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Outside the Overseer's office, androids of both Resistance and YoRHa stood guard either outside in the desert, making sure that not a single machine even came close to the bunker or inside the facility itself and keeping a careful and close watch to the hundred or so humans currently freezing in massive boxes that reminded the YoRHa androids of the terminals they used to fast travel.

As a Healer model, 12H could easily justify her presence down in the cryostasis chambers. She not only had a extensive database in patching up her fellow androids in the field but she too had a database in dealing with human sickness and injuries. She was essentially a field medic and a capable surgeon all in one. And as such, she was doing her best to monitor the situation of each and every single human being frozen. She did so by making rounds, checking each and every single cryopod and its inhabitants to monitor them.

Absolutely and totally part of her job of course unlike some others.

12H near hissed when she saw one of the Resistance androids lean in a bit too close to the glace of a certain pod. "Hey! What do you think you are doing!" She yelled at him, a grunt android who sheepishly rubbed the back of his head as the healer strode up to him, her hands to her hips in disapproval.

"Sorry, I just..." The grunt started to explain.

"You just what? Got curious? You have no training nor do you have any programs that lets you monitor the humans as well as I do. Back to your post!" 12H declared assertively. The grunt android closed his fists, glaring at 12H. Standing to his full height, the grunt towered over the YoRHa android and cast quite a shadow over her but 12H simply glared at him. Not a second later, he gave a dismissive snort as he turned but not before taking his sweet time looking at the cryopods as he left.

12H shook her head, sighing. The nerve of these other androids, coming between her and her duties. She was a healer model. She needed the space to monitor the humans.

Yes.

Only her. And just her.

Turning on her heels, 12H went to another pod and halted before it. Every single pod was numbered and had a small screen displaying important information about the occupant. She leant down slightly as she read the information.

"Pod...162," 12H muttered softly, memorizing every single detail about it. "Sergeant Damian.....Cruz,"
12H made sure to note his white skin that looked radiant under the pale glow of light streaming through the pod window. His combed black hair, the strong jaw and scar that seemed to run across his nose to his cheek. She wondered how he got that scar and her mind was near furious that someone would dare hurt a human that way. Gently placing her palm against the glass, she took note of his muscled and toned form like a artist would do-

No. She was a healer. She was simply taking in important medical information to...research and share with her fellow healer models.

12H swallowed that lump in her throat as she realized she was staring a bit too much. Her inner wirings were going haywire. She felt hot despite her being inside the air-cooled interior of the bunker. Her breaths, artificial yes but a perfect mimicry of the human respiratory system was steamy and heavy. She felt synthetic blood rush to her cheeks as she imagined what the rest of Damian's anatomy was like.

Why were they all naked in there?

"Emotions are prohibited," 12H reminded herself. It was a mantra she repeated to herself now when she found her mind and desires straying. It was the anchor that kept her stable, that kept her still in the rocking seas. She had no idea why she was feeling this way. Surely, it wasn't anything wrong with her systems? She was careful with her maintenance and often kept herself in tip-top shape. It wasn't a logic virus either. She would know.

Why was she feeling this way?

"Emotions are prohibited. Emotions are prohibited," 12H whispered to herself, her breaths becoming even more steamy. She forced herself to calm down. She...needed to go and examine the data she had gathered. Taking a breath, she turned on her heels again and exited. There was quite a number of androids in the facility but it was a massive place and there was only so much ground each android could cover. Moved by desire, 12H went and found a unused room.

WARNING: LIME AHEAD

Why am I doing this?

12H closed the door behind her. Her artificial systems pounded and worked overdrive as her own gloved finger found itself snaking between her legs. A jolt of pure electricity went up her spine as her gloved hand brushed against the sensitive nub that was covered by her leotard. Her tongue lolled out of her mouth, her cheeks blushing a furious red as her fingers moved.

Her other hand covered her mouth to stop the whimpering from leaving her cherry red lips. She fell back, the door supporting her weight as she continued in her motions. Her mind thought of nothing else but the human from earlier. How his muscles seemed to glint and whispered sweet promises. How it spoke of experience. She wondered how he would feel, how alive and warm his body would be like. How the human would smile at her, praise her, and call her everything she had dreamt of being called since her activation.

"You are so good, so talented," Sergeant Damian praised her, rubbing her blonde head with his own hand. A alive, pulsing, and warm human hand. 12H blushed furiously as the human pulled her up to sit on his lap. She shivered as she felt his lips crash against her skin, how he sucked and licked her neck as his fingers slid between her-

With every movement of 12H's fingers, the jolts of electricity became waves of pleasure that washed over her like a crashing waves upon sand. The friction of sensitive flesh against soaked cloth and leather glove, a dance between torment and bliss.

