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Where the bloody hell was Cubit?!
Why in the world was the factory still running?!
WHY was it infested with Maverick SCUM?!
Weil slammed his hands down on the console he was using to view some dreadful information. The rebels were having a field day collecting evidence of his evil-doings at the factory. The factory that should have SHUT DOWN if Cubit was defeated - which means the girly-bot was either captured, or he had surrendered...
The human-head-in-a-jar of a reploid-human thing whirled around, taking his leave of the stupid console in order to get to his laboratory. He arrived moments later, as it wasn't that far away, approaching a few tables.
Each table held a body, and there were four tables in all. They just needed to be re-activated... Weil grinned an evil, cunning grin as he made his way over to the first table. On it lay a short, slightly feminine-looking male reploid; Chilldre Inarabbita. The evil mastermind knew very well that Cubit liked this kid the most. It had been painfully obvious upon their conversion to the good-posing dark side.
The first thing Cubit had done was run up to Inarabbita and 'glomp' him. It wound up with both of them on the floor, a pile of undiscernable limbs, flailing and... Well... Cubit was laughing. Inarabbita had been screaming and threatening and so on in order to get him off. It had been a slightly amusing moment.
But, anyway, back to the present.
Weil flipped a switch on the side of the table, the wires leading to several places along little Inarabbita's body glowing faintly with electricity and information. Wires of which lead directly into several places in the reploid boy's body, feeding him this electricity and information. It only took about a minute before his eyes snapped open. He simply layed there while Weil turned the stream off, moving around the table and disconnecting the wires from Inarabbita.
Once he was free of the bothersome things, Chilldre sat up, squinting as it felt like his head was being split into two. Eugh... Information overload. Last he remembered, he'd been fighting Zero when he'd made a wrong move, and...
He shuddered, looking questioningly over at Weil, who seemed to catch the unspoken inquiry.
"You were destroyed, Chilldre Inarabbita. I have rebuilt you and reactivated you. I need you to do something for me, now." He glared back over at that stupid console. "Your brother, Cubit Foxtar, has - I assume - defected. I need you to retrieve him."
The boy reploid made an annoyed noise. Defected? Cubit? ... Actually, it didn't surprise him, much. "Where is he?"
"He's most likely with the Mavericks," Weil muttered, returning his gaze to Chilldre. "You'll need a disguise. Fefnir will help you with that." As if on cue, the general appeared in the doorway of the laboratory.
"C'mon, kid," the fiery reploid urged, arms crossed, tapping his foot impatiently.
Without a word, Inarabbita hopped down from the table and followed Fefnir out of the laboratory, down the hall, and into a different room. The general disappeared into a little closet, leaving the boy reploid curious as to what he was going to retreive...
He watched as Fefnir returned, stopping directly infront of him and smirking suspiciously. Hmm. The taller reploid held out a pale-blue chip, of which Inarabbita took hesitantly.
"Download that." The general place one hand on his hip, waiting. "It's your disguise."
With a quiet little 'hmph', Inarabbita did just that, slotting the chip into a little place on his left forearm made for such a thing, eyes closed as he absorbed and then activated the program.
... His eyes nearly popped out when he re-opened them, coming face-to-face with a mirror the fiery reploid held up for him so he could view his diguise.
He had ice-blue hair tied back in a pony tail, ice-blue eyes, an a friggin' DRESS, of all things. A matching blue colour, too. It went down mid-thigh, where a pair of black shorts continue to the knee; sleeveless, a black undershirt continuing down to his elbows. Boots - with HEELS - reached up to his knees, and a pair of white, fingerless gloves were on his hands.
All right. Weil had some really screwy humour. "What the hell is this?!"
Fefnir could barely contain his laughter. Actually, he didn't even try. He was nearly rolling around on the floor. "Your disguise - I said that before you downloaded it," he managed to cease laughing long enough to say.
Inarabbita gave him the most dirtiest, evil, 'I'm going to eat your firstborn'-esque glare he could manage. "It's not funny! I-am-NOT-a-GIRL!" He stomped his foot down twice, frustrated beyond belief. WHY did people always do this to him? They either mistook him for a little girl, or gave him some stupid disguise or--- or something!
"Could'a fooled me," Fefnir muttered, snickering while he tried to stop laughing. "But anyway, your name for this mission will be 'Ina'."
Great, that was the name Cubit tended to use. Inarabbita frowned sulkily, crossing his arms and slouching. This... Was surely going to suck. "When do I go?"
Fefnir shrugged, turning and heading out of the room. "Now, I guess. C'mon."
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BAAH, short! Then again, aren't they all... Anyway. I more than likely butchered Weil, Fef' and Ina's personalities... But whatever!