Scene #7489: The Conversion Device

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Reliant	MOBILE MANUFACTORY PHOBOS Entrapta's Lab As before, there is a sort of controlled chaos to Entrapta's laboratory. The workbenches aren't arranged quite the way they were before, but they do line up in very precise patterns that make reasonable sense if you examine them for a few moments. The tank-like conversion device retrieved from one of Dr. Wily's saucers has been situated at the middle of the room, with a single workbench relocated to within reasonable chair-rolling distance of it. Having lead the group away from Hordak's lab, Entrapta seizes a roller chair with her hair a couple of feet inside the door, hoists herself into it, and scoots it across the floor towards the conversion capsule. She presses a release button, causing the capsule to open with a pronounced HISS. One of the floating helicopter drones that had relocated the capsule comes in carrying a large cooler. It sets it down at the foot of the capsule, and then flies away. Entrapta seems to become altogether enraptured by what she's doing. The cooler is pushed open with several split tendrils of hair, which extract... an arm. It has a rather odd look to it; the skin is white, but the forearms are rather degenerate, with little muscle and visible bone mass. About halfway down the forearm the skin turns blue-black, though it's unclear if this is a part of the degeneracy of the limb or simply how it's supposed to look. It is, at any rate, not a human appendage. A sharp-eyed examiner would be able to connect the skin color variation to the bat-faced man upstairs. Entrapta is literal inches from dropping the limb into the conversion capsule when she gives a start. "Oh, I am so sorry, I got caught up and forgot you were there," Entrapta says, rotating her chair with her hair to face everyone else. She is still holding that arm, which in fact, is a severed and preserved arm. "Was there anything you wanted to try first? I was just gonna see what happens if I roboticize this arm."
Xion	"A roboticization device!" Xion gasps, carrying into the room after Entrapta with eyes pie-wide. "I actually expected it to be more... grabby? Aggressive? I guess it's just a tube, though. That's cool too! It's like a--" Xion searches her memory visibly for a few moments, eyes tracking up and then left-right. "Wow! I've never actually seen anything like it, ever. Um..." Xion points at the arm with her right index finger, and the TUBE with the other. "It's not a mechanizer, though, is it? It's a roboticizer. So if you put an arm in there, an arm-bot will come out. That's not the same as a mechanical arm. Do you think it'll have a personality after? Would you rather have it just make organic things mechanical things? You might want to adjust it, if so."
Chase	"Do what you want. It does not matter to me." Having been pretty much quiet the entire time, Chase finally speaks up, if only because a question was directed vaguely at him. Still, a device that turns people into machines, if the word 'roboticize' means what he thinks it does. It seems relatively useful... And wrong, somehow, which causes Chase to frown underneath his helmet. Though a device that turns things into robots does raise a weird question. "What happens if you put something that is already a machine in this?"
X	Since mechanics are Douglas' time to shine, he's the one who interjects with a raised hand and a cheeky, "Yep!" With his goggles secured tightly to his face, he approaches the capsule to begin his work, attempting to figure out how to crack it open and take a look at its internal parts, as well as discern how the function of roboticizing operates or, if nothing else, through what it does so. Was it a roboticizing beam? Was there an entire assembly and conversion kit on the inside? At this moment, at least to him, it was a mystery. However, it was one that Douglas intended to solve. At the least, though, he was polite enough not to completely disassemble it when she already seemed to have something she intended on doing. He'd need to work quick, and besides, with his headset performing a deep scan of the capsule while he worked, he could go over the finer details later when compiling the data. It was just easier for him to get the hands on experience, prior. Bored out of his mind, Axl is leaned up against a wall, counting the bolts overhead for the nth time. "I ... don't think it would be able to do anything to something that isn't organic. Or, I guess, depending on what Douglas finds, it might turn inanimate objects into robots. I'm not sure." X responds to Chase's query, face scrunching up slightly in thought. Yes, he is thinking about it cranking out Toaster Man. Or Tiger Electronics Gaming Wristwatch Man.