Her mind played with imagination; the human patting her blonde head, the human holding her by the hand and leading her through those shopping malls of old, telling her she could get anything she would want. The human calling her nothing else but his good little girl....

"Yessss....Yessssss. I'm your...good....little.....android....!" 12H's eyes went back to her mind as the building sensation in her core exploded. Her synthetic mind went to high's not even a E-Drug could offer. The dam of resistance in her broke as she bit into her own hand to stop her scream from coming out of her mouth. Breathing heavily, 12H reared back and examined the hand that had brought her to...this.

"Emotions....are....prohibited," 12H whispered to herself, seeing the black leather slick with fluid.

END OF LIME
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Back in the Overseer's room, plans were being made and drawn. But not just that.

"Sir? Are you alright?" White asked again, noticing the far off look on Smith's face. Androids, from the average grunt to the highest ranked officer in the Army of Humanity all shared on singular purpose and that was to serve humanity. This oft meant that they were extremely sensitive to the mood and emotions of a human, should they actually encounter one. A quirk to ensure they could serve according the the human's needs.

"This facility, Outpost 3, was constructed in Israel," revealed Smith. "How on Earth did we end up in Japan of all places?"

That revelation made the androids in the office look at each other in wonder.

"Perhaps Continental Drift had brought the bunker over?" theorized Popola. "This facility was built deep in the underground, yes? Maybe it had been brought over to Japan through that?"

Continental Drift referred to the theory that the plates of the Earth moved, inch by inch. It had been eleven thousand years now. It had some merit.

"Perhaps it was magical?" Devola offered. "Maso has limitless potential. The facility could have been transported from the Middle-East?"

This was making Smith's head hurt. "I will leave that sort of questions for the eggheads in storage. Now, the locations. Pod, I want you to highlight the places I will tell you."

"Understood," Pod 313 replied.

Smith took a breath, his mind racking his memory for what he remembered. "The Cheyenne Mountain Complex, Colorado. Machu Picchu in the Andes. Mount Kailash in Tibet. Mount Kilimanjaro, in Africa. Uluru Rock, in Australia."

The androids listened intently, taking note of the locations that Smith revealed. Their expressions were troubled the more Smith spoke. Especially more so when he had revealed the final location. The Twins glanced at each other again. White was already mentally calculating the amount of androids and supplies that would be needed to secure and rescue the humans trapped inside. Anemone inwardly cursed.

"Judging from your reactions, there is something I need to hear," Smith observed.

"These locations present a challenge at this time especially for us," Commander White explained.

She strode by Smith's side and looked down at the spots he had mentioned, now glowing with the UN symbol as markers.

She continued, "The locations in the Americas, sir, are in the Kingdom of Night. This is the side of the world locked in perpetual darkness. Compared to here, the Kingdom of Day, the Night Kingdom is a nightmare for the Army of Humanity. The machines there are wilder, more numerous, more dangerous. Android forces there use weapons of great power to fight the hordes there. Weaponized mechanical dragons, technical horrors."

Anemone then added in, her expression not entirely happy. "And there's Australia"

"What's wrong with Australia?" Smith found himself asking. Surely, the wildlife there hadn't mutated or anything?

Devola found herself answering his question. She tried her best to remain explanatory but she couldn't shake off the anger in her voice.

"In 4514 AD, groups of androids began to...." She tried to continue and explain but her logic died in her throat. Her hands crumpled into tight fists.

"Began to what?" Smith pressed, not exactly liking where this direction was going.

"Traitors, sir." Anemone answered. Despite her age and control of herself, even she couldn't hide the malice she had in her eyes.

"They hold no loyalty to humanity. These Independists," Anemone nearly spat the word out as if it were a foul curse,

"...They wanted lives free from humanity. There was a war before they were all exiled to Australia. The same continent that now holds a bunker of humans, the people they have betrayed."

The androids in the room exchanged dark looks and angry muttering under their breaths. Smith went back to sit on the overseer's chair.

"And these Androids, would they take exception to us waking up the Uluru Bunker?"

"We....we don't know," White answered hesitantly. "When the traitors were driven there, Australia went dark. As for as we know, they could have been wiped out by the machines."

At that, Smith began to think. So, two of the bunkers were shit-deep in enemy territory. One was inside the confines of androids who held no loyalty to humanity. "And what about the other two? And the main Ark?"

"Considering that they are within the confines of the Kingdom of Day, we can go and send a force to secure those sights immediately," Commander White proclaimed. She paused then asked. "And where is the main Ark, sir?"

