. Something about the little robot brought out more of the predator in NOS-4-A2. His attempts at humor to mask his fears, the way he moved... all of those things just lit up the hunting programming.
Yet, there was still something NOS-4-A2 had yet to figure out. Though he loved to hunt down his little one, terrify him, he couldn't bring himself to truly end the hunt. One time he had almost accidentally done just that. Never did he think he thank an organic for stopping his attack.
After that, he was more careful. His little one didn't know it, but he was near a lot more often then Star Command believed. More then one thug had been scared off during missions when they threatened the little one's function. NOS-4-A2 saw to that. He also made sure his little one never knew he was doing that.
No one would get in the way of the game he and his little one was involved in. NOS-4-A2 was sure in some part of his processor that one day, his little one would realize just what he truly was hunting for.