Reliant	"You know... I hadn't thought of that! But, if it did, it probably wouldn't be any more complex than one of these guys," Entrapta declares, yanking one of the helicopter bots passing overhead down with her hair and holding it up illustratively for Xion. "The Doc's complicated bots are all pretty big. Now I wanna know if it WILL do what you think it will, so I think I'll give it a try anyway." She frowns a little, and adds, "Of course, if it does that then it won't be any good at all for what I need it for." The rotors get caught in Entrapta's hair and she spends a moment disentangling herself from the helicopter bot. The rest of Xion's questioning, though, is addressed throughout the struggle: It's not a surgical device! That is, it's not cutting you up and replacing you with machinery. The Doc's experimented with processes like that, he's not a fan. Part of it is that he's not a great surgeon! That's more my department, when it's needed." She pushes the rotorbot away and turns to look at Chase. "Fascinating question! I don't know. If I had to take a stab at guessing, it probably gets turned into a machine in the Doc's style. Might have some of his programming injected into it too. That's actually part of what I want to find out. The Mind Essentia he's using for it would be good for pasting a template into an electronic brain." A long tendril of hair reaches over to pat Chase on his head, "But don't worry, we're not here to program you to be a Wilybot. Your style is way too unique to replace with a cut-and-paste job!" Douglas inspects the capsule. The interior is shockingly similar to what he'd expect of a 21XX-era repair capsule, of the kind that is lined up in circles in Hunter facilities. This model, or close enough, still exists but is largely relegated to facilities that are lower on the upgrade priority list than most. There is an emitter device at the top-center and bottom-center, and while there are numerous panels suggestive of the capacity to utilize physical tools, Douglas sees very little wear-and-tear and probably gets the idea that it can be used as a standard repair pod because it was made out of one rather than customized wholesale. The upper emitter has functions similar to that of X's copy buster, albeit slanted in a weird way. It has an input/output function, and while this would ordinarily be parsed as some kind of teleporter device, it's more accurate to say that it takes in mass and puts it back out in a different format. It has no "outgoing" outside of the capsule itself, but comparing it to a teleporter device that can reconfigure the energy form of what's inside it is more-or-less accurate. Insofar as they have been able to be inspected, the functionality is very similar to what can be found in the capsules that X has historically found armor in. The lower emitter is... mostly a mystery. It has some electronics that strongly resemble the sort of things that Gate and Berkana toyed with, but it uses some of that Multiverse-rooted stuff that Entrapta makes use of. It's probably safe to assume that's the Mind Essentia component she was talking about. What Douglas CAN ascertain is that there is some internal storage with something in it that might be called a chunk of a DNA soul, but certainly not a complete one.
X	"Huh..." Musing to himself, Douglas puts everything back in its proper order. As far as he could tell, Wily had modified what was, by all signs, a repair capsule without completely remodeling it. Furthermore, he utilized teleportation technology to modify lifeforms in-transit. Teleportation, at least back home, still wasn't safe for humans just yet, but progress was being made on that front ... but it didn't need to be safe for a human here, did it? They'd be coming back as a machine, after all. That node on the bottom ... thinking back on those incidents from before, and what we know about DNA Souls now ... using a partial DNA Soul can't be a mistake or a coincidence. He's using it as a blueprint or a base of some kind and letting the missing parts fill out once the conversion is complete; like a mold to turn a human into a reploid. Their body is converted into energy, and the processing matrix has been modified to rebuild them. During this process, they're interfaced with the DNA Soul ... to stablize the transformation? Maybe.. "Douglas?" "Oh, sorry, I was just thinking. Anyway, go ahead! Sorry for keeping you up," he motions to Entrapta, before walking back over towards X. "I think it's fairly up in the air about it being possible to reverse. But, it's not impossible, for sure. The only hurdle for us would be figuring out how to use the teleporter's output to safely reconstruct organic matter without a high variance for error. But, that might not even be a problem in this world." X smiles, relieved, "It's something, at least. A direction we can work towards." The engineer nods, frowning briefly, "That 'Mind Essentia' .. I wonder if it came like that, or .."