"Mount Ararat, Turkey," Smith revealed. Not a second later, the United Nations globe and olive wreath appeared on the hardlight globe projected by the Pod. A silence descended as Smith and the androids regarded the locations closely.

"I will inform High Command about this. The longer we delay, the more those locations will be lost to us," White muttered underneath her breath.

"But wait," Popola interrupted. "If this bunker complex was originally built in the Middle-Easy and appeared in Japan...what if those other bunkers aren't there anymore? What if they also moved as well?"

Another uncomfortable silence descended as Smith processed that question. It was highly possible that whatever process that catapulted his bunker somewhere else could have happened to the other bunkers too.

"Son of a bitch," Smith cursed. At that, the androids winced at his sudden outburst. Like children, they glanced downwards, fearful of Smith. Popola began to shake as she averted her eyes to avoid his gaze.

Shit.

"No, no. I am not angry at you, Popola. It's just..." Smith sighed. "The only way we can know is to go find the main bunker in Mount Ararat. You see, the main ark tracks and monitors the other outposts. It's like the main brain while the other outposts are the appendages. It's from there that we can also activate the other bunkers and open them up as one. That was supposed to be the plan originally. However, if it came to the time that an outpost would activate without getting the alert from the main ark, we were to contact them."

His fingers went up to type on the computer before him. He punched in certain keys with practiced efficiency. The androids went to circle around the table to watch Smith work. Not a second later, the image of the United Nations appeared on the screen, welcoming Smith. He took hold of the mouse and pressed on what needed to be pressed. Smith felt a tinge of apprehension as he clicked and typed on the keyboard. Popola was correct that whatever phenomena that brought his bunker over to Japan could have happened to the other bunkers too. Thankfully and like a balm to his soul, there was a pop-up that appeared green.

"We are connected," Smith declared, earning some smiles from the androids around him. "The Bunker is still there!"
"Order it and YoRHa will scour Mount Ararat clean of any machine that dares stand on it. Shall I give the order sir?" White's voice was intense and to show her seriousness, she hit her palm with her riding crop for emphasis.

Anemone, not wanting to be left out, strode over to Smith. With her chin high, the Resistance Colonel stood at attention. "The Resistance isn't as advanced like YoRHa, sir. But we have grit. We've held the line for thousands of years and we will not fail especially with a mission this big. Let us handle it."

White and Anemone shared a glance.

Their eyes narrowed at each other.

If this wasn't a matter of life and death, Smith would have found this peacocking adorable considering how much these androids wanted to be of use to him and humanity. However, now wasn't the time for inter-service rivalry not when humanity was at stake. "Ladies, please. I will have to rely on you both. Make your calls and more, alright?"

White saluted him, quickly giving Anemone a side-eye look. "Yes sir. Glory to Mankind."

"Glory to Mankind," Anemone asserted herself, not exactly backing down either.

Well. At least they were motivated.

Smith suddenly felt very tired. This was a long conversation. The reveal about everything, the fact that there were five-hundred humans currently being the only remaining members of humanity left...it exhausted Smith. He wasn't exactly sleepy however, having slept for eleven thousand years. He could use a conversation that didn't involve the fate of his species. "For now, that will be all. You are all dismissed. White, a word please?"

At that, White looked like a deer caught in the headlights of a incoming car.

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White didn't know for what reason Smith would ask her to stay behind but experience had told her that when a superior officer would ask a subordinate to stay behind, it was either to give them a verbal tongue-lashing that would make them regret ever being activated or they were going to be congratulated and promoted. Or both.

"Sir? How about...us?" Anemone asked, not exactly liking the idea of leaving White and Smith in one room alone together. She hid her dislike with a facade of professional stoicism but White could see it, feel it. She was an old android and she already knew what to look out for when someone was hiding something from her.

"You're asking us to leave? What would happen if you...forgot to breathe? You will need Popola and I here with you!" Devola protested, much bolder than Anemone in letting her feelings out but masked as a way to not make it too suspicious that she wanted to stay with Smith.

Inwardly, White wanted nothing more but to tell them off. How dare they question a human's orders? If the Colonel wanted to have her all to himself then who were they to argue with that?

Again, Smith couldn't help but be amused at the androids vying for his attention. They really were just like kids trying to compete for their dad's affection and attention. He understood where all this peacocking came from however. These androids, they hadn't seen a single human in their long lives. And now that humans were now around, they wanted as much time as they could get with him.

Now, Smith was a hardened military man. He had seen war, both against his fellow humans and against nightmarish magical creatures that came from Satan's asshole. He wasn't one that was prone to softness. But, at this time, his heart thawed slightly.

How could it not? Not when he knew what sort of existence these androids lived?

When humanity would settle itself and not have annihilation looming over them, he was going to make sure every single of these androids from top to bottom would be honoured formally and properly for all their sacrifice, their hardwork.

"You know...this is going to be something for you all to hear regardless," Smith suddenly announced. He stood up. "Get every one of your boys and girls for a meet and greet. It's about time they should see me anyway."

"Sir?"

"I want to see your men, Anemone. White, get your guys too." Smith declared. "Have them all meet me in Level 2 Entrance Hall."

"But sir...most of my men are outside guarding the bunker. They can't leave their positions," Anemone pointed out.

"If I may sir, pods are also capable of making records should you wish it," White added helpfully. Smith looked pleased, which also made White pleased as well. Her inner programming was going haywire at the thought that she made a human happy. Smith turned to Pod 313 and leaned down slightly.

"So, can you make a recording for me later, little buddy?" Smith asked gently.

"This Pod is ready to assist Colonel Smith and will make a recording as requested," Pod 313 asserted himself. At that, Smith reached out and offered the Pod a gentle pat, much like how one would praise a particularly pleasing dog. The pod froze in place, as if it's entire systems was being drowned in ice. As Smith pat the pod, 313 floated a bit closer towards his hand.

"Report: This is pleasing,"

Smith pat 313 a bit more then pulled back, to the quiet displeasure of the pod. Looking to Anemone, he nodded. "Go get your men. The ones inside at least. And before you say anything else, this is a underground bunker. The only way in and out is through the front door. I doubt anyone can slip past not when I have your guys and YoRHa troops protecting this place, right?"

"R-Right. I'll get my men, sir," Anemone promised as she went out. Smith then turned to White who was looking at him a bit too intensely for his taste. Raising an eyebrow, he took a step forward.

"White? You in there?"

"Huh? Oh, um, yes," The Commander of YoRHa shook her head, offering him a strained smile. Strained because to Smith, it looked like White was trying her best to look presentable and didn't exactly have good control over her facial features. It would seem to Smith that her default facial expression was glaring and frowning. "I was just..."

"Just...?" Smith asked slowly.

White sighed. "Sir I....Anemone and those two in the corner...they have had days to get used to you. But right now...this is the first time that I had come to meet you, face to face. It's....overwhelming to me."

For a moment, the Twins allowed themselves to look smug.

"I can see that. And tell me, Commander. Have I been up to expectations?" Smith asked. Commander White mouth opened slightly. Her lips quivered as she struggled to answer. Smith stood patiently, waiting for White to think of an answer. She eventually did, her voice shaking slightly. "I was activated in a world bereft of my creators. We were alone. When the invaders came, we were so lost, ready to accept death. But the Council of Humanity made itself known. I knew for certain that was a lie as they came out of nowhere but I believed in it, just to preserve my own sanity. When I was chosen to lead YoRHa and the truth of humanity was revealed to me, I still chose to believe in the lie."

White looked up at him, looking more and more mournful and regretful as she spoke. "I shouldered the lie, ordered the deaths of good androids who found the truth, all because we needed a God worth fighting for. And...now....you are here. This bunker...it is here."

She looked up at him, the stern features gone, replaced by one of desperate longing and pain. "But to see you now...right here...in front of me....can...can I touch you? Hold your face?" Her voice was soft, begging. Her words were choked with emotion, desperation mixed with reverence and vulnerability. Smith listened and listened closely. He took another step forward. There was a clang as White's riding crop fell on the floor. The blonde commander of YoRHa shakily reached out with both hands to cup Smith's cheeks. White marvelled at the warmth of his face, the sheer life on his eyes. She could feel the blood coursing through his veins, the beating of his pulse....

"You really are real..." White whispered in awe.

"That I am, Commander," Smith said, grabbing a hold of her hands. He held her palms, pressing gently against her gloves. "And I am not going anywhere, nor is humanity going anywhere either. We are here and we are staying.

At that, White lunged forward, wrapping Smith in a wide hug. She pressed her face deep into his chest, taking in his scent and warmth. Smith sighed in exasperation and let the girl hug him. Goodness, he already was thinking this was a woman and not a android. His ears perked when he heard Devola clear her throat.

"Oh, come here you two," Smith said, inviting Devola and Popola to join in. They did so heartily, rushing to his sides and pressing themselves against him.

As they did so, their memory banks was updated as they saved a soundfile they marked as vital.

The sound of a human heartbeat.

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It was then 313 began to ring loudly.

Alarmed, White pulled away from the embrace first. The stern image she had cultivated since her ascension returned. "Pod. What is it?"

313 opened up, projecting a screen. The face of 2B appeared.

"Commander, this is 2B. We are under attack. Machine units are assaulting the main gate as we speak," reported the android. In the background, the sounds of gunfire and explosions, as well as Resistance androids yelling expletives registered into Smith's ears.

"What?" White said in shock before she recovered. "Drive all units to the main gate. Not a single machine will touch this bunker! Drive them back to the sands!"

2B nodded and cut off the connection. A sense of serenity returned to the overseer's office. A stark contrast to what was happening outside the bunker. Smith pulled away from the embrace he was giving to the girls to sit behind the overseer's desk. Typing away, his computer screen pulled up images of what was happening outside. Thanks to hidden cameras positioned at certain spots, he was given a live image of the violence happening outside.

For the first time, he had a good look at the machines that was gripping the earth in their iron grip. The first thing that he could think of was that they looked like the mascot for an old technology company. They had an assortment of designs, his eyes registered. Most numerous were these little cans with noodle legs. Others hopping on stubby some running into the Resistance line of fire with crude looking blades. Then there were those bigger tin cans running like a man yet moving stiffly and robotically which Smith guessed was the point.

"Ugly bastards," Smith commented as the sands outside erupted into flashes of bright orange-yellow light as the machines stepped on the mines places by the androids. Behind sandbags, the Resistance androids opened fire with their weapons, dousing the incoming machine hordes in a a sea of firepower. His eyes registered a pair of androids rushing into a particular sandbag, something heavy on their shoulders. A part of him whistled as they hurriedly set up a heavy machine gun that looked way too much like a .50 cal. Slapping a bag of ammunition onto it and cocking it, the android grinned as he pushed the trigger. Loud staccato booms echoed in the air as the machine gun tore through metal and iron.

Smith approved of their efficiency. They knew how to fight.

But if he was impressed then...he blinked when he saw dark figures rushing into the horde.

White smiled.

With speeds that would be impossible, 2B and her fellow YoRHa units rushed into the incoming machine horde, blades glinting under the oppressive desert sun. Machine units carrying blocky looking boxes saw them approach and lifted up what they were carrying. Blobs of malevolent red energy spouted forth from the boxes, a sea of red that would no doubt damage an android if it found its mark.

But these weren't ordinary resistance androids that would struggle to move and dart around.

These were YoRHa ones and 2B was one of the best.

Virtuous Treaty slashed and heaved, cutting the blobs into nothingness. She leaped, her blade finding a nearby Machine unit. Her weapon cleaved the machine in two, a super hot glow left behind her attack. As the machine's body fell on the sand, it erupted in a fiery explosion. Light flashed against 2B's blindfold as she turned, finding another machine. She went towards it in a flash and the machine unit, seeing her run towards it, fired blobs upon blobs to stop 2B. But the YoRHa android did not stop. She was on it in a second and with supernatural grace, she bisected the machine without a second's glance.

"Goddamn!" whistled Smith, watching it all happen. So immersed was he that he actually stood up, pushing back the chair he was sitting on. A slow smile appeared on his face as YoRHa and Resistance androids cleaned up the incoming horde. Eventually, the battlefield was cleared of all machines and left only behind a smoking ruin, victorious YoRHa and Resistance units standing victoriously.

But Smith's smile vanished when the sands erupted once more, kicking up great pillars of sand. It erupted not from android placed mines but from numerous machine units rising from the sand, killer intent in their eyes. Again, 2B and her fellow androids charged without hesitation.

"How did the machines find us?" Devola asked, peering over Smith's shoulder.

"While they face difficulties in traversing the desert as much as we do, the Machines are interested in certain areas here. Strategic resources to fuel their war effort. If I remember correctly, there is a oil well somewhere over here," Popola offered her theory. "They probably assumed that the Resistance and YoRHa build-up here was to contest that."

"Let them keep on thinking that. The less they know about the humans here, the better," White asserted. If the Machines learned that their creators were here, buried underneath sand and asleep in ice, who knows what they might do to them? Smith however took a breath and pulled back his chair to sit back down.

There was a slight buzzing in Devola's pocket. The redhead reached into it and pulled out her communicator. She pressed into it and Anemone's voice came through. "Devola! I need to speak with the Colonel!"

"I am here, Anemone." Smith announced himself. Devola strode over and offered the device to Smith.

Anemone wasted no time. "Sir, we are under attack! Sorry, sir, but your speech is going to have to wait...." She sounded apologetic about it. Anemone was given a task by a human, her first actual task from a human mouth and she failed.

Smith shook his head. "Don't worry about it. Shit happens. Get to the front gate. We will be joining you shortly,"

"Understood, sir. We-....Wait. You will be joining us?" Anemone's voