"I like big bots and I cannot lie, you other folks can't deny...when a mech walks in with an armored carapace, and all those weapons in your face, you get sprun-"
"Hey, Lieutenant?" Leon asked, leaning into HE-AT's office as she abruptly shut off the music playing near her desk. "...something the matter, boss?"
"Startled statement: Nothing. Nothing's wrong at all. Query: Did you need something, Detective?"
"Just checking if those files were in for the Sabre investigation."
"Apologetic statement: Not yet, Detective. The clerical staff at HQ is being notably stubborn for some reason."
"Oh, okay then. I'll get back out on patrol then," Leon said, giving HE-AT an odd look as if he suspected that there was something up but couldn't quite put his finger on it.
As Leon exited the base, HE-AT settled back into her chair, turning on the music again.
"...get sprung. You think you squishy's armor's tough? Well, unlike you, a bot ain't stuffed. Unlike in all that armor you're wearin', a bot's all metal and I can't stop starin-"
"Lieutenant?"
HE-AT's machine level of control was all that kept her from practically leaping out of her chair as she shut the music off again, hoping it'd been a low enough volume to not be noticed, as her own hearing was generally a few degrees better than the average officer.
"Startled interrogative: Yes, Detective Wong?" she asked the slightly more sophisticated(and in HE-AT's appreciation, somewhat more intelligent) member of her current star duo. Getting his transfer here had been a breakthrough in several ongoing investigations of a less...combat oriented nature.
The man smiled behind his glasses at her. "I was just wondering if you knew where Leon was. Usually he's with MACH and I can use MACH's tracking beacon, but our medic's apparently helping out Synapse in Skyway with something."
"Statement: Detective McNichol was here just a few seconds ago, and went out on patrol. I suspect he's likely in Faultline at the moment."
"Alright, thanks, ma'am," Daley said, nodding respectfully. As he headed out, HE-AT relaxed back into her chair, before he stopped in the doorway. "...also, ma'am?"
"Query: Yes, detective?"
"I don't think MACH nor Chernobyl carry that many internal weapons," he noted as he stepped out, HE-AT's fine tuned precision engineering preventing her from falling out of her chair.
***
Author's Note: This mainly sprang into being when someone noticed both Chernobyl and MACH are 8 feet high, and given the number of fellow machines joining the PSI division....
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"Oh, silver blade, forged in the depths of the beyond. Heed my summons and purge those who stand in my way. Lay
waste."
"Hey, Lieutenant?" Leon asked, leaning into HE-AT's office as she abruptly shut off the music playing near her desk. "...something the matter, boss?"
"Startled statement: Nothing. Nothing's wrong at all. Query: Did you need something, Detective?"
"Just checking if those files were in for the Sabre investigation."
"Apologetic statement: Not yet, Detective. The clerical staff at HQ is being notably stubborn for some reason."
"Oh, okay then. I'll get back out on patrol then," Leon said, giving HE-AT an odd look as if he suspected that there was something up but couldn't quite put his finger on it.
As Leon exited the base, HE-AT settled back into her chair, turning on the music again.
"...get sprung. You think you squishy's armor's tough? Well, unlike you, a bot ain't stuffed. Unlike in all that armor you're wearin', a bot's all metal and I can't stop starin-"
"Lieutenant?"
HE-AT's machine level of control was all that kept her from practically leaping out of her chair as she shut the music off again, hoping it'd been a low enough volume to not be noticed, as her own hearing was generally a few degrees better than the average officer.
"Startled interrogative: Yes, Detective Wong?" she asked the slightly more sophisticated(and in HE-AT's appreciation, somewhat more intelligent) member of her current star duo. Getting his transfer here had been a breakthrough in several ongoing investigations of a less...combat oriented nature.
The man smiled behind his glasses at her. "I was just wondering if you knew where Leon was. Usually he's with MACH and I can use MACH's tracking beacon, but our medic's apparently helping out Synapse in Skyway with something."
"Statement: Detective McNichol was here just a few seconds ago, and went out on patrol. I suspect he's likely in Faultline at the moment."
"Alright, thanks, ma'am," Daley said, nodding respectfully. As he headed out, HE-AT relaxed back into her chair, before he stopped in the doorway. "...also, ma'am?"
"Query: Yes, detective?"
"I don't think MACH nor Chernobyl carry that many internal weapons," he noted as he stepped out, HE-AT's fine tuned precision engineering preventing her from falling out of her chair.
***
Author's Note: This mainly sprang into being when someone noticed both Chernobyl and MACH are 8 feet high, and given the number of fellow machines joining the PSI division....
---
"Oh, silver blade, forged in the depths of the beyond. Heed my summons and purge those who stand in my way. Lay
waste."