Omega balked, his gaze switching between the bleeding Model A Mega Man before him, Grey, and some walls that separated him and his charges, Pandora and Prometheus. Their primordially-minded biometals frantically called for his aid in the middle of his fight with the transforming tween.

God fucking damn it all. Was he nothing more than a babysitter now?

He screamed in frustration, because he'd been demanded right now and even taking ten seconds to dispatch the Mega Man he'd just spent who-knows-how-long thrashing was too long by his system's standards. Grey yelped and jumped in fear and confusion as the raging God of Destruction blasted through a nearby wall, and another behind it, reacting immediately to the distress signals broadcast by Model W, and before him or the odd mavericks apparently cornering Pandora and Prometheus knew, there was a very pissed-off old man currently murdering the ever-loving shit out of the lot of them.

Grey, confused more than anything, cautiously leaned in to look after the screeching devil reploid and poked his head past the rubble,watching the carnage with the most adorably horrified expression ever. Pandora and Prometheus weren't exactly immune to the confusion, having just awoken from an unconscious state and having apparently forgotten that Omega was a now A Thing. They just kind of stared at each other, then at the maverick's fresh corpses, and Omega, then at each other again, before finally catching Grey's eye.

"Oh. You're... here too? Huh."

They then looked to Omega.

"Shit. You weren't a dream, were you?"

Omega dropped the corpse of the last of the poor, dead mavericks and absolutely glared at the siblings (despite the fact that they were his masters and he should be beholden and respectful to them). He couldn't help a twinge of malicious pleasure at the way they spooked at his gaze alone.

"IF you will EXCUSE me..." Omega growled, turning back to his previous business.

Model A balked, "Uh oh!"

Grey realized his folly and scattered. Omega howled, leaped over and around the fallen buildings surrounding the group, and pounced on the poor boy anyways. Somewhere in the mess of trying to grab and/or murder the little literal bastard, the Model A Mega Man managed to turn himself around completely and slip past Omega back towards the siblings. He tackled the boy to the ground, fully intent on finishing the legacy of Albert then and there, but was yet again stopped in his tracks.

"Whoa! Hey! Hold on a moment!"

Omega bared his fangs at Prometheus's command, shooting his hand down to grab the megamerged boy beneath him by the throat. Grey wisely froze. "What!?"

Prometheus seemed kind of stunned at his own audacity, still completely baffled from the current situation and trying to work things out. Pandora, acting as an audience up until now, spoke up. "...Hostage... if you kill him... we can't-"

"Use him as a hostage, I get it! Fine." Omega then proceeded to pick up Grey by the throat and drag him to the Model W Mega Men, dropping the boy at their feet like something between a sacrifice and offal. Grey, stunned, just curled up like a submissive dog, wide eyed and whimpering on his back. He looked upwards at Pandora and Prometheus, and the trio just sort of stared at each other while the almighty crimson destroyer huffed and shoved himself in a corner to pout, cheated of his kill.

The staring continued. Apparently no one knew what to make of the situation.

"Uh... hi? I'm glad you're not dead?"

Grey really was just a puppy Omega thought, snorting. First thing he did was greet his captors like that? Useless. If people like him were the world's heroes, then goddamn the world needed to grow a pair. It's not Like Weil's warmongering had kicked the metaphorical world in the balls that hard, had they? Wait. This was Weil he was thinking about. Yeaaaah. Ok, the world could be a little bitch after that, he mused with dark humour.

The conversation continued despite Omega's musings to himself. Prometheus blinked, surprised by Grey's greeting. He cocked his head, and then began grinning insanely. "Oh. Oh I am very much glad I'm not dead too!"

Grey then realized that maybe trying to appeal to Pandora and Prometheus's good side was maybe not the best of plans, because quite frankly he wasn't really sure they had one any more. Wasn't the last thing he'd heard them say something about destroying the world Albert made? Oh yeah. He quailed as Prometheus stood, bearing his scythe triumphantly.

Next second Prometheus threw up blood and fell to the ground. Pandora gasped. Omega just rolled his eyes, grumbled, and trotted over to the pair. Grey and Pandora could really only watch in shock as Omega flipped Prometheus over by his headgear, grinning caustically at Prometheus's pained protests.

"You still need medical attention. You and your sister. I am at your command, but I would suggest prioritizing your recovery." He gazed over sternly at the female Mega Man, and all in attendance managed to spot the beginnings of blood trailing down from Pandora's nose. The quiet maverick was just as surprised as the rest of them. Omega snorted in disdain, "Seeing as you've decided to keep this potential threat as a hostage rather than neutralizing him, I suggest you use him." Omega's red eyes bore holes into Grey's timid figure, and the poor child gulped.

"I, uh, I-I mean... Uhm. Model A? Any way we could call the Guardians?"

Omega turned to Prometheus, doing what he could to help the squirming, coughing man who looked rather put out at the moment. Omega gave a cheeky grin, ignoring the planning Pandora and Grey had started behind him. The red reploid was endlessly amused by the fact that every time Prometheus tried to talk, he just ended up coughing blood. "Serves you right for making me dance earlier," Omega taunted under his breath.

Prometheus just gave him a dirty look, clearly not amused at the backtalk. It was then that Omega realized he was probably going to have a LOT of fun at the sibling's expense if they didn't smarten up about Omega's loopholes soon. Sure, he had to obey them. But if they didn't order him NOT to do things...!

Well. That would be catastrophically fun indeed.