"What weaponry are you referring to? I am equipped with Nine-Hundred-and-Fifty-Three Metric Tons of ammunition, Do you want to see a specific weapon demonstrated?"
Omicron simply held his gun-hand up and jostled up and down, his optics not breaking sight with Xiobi.
“ Jeez— you noticed that fast? Unfortunate. “
He sighed, rolling his eyes before holding an open palm out towards the bot, nanites wrapping around it before speaking.
“ Your weaponry. It intrigues me. “
The mecha would look down at the smaller Anti, and he would wave slowly.
"Hello. I am E-111; Codename >[ Omicron."
"Scanning...."
"Hostility detected."
A ludicrous amount of chaos energy was radiating from a crater not-too-far away from the forest E-111: Omicron had been laying dormant for.
Hours passed, and eventually Omicron could not ignore the readings anymore.
Perking his optics up, he scanned the air.
"..."
++
...
"Light-enriched energy upgrade; acquired.
Mistargeted rounds now cause collateral damage."
Omicron simply...stared at the weaponry that attached itself to him.
He was on a mission of peace..
Why was he gifted a weapon of WAR?
Where did it even come from..
"This world...is very beautiful."
Omicron raised a hand, and pointed towards himself.
"I mimic the colors of the leaves. Perhaps I was at once foreseen to be a camouflaged war machine.
Data.......; Unknown.
Even still....
My power will be used to save."
The forgotten E-Series machine focuses his optics on the small Flickys.
If only he could smile...
"...Adjustments; Confirmed.
Updated localization banks; in progress..
I have yet to finish learning how to communicate.
I apologize for my robotic tone."
++
With a nod, Omicron whirred softly and approached Gamma.
"E-102, It is good to see you; brother.
>[ I have taken a brief rest in nature, allowing my systems to compute the new world I have awoken in.
Status:
Complete."
@E100LEGACY "I have suffered severe damages to my lower chassis due to your armory. It will take some time to resurface. Please place your weapons on saftey and allow me time."
Slowly, Omicrom began to float, jamming his arms into the hole he had created.
Climbing time.