Hey, Nibbles here. I may have forgotten to put an intro here last time, but I felt it only enhanced the chapter. I'm going to start off by saying that this is my first ever fan fiction. This was designed off of a mix of MLAATR and Warhammer 40,000. (Believe me I'll make it work) To me this is a writing challenge, and I may just do some more bazaar crossover in the future to help tone my writing skills.

It is not meant to be an epic saga, it's more or less something I'm planning on writing when I'm bored. So there's no definite time when updates will be. Reviews are welcome and appreciated.

Disclaimer: I do not own My Life as a Teenage Robot, nor do I own Warhammer 40,000. Any depiction of the characters in any way that is negative on the creators is merely out of good fun, nothing more. (Seriously, what's worse? The Nickelodeon or Games Workshop Secret Police burning your house down?)

Jenny didn't really talk to Brad most of the day. He felt bad, but what's worse is he didn't even know what he did! She just yelled at him for making a lame joke on their way to school. He wanted to apologize but that bit of manly pride was stopping him. Even if he didn't, Jenny was a tough girl, she'll be over it by tomorrow… he hoped. It wasn't until the end of 6th period that she started talking to him again.

"Who's that?" She asked brad, looking at a keenly dressed man, easily 17 or 18 sitting in the back of the class.

"I don't know. I'm assuming new student?" said Brad, answering her question with a question.

"New student? This late in the year? And look at him! He's actually reading the material. Ms. Campbell doesn't even assign anything in this class. And another thing, look at the way he's dressed, did someone die or is he just-"

"I'm sorry" interrupted Brad boldly

"What? Did you kill someone?" she said jokingly

"No, about this morning. My joke was insensitive. I apologize"

Jenny smiled and blushed a bit.

"Wow, I feel dumb. I thought you were mad at me. I mean, I way over reacted. I…. I have something I need to tell you." She said blushing even more.

"What?" Said Brad with a mix of intrigue and worry.

"When I went to Seattle-"

"What the fuck is this? We got an old fashioned boy on our hands" loudly interrupted Nolan Hudson, star quarterback and #1 ass hole. He was standing over the new kid, whom of which, did not even look up from his book.

"Did your mom dress you or something? Or did someone die?"Said the foot-ball player. A roll of chuckles filled the room. Jenny chuckled a bit, because it was her who said that first. Brad skewered his face a bit in disapproval.

"Yes, actually, it was my mother who died." The young man's voice was incredibly smooth and majestic. Almost musical in its own way. The roll of chuckles was met by a short wave of gasps, mainly of guilt. One of which was Jenny.

"Seriously?" said the Jock

"No but your heathen brain believed it. Now if you don't mind I'm studying and you are agitating me." The new kid's rebuttal was so well delivered that the massive jock reeled back before slamming the new guy's book shut and grabbing him by the collar.

"Heathen, eh? What are you some kind of funny guy? Huh? You think you're funny?" The choler rising in the jocks voice. Brad made eye contact with Jenny in a kind of, "are you going to do something" kind of way.

"Yes, heathen. Can you spell it. Or is troglodyte a more suitable word?" The kid made eye contact for the first time.

"What the fuck did you say to me?" said Nolan, picking the new guy on his feet. The new guy had to have stood a head taller than Nolan.

"Trog-lo-dyte," said the sharply dressed underdog, his voice confident and fluent. Jenny looked at Brad their eyes met in an "I think he's got this" kind of way. "Now release my collar or I will be forced to make you."

The jock reeled his arm back and swung at the new kid. With impossible speed, he caught the punch, twisted Nolan's arm and used the momentum to send him face first into the plaster desk. The desk shattered under the force and blood gushed from the athlete's broken face. Still, the sharply dressed kid seemed unmoved, as he picked his book up, brushed the dust off and looked at the teacher, who just now took her elderly face out of her romance novel.

"I warned him" said the man, his voice like a harp. No one said a thing. Jenny and Brad's eyes met again, this time in a "Holy Shit" kind of way.

The bell rang, signaling the end of the class. The new guy simply waltzed out of the class, and no one did a thing. The only sound was the bell, and the painful groans of Nolan. As the new kid crossed across the jaw dropped room, he looked into the crowd, and his lavender eyes met Jenny's. He gave her a half smile and a wink and continued out of the class. Her face is almost completely blue from imitated blushing. Eventually, Brad made the first move, standing up and grabbing his things.

"Well that was weird" he said "Come on Jenny"

"Oh. Right," she stood up, still blushing.

The rest of the class followed in suite, except the infuriate Nolan who stood up, snorting in hateful agony, stumbling around a bit from what one would assume is a moderate concussion. The two friends left the room and made their way to their lockers, Jenny's mouth still slacked and her cheeks a bit flushed. At their lockers, they met up with Sheldon.

"Hey guys! What's up?" his gaze fell upon Jenny "Looking good as always Jenny."

"Yea." She said, lost in thought.

"Yea? What's wrong with her?" asked Sheldon.

"Some guy winked at her." Answered Brad for the inanimate Jenny.

