MODEL -- ROBOPAL 8819 --
Amongst these great warriors, legendary heroes and villains, and rascally wabbits, was a mere house Roomba; a robot house cleaner, yellow with blue eyes, developed by industry leads FamilyCorp. Understandably, Dusty McClean was not exactly confident seeing those his new programming dictate he must fight as the casings dropped.
"Beep" was said by Dusty, as if to signify minor terror. Suddenly, a bright yellow buff being appeared above Dusty, wearing little but underwear and showing a head of Dusty's shape. This was Sexy McClean, a manifestation of Dusty's fighting spirit and wish for dancing - This makes more sense for those who see than those who hear.
"Dusty, don't be scared! We must succeed - for our family!" He loudly exclaimed, potentially drawing attention to the otherwise small Roomba. Dusty appreciated the support, letting out a more cheerful beep now before actually looking over his foes on his left and right. One, a strange...penguin, thing, seemed to walk away but got attacked by a robotic thing, and the other was a robot, red with the Omega symbol on a shoulder. Dusty's eyes seemed to soften, as if to say 'perfect'. Robots may not have been his favourite foe but...
Hey, couldn't be tougher than Robopal 9000, could it?
He began to whirr towards Omega, dashing forward at high speeds every so often before suddenly closing eyes. To Dusty, time appeared to slow and the world turned slightly purple and more like a schematic. Moments later, if possible to have hacked, Omega's robot hand would whirr and spin rapidly in an attempt to distract the bot, creating a loud scraping noise like keys to a car. Regardless if this worked or not, the next thing for Omega to see would be Sexy McClean bursting upwards from Dusty and moving to punch him in the face, both of the McClean's with bright red eyes and they struck as hard as they could.
"..." A sigh same from a bandana wearing warrior, his gloves tightening as he checked his champion wraps, which had allowed him full strength at no risk for some time now, and looked at the number. The strongest of his world, no, his timeline, was mildly annoyed at this. Being dragged out somewhere wasn't the worst, he was already travelling himself, but killing was something he rarely enjoyed - In fact, he would say he had only enjoyed it once, and his foe himself was a monster, one who deserved every hell he had coming. Still, as the case left, he stretched out his limbs a little, knowing full well someone could attack him at any moment.
Then, when nothing happened, he simply turned around and walked into the forests. He wished to train, ignoring his foes closest - Past the first glimpse, he saw one had a gun and the other was massive, he knew when to fold it. Attempting to get out of sight, if succeeded, we would immediately jump to training; More specifically punching trees and doing pressups. He broke more than a few trees with his punches, not exactly quiet.
Inside one of the cases, next to Jack and Hornet, a black mech sat - The cockpit open, an old man inside who looked far younger than he was. As soon as the case lowered, he closed the cockpit, letting out a sigh.
"Gods and their machinations..." He uttered, before working some computers - Attempting to access any communications the others were using. Ignoring any sort of issues with successes, he uttered out into his microphone to communicate.
"Lay down your arms. I am Grief, and your chances of victory are slimmer than Humanity's righteousness." He seemed to chuckle to himself. "Through me you pass, into the city of woe." He added, adding a more sinister tone to his voice as his mech suddenly darted to the skies as high as he could, turning to aim at Jack as a missile launcher on his shoulder opened up and fired five missiles right at the Ghostrunner.
"DIE." He ended his talking with, opening his own com link to all who could access it and talking into it.