Xion	"Ohhhhhhhhhhh!" Xion agrees eagerly, smiling as Entrapta explains. "Well, maybe if you just put a... thingie over the mind-adder, you can block out the mind rays, and just have it replace the hurt normal bits with the mechanical bits. Easy!" It won't be that easy. But it is Entrapta. And Douglas! "I think it does matter to you, Chase. If you're the protector of machine life, then wouldn't this be something you're really interested in? If someone used this, they'd be someone you'd have to protect! But also, isn't that great? That people could choose you? I think that's really sweet." She says, of the mind-rewriting Dark Man Man creator.
Chase	"I see. Thank you." Chase, at least, assumes Entrapta is complimenting him. The answer he gets, is also concerning. Luckily, it's just theorizing, currently. "I do not think this is a machine most people would use willingly, given what we have heard. Perhaps if it were in the hands of Brain or Heart, I would be more receptive to it... As of now, this is only an object for taking away someone's freedom." Freedom? Why does he care about the freedom of anything other than Roidmude. Mashin Chaser places a head on their head, leaning forward slightly as his head begins hurting. Just as quickly as the pain starts though, it disappears. He's fine. It's fine. He returns back to his natural stanced up posture, as if nothing happened.
Reliant	"That'd probably cause real problems if there was something WITH a mind in the machine, but it'd probably work on something that's mindless. I wanna see what happens without tampering with it, first! That was a really good call you made," Entrapta exclaims towards Xion. Now that Douglas is done tinkering with the machine, she pops the arm inside and triggers the pod to close. It hisses shut, a green light gleaming to life on the inside. The silhouette of the arm is visible in the not-quite-glass cover, a shadow among the light. Practically bouncing in her seat, she finds the operator panel and presses a prominent green button. The machine hums to life. Particles of light begin to race through the interior; it's a familiar thing to watch, for X, who has seen this same process from the inside. It's slower, though, and happening in reverse. Fragments of the arm are being stripped away in voxels, not grotesquely but extremely cleanly, vanishing into the top emitter as the machine works. "You need Break Man," she says after a while, turning 'round to look at Douglas and X with her chin rested on the back of arched hands. "There are two Robot Masters that have teleporters which are TOTALLY organic-stable. Break Man is the one that'll probably give you a hand. There's also Gate Man, but he's the Doc's personal escape hatch so you're just not gonna get ahold of him." Entrapta turns back around to watch the machine work. The last bit of the arm disappears with a flicker. The lighting inside flickers to a bright red, and the lower emitter turns on. The appendage that begins to be re-assembled inside is indeed "Wily-style". The skeletal appearance is stylized away, but the white and blue-black color scheme remains. Again, this part gets relatively boring in short order, since it is a rote reassembly in voxels. An eye appears in the palm of the hand, and the distinctive shape of a "buster arm" makes itself evident. Once again Entrapta turns away, this time to look up at Chase. She smiles at him, and says, "People will give up an awful lot if they think it'll get them something nice. The Doc's not that hard to work with for his kids, even if he seems pretty out there. I think... people just didn't appreciate him, once, when it mattered a lot to him. And he's not a big fan of other people who mistreat robots." When Chase registers some sort of distress, Entrapta lifts herself up to the full height that her hair can raise her to and lowers her welding mask, leaning in close to examine his head and circling him rapidly. "Are you okay? Did you sustain some sort of damage?" There is a faint hum as the main door opens. The tall figure of Hordak proceeds through the doors, his hands clasped behind his back as he walks. He has the rigid posture of a career military man. Simultaneously the capsule hisses open, releasing a cloud of steam. The armbot -- and it is most definitely an armbot and not merely a mechanical arm -- drags itself out. It doesn't appear particularly aware, though. It just starts dragging itself in a straight line towards the wall.
Xion	Xion continues to beam with the praise. She did a smart thing! Like Entrapta! Bouncing off of others and helping out is the best thing you can do when you're not capable of it yourself. Surrounded by so many brainy mechanically-inclined sorts helps make her brain a little bigger, too. Well, it makes her desire to think critically about things increase dramatically. The capsule closes and Xion steps back, her posture straightening out a bit as Hordak enters the area. With X around, and Entrapta asking after it, Xion summons a fistful of medals and starts pawing through them like a rolodex. "Break Man... Break Man... Here!" Xion pulls out the red-gold medallion featuring Break Man's face on it, holding it out to Entrapta. "If you need Break Man's power, it's in here! Though, it's really the Break Gear's power. I didn't need a teleportation power, I'm pretty good at that. Double Gear, though, is amazing! Maybe your teleporter just needs a boost?" The emblem on the medallion-backing is a gear with a thunderbolt crack in it. Chase's hesitance to turn people into robots -- and the crawling arm -- draws a somber nod. "I'm sorry. You're right. I just thought... There's a lot of things that robots do better than humans. If someone could become a robot, without the mind control... that's better, right?"
X	"So we need to get his cooperation, huh.." Douglas mutters, rubbing his chin. He'd been informed of the goings on at the theft, after all. X, for his part, watches the process with an uneasy feeling. Even though he did not possess the organ necessary for the feeling, he felt a 'nautious stomach ache'; a perturbed sensation, for sure. And at the end of it, the armbot crawls right on out. Did he reverse engineer one of Dr. Light's ...? It'd make sense. He and Zero had already come to the conclusion that Zero's first generation body, from before he was rebuilt by the Counter Hunters, was most likely created from the designs of X's First Armor. That the Z-Buster was identical to his First Armor's Spiral Crush Buster was not lost on either of them, an answer that had become concise in the revelation of Zero's origins. "Well, we don't really /need/ Break Man to co-operate, even if it'd be nice." "Eh?" Douglas looks X's way, head tilting to the side at his comment. Of course, X would rather have more allies than enemies, but ... His eyes fall to Axl, who quickly realize he's being stared at. "Wha?" "Oh ... " Douglas murmurs, catching on. "I guess that'd work." With a troubled expression, the scarfaced copycat frowns childishly, "What'd work? Don't leave me in the dark, Doug." "Don't call me Doug!" "Then tell me!" Turning to Xion, X smiles in gratitude, "I appreciate your offer, but, it's not so much a matter of output as it is the accuracy of our matrixes. They're not accurate enough with organic material for it to be consistently safe, the acceptable variance of error for teleportation has to be under two percent. It's technically possible to try and reverse the process here with only a little tinkering from Douglas, I think, but the margin of error would be large enough that there'd be a significant number of cases where the patient would ... " Not be put back together correctly. Most of the modern advancements in technology in 21XX, after the recessive period of the Wily Incidents, had been reverse engineered by Dr. Cain using X and the other equipment found in Dr. Light's lab. This, like many things re-discovered in that time, brought its own complications. "Oh, I get it now!" Axl exclaims, holding up a finger. "You just need me to copy that guy who almost smelted me last time, so that you can get the specs for his teleportation system down." "No way! I don't wanna'! That was way too scary!" Douglas pulls on his cheeks, "You're a hunter, aren't you?! Show some guts!"
Chase	"I'm fine, no damage. Just tired." Tired? They blink at their own answer. They don't get tired. Not normally. Though mental exhaustion is probably possible, at the very least. He has been doing a lot more thinking as of late. It checks out. The disembodied arm begins crawling away towards a wall, prompting Mashin Chaser to stride over and pick it up. Not that a single arm can do much or get anywhere, but it's better to keep something still if you want to keep an eye on it. "It would be better if it was their choice. I agree." They give Xion a small nod, before attempting to hand the arm off to Entrapta.