"So, I do that all the time" responded Sheldon

"Yea but you didn't slam Nolan Hudson's head through a desk either." Spoke Brad, almost caustic. The group sat in silence for a second.

"What?" questioned Sheldon breaking the silence.

"Yea. He moved like fucking Bruce Lee or something. I've never seen a guy move that fast." Said Brad.

"Yea. He was amazing." Said Jenny, almost bubbly.

"Amazing? Is she serious? If violence is so attractive to you, then why do you fight to stop it?" Said Sheldon cynically. Jenny closed her locker and scowled at him. "Never mind."

The next few days were a bit fractal. All that Jenny wanted to talk about was that new guy. She must have fallen hard for him. He was suave, good looking, intelligent, obviously athletic. Brad felt almost jealous, he didn't know why. It's not like he had his eyes on Jenny. That's Sheldon's game. It's not like he hasn't thought about it, but, Jenny is his best friend… and not human.

It was Wednesday that the new kid finally approached Jenny, god knows she didn't have the gonads to go and talk to him first. She was at her locker at lunch, looking through her backpack. He was sharply dressed as always, his gorgeous eyes peering over his bluish-purple sunglasses.

"Hey," he said, leaning against Brad's locker. Jenny blushed.

"Uh, hi." She said awkwardly.

"Its Jenny right?"

"Yes, yes it is." She smiled.

"I've heard about you. XJ9 to the academic world. You're pretty amazing."

"Me, no. I'm just me." she turned behind her locker door to hide her girlish squealing.

"Well, I'm Ben, just Ben. I'd like to know 'just me' a little better. I'm new around here, and it would be an honor if the glorious Jennifer 'XJ9' Wakemen gave me a tour. Maybe of a diner, and a movie theatre afterwards?"

She giggled, and immediately reacted.

"That… That'd be great." She turned to him, he was smiling. His teeth were perfect, in fact everything about him was perfect. As if he were made not created.

"Groovy. Is Friday, 5:00, okay?" spoke the harp voiced Ben.

"Yes!" Jenny yelled, but quickly caught herself "Yea, that'd be great"

"Awesome. See you then, love."

Jenny waved the man goodbye and then collapsed to the wall, her heart filled with butterflies. She felt like she was the luckiest girl in the world. She looked at the mirror that hung on her locker door, seeing the very attractive girl within its reflection. Her body now had definition, and was smooth and slender. She felt accepted.

"Gerardo I owe you own." She said to herself

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The machine scarab moved over the dead rock surface, picking through the rubble. Four limbs worked in unison to kind the vital piece to the survival of his race. The moon was barren and black. Charred by war from long before his time. He finished with the pile and floated on the low gravity to another pile of rubble. Off in the distance he saw many other scarabs looking as well. Their bright green or deep red a stark contrast to the ashen waste of the moon.

"Damn, there is no chance we're going to find that damn artifact." Said the scarab, slumping in exhaustion.

"What was that?" Said a deep, southern- accented voice from behind him. The beetle rolled over, his robot eyes widened as his sight matched his hearing. A tall, humanoid robot stood behind him. The robot was sleek and his outer plating was smooth and plated in a now tarnished gold. His face was featureless, excluding the two slits that he used to see with.

"Uh…" said the scarab warrior, terrified "I was just saying how I'm getting back to work, Cassias."

"That's what I thought you said." The massive machine leaned down at the scarab, and bellowed in a hateful voice "You're lucky you're one of the few that survived the counter-invasion on Cluster Prime, because if it were any other case, I'd tear you limb from limb. Got that?"

The beetle nodded.

"Yes sir," said the Cluster Drone rather shaken. The machine man turned on his heel and went to oversee the other excavators "but one quick question."

"Hmm?" Cassius didn't even turn around.

"What are we looking for again?" Cassius turned and marched to the scarab, holding out his palm forcefully. His arm opened up and a hologram of a green orb appeared.

"That! Do you have any more questions you sniveling worm?" spat the one called Cassius.

"No sir" shivered the scarab.

This time Cassius's feet ignited and flame propelled him into the air, and over the dozens of Cluster Drones that dug for a sacred artifact. Cassius landed on a large cliff, above the other worker drones. His palm opened up yet again, this time the hologram is that of a robot woman.

"It is not much longer my Queen. You shall be awakened again, and we will have our love again." He clenched his fist and the device closes. "And we shall reap vengeance on the humans and XJ9."

Suddenly a voice of a drone crackled in his ear.

"Boss, you might want to come see this."

Cassius flew with great speed to the location the call came from. Upon his arrival, he noticed the entire working force of this moon was surrounding a huge pillar of rock. Cassius landed and pushed through the crowd of Cluster Drones.

"What? What the hell is it? What did you-" Cassius's voice was stifled as he noticed the massive symbol carved into the rock. It had long since been eroded but compared to the images he had seen, the symbol was spot on. A small circle with 6 lines that petruding from it, the bottom longer than the rest, and the top formed into a semi-circle. Cassius laughed a laugh that boomed for miles.

"We found it! HA! It does exist!" Cassius taking a moment to soak in his findings. "This is the entrance to the tomb of the Necrons."