Reliant	"Oh boy," Entrapta says, taking the Break Man medallion and turning it over in her hair. "I hope he's not using double gear much. Break Man's all bespoke, since he was the first. Problem is that means he's all high-expense, "no chill" machinery on the inside. A budget breaker!" She returns the medal and shoves her chair with sudden, abrupt force, hooking around Hordak and coming about the other side of him to frame him with her hair, "Like Hordak's armor! I went all-out with this design. Even used some first ones tech with a special Entrapta spin to it. Hi, Hordak." Raising her welding mask, she taps a gem roughly matching the color of her hair set into the high collar of his suit. Hordak blinks and glances sidelong at Entrapta in response to being used as a prop like this. He doesn't really seem to know what to make of it-- or do, for that matter. "Anyway, no, we're gonna need the guy himself. But if you're offering use of your Double Gear system for something, I'm sure I can find a way to make it useful. In fact, I wonder if it could improve the resulting robot that comes outta this thing..." You have given Entrapta a blank check for arbitrarily improving the performance of something for a while by hooking it up directly to you. This is surely a good thing. Roll roll roll roll. Entrapta comes to a halt next to Axl and Douglas. Her expression is rather apologetic. "Listen... you have a really amazing ability, and I'm sure that for all the purposes you'd normally copy somebody, it'd be fine. But Break Man isn't normal. He's like your friend." A tendril of hair points at X. "I'm sure you can copy him. Can you copy him so well that you have full expected functionality of every system, even the weird ones? Wouldjya expect to do the same with X?" She asks, earnestly. Before he has a chance to answer though, Entrapta rotates to look at Chase. She makes a thoughtful noise as she accepts the crawling arm from him and replies, "If you say so... but you being tired at all sounds like a symptom of an error to me! Were you designed to have an activity limit?" Multiple tendrils split out, pop open the maintenance panel on the arm's buster, and disables its power. It stops moving. Entrapta connects a small handheld computer to a port in the buster. Hordak, who looks faintly grumpy at all of this stuff that he doesn't really have a hand in, strides forward to inspect the capsule. He frowns when his eyes find the lower emitter. "This machine is not fit for your works, Entrapta," Hordak says, turning on his heel. He glances towards the put-upon Axl, the faintest hint of amusement tugging at the corners of his lips as the junior hunter is teased and rough-housed. "Come and see me when you're done with your... little friends." He sweeps out of the room without offering further input.
X	Douglas stops pulling on Axl's cheeks long enough for him to compose himself to answer Entrapta's question, "That's a good question. I d'unno, I've never tried ... well, if his systems are supposed to be protected the same way that X's is, I guess maybe not? It's hard to say." Basically, they wouldn't know unless they tried. But, X thought, Entrapta had a point. They couldn't really rely on that. Maybe if it turned out to be impossible to acquire Break Man's cooperation on that point it could suffice for a last ditch effort. Otherwise, if they couldn't do it that way, they could perhaps try and corner the other Robot Master that Wily had on his side, Gate Man, and see if they could copy it off of him instead. He might not have those protections, if Break Man did, and Break Man weren't willing to help them. This was all worrying over something that might or might not be true, though. So their first course of action should be to try to bring Break Man to their side, for this instance, anyway. Hordak sweeps out of the room, as Axl sticks his tongue out at him from behind his back, pulling down on one of his eyelids. "Bleh!" "That guy ... he shows a little smile and then he gets all embarassed. Is he a kid or somethin'?" " ... what? Don't look at me like that. I'm a grown man! That's right, a cool adult!" Douglas shakes his head, "What a troublesome, incorrigible brat you are, Axl." While Axl was busy looking indignant, X turned back to the machine with a frown. "I do agree with Hordak, though. While it has .. interesting implications, as is, this thing is nothing but a force for harm." Maybe what she said about Wily was true. Maybe he was misunderstood, maybe people didn't appreciate him when they should have. Maybe there was a future where he could have been someone that X resepcted. But he wasn't, and in this present, he was a menace to society. Under no circumstances would he allow Wily to re-take this equipment. It wasn't likely he could just manufacture another one so easily, and so long as they had it, the ball was in their court. They just had to play keep away, figure out how to undo all the harm he'd done, and then dismantle his armed forces -- hopefully, for good. At least, that was his goal. I wonder .. how the Dr. Light of this world is doing? Is he happy, and surrounded by his children? The Dr. Light I remember .. was so sad. Like he had an unimaginable burden on his shoulders. He was alone. Mr 'brothers' that I've met from this world, didn't exist. Or if they did, they were long gone by the time he made me. I just hope that ... this Dr. Light is taking it easy, I guess.
Xion	Lifesaver, giant that he is, towers over Xion as she hands off the Break Man medallion, a bright glint in her eyes. "Huh? That sounds cool! If you want, just ask me about it if I'm not around. They're sort of... Stuck to me? Sort of?" Xion doesn't explain more, smiling warmly as Entrapta loops an arm around Hordak's business and indicates his work. "If you care about someone, then you'll go the extra bit, right? Plus, the armor's snazzy!" Hordak immediately leaves. Xion looks a bit-past-hurt into a mix of 'I'm anxious!' and 'oh no! He's anxious!'. But there's a final thing to consider. "I wouldn't say that, Axl. Entrapta's super inspired! And she's also a genius, too. If she gets her hands on something, it'll get bettered! Like Hordak's armor!" Xion nods at the tube. "A teleporter-changer could be really useful, especially if it can make one kind of person another kind. It could fix a lot, don't you think? And that's way better than a tool only usable for evil. It's a tool! You can use it for the best thing you can come up with, with a little effort and some help from friends."
Chase	"Roidmude do not have an activity limit. It may be an error, however, now that you mention it. I will talk to Brain about it some time." An error is concerning, yes. But Mashin Chaser's voice doesn't show any worry. After all, he has Brain and Medic. They're... Trustworthy. In the meantime, Mashin Chaser just silently watches Entrapta work. His eyes occasionally going to Xion, X, and then Hordak when he walks in to add in his two cents. There's a split second, awkward realization that while everyone has been pretty talkative, he's probably said less words than anyone else in the room barring the guy who has been constantly walking in and out. Unfortunately, the awkwardness doesn't stick to him. The cringe finds nowhere to stick and instead bounces off in his stanced up mind.
Reliant	"Okay, see you later!" Entrapta stands up and waves at Hordak's back. She looks much less impressive on her feet than when she's hoisted up on her hair. She turns on her heel towards Axl, a dim smile on her features. "No, nothing like that. He's sick." The explanation is delivered without judgment-- in fact, in contrast to perhaps the whole rest of the room, Entrapta doesn't really seem to pick up on Axl having a sour or negative note to his voice. But she does seem to recognize he's got some confidence stuff going on when he insists on his own coolness. Entrapta sweeps around the side of him and hooks her arms around his shoulders reassuringly, and replies, "Everybody's cool in their own way, and a part of being cool is not being perfect. Without imperfection, we'd all be the same. And there's nothing wrong with being young! Don't be in a hurry to be the big man in the room." More quietly, she adds, "I think those guys usually have less fun. Half the Princesses at Princess Prom left upset." She looks down at the robot arm in her hands, and the little computer readout coming out of it, "I don't think this is going to work to make Hordak better. But! I do have some info for you already. It looks like it does push Wily's programming into the mind of the recipient. At the very least, they wouldn't be able to directly harm him. You could probably get around the others, but that one's ironclad." Unplugging the minicomputer, Entrapta re-enables the power and puts the arm down on the floor. It starts crawling in a straight line again. "Anyway, you can take it if you want, but since you're not friendly with the Doc it's probably better to leave it here." She points at the Conversion Capsule, "If you guys wanna keep poking at it, go ahead. As much as I'd reaaaaa~lly enjoy getting lost in it with you, I think..." Entrapta turns a worried gaze upwards, "That I really oughta check on Hordak." She starts collecting tools with her hair, carrying on the conversation as she does so. Entrapta grins towards Xion and nods firmly, "Yep! Well, we're lab partners, after all. Most people aren't very interested in it when I start yammering about how machines work. I mean, they like the machines when they hit the field! But they don't wanna hear about it. Hordak's a lot more engaged with that sort of stuff. Especially with what he had to work with!" "Our world's not especially advanced. More magic than tech-- sort of, the line's blurry, it's actually mostly just very advanced tech that people don't know how to work with..." "Anyway, he was making stuff like this place--" she gestures around as her hair fixes a toolbelt to her waist, "with really basic power systems and cabling! It only took a little tweaking to make it safer. But boy, he had to cut so many corners, our mineral availability is so bad, I think the First Ones must have dug up a lot of the copper and gold..." Entrapta looks mightily interested in the idea of a 'teleporter changer' for altering the type of being a person is MORE broadly than organic-to-machine or machine-to-organic. But, and this is rather unusual, she manages to keep herself on-target right now. "Write that down!" She exclaims, pointing at Xion. She whirls on Chase, taps something in on her datapad, and nods rapidly. "Robots get sick, too, you know. It's a lot different from human sickness! If you want a second opinion, come to me. I'd be ecstatic to have a look! As long as you're not feeling extra murder-y though, it's probably fine for now." Another pat on the head follows-- and then, with a final wave from multiple strands of hair, Entrapta hoists herself up into an open panel in the ceiling and is gone.
Xion	"Helping... people... with the bodies... they want." Xion repeats, a notebook of yellow paper and pen simply In her hands as she takes the note down. She peels off the post-it and sticks it to the side, before sticking it more firmly with a few pieces of tape. "Okay! It's down. I'll leave it with you, Entrapta! Otherwise, if I brought it home Vexen would just make Dusks Man, and that would be terrible." You all imagine Five Dusks Turned Into One Robot Master. It is a terrible thought. A pat on the back is given Chase's way as a swirling-in portal of darkness opens in the CRAWLER PHOBOS lab. "I've got to go, though, so... if you want the Break Gear's power, just let me know! And, um, Lifesaver? Douglas? Thanks for helping out. You too, Axl! Copies are hard to get as good as the original, but even a limited copy can be used to do amazing things." Xion waves with her fistful of medallions, and then backsteps through the portal.
X	Lifesaver holds the Break Gear in hand, and the usually stoic man smiles. But only a teensy, tiny little bit. "Alright. Look after yourself." Axl, for Entrapta's comfort, visibly winds down a little. "Well..I -- " His eyes scrunching unpleasantly, he looks away. He wants to refute her statement, but he can't find it in himself to do so. It's not wrong, and more importantly, he couldn't mouth off to someone being so nice to him. Still, if he was still a kid ... then how was he ever going to protect anybody? A dumb brat couldn't do something like that. A kid couldn't stand shoulder to shoulder with someone like X, or Zero. As if understanding the plight by the look on his face, even after Entrapta takes her leave, X reaches out. For a moment, he almost places it on Axl's head before realizing that it'd be counter-productive to what he wanted to say, and instead lowers it for a handshake. "Eh?" Axl murmurs. "Even though you're immature, I do think you're reliable. I'm glad to have you as a comrade." "Y-yeah?!" "Yeah." Douglas grins, and waves back at Xion, along with Axl, "See ya! Take care!" Lifesaver opens up a large, metal case similar to the kind utilized to hold the Zetsumeriser previouosly, and uses it to scoop the arm up and seal it inside. "We'll be taking this for further study. As well, I think it'd be prudent for you to remain here and continue researching the capsule, Douglas." Rubbing the back of his neck, the engineer nods with a tight, neutral expression. "Yeah, probably. Since she said I could poke at it while she's away, I'll take this opportunity to take it all apart and see precisely how it ticks. Maybe I'll figure out something new and useful!" X nods, "Hopefully. In the meantime, Axl and I will return to HQ with Lifesaver. Signas will want to be updated on the situation ... if it's possible, we also may need to establish a point of contact with ... Dr. Light." X finishes, unsurely. If there were someone who could help them solve their teleportation problem, along with Break Man, it'd be the man who had himself created X. Although, it was questionable if X himself existed, or even would exist, in this world. Even so, Thomas Light was a genius. If anyone could help them on that front, it would be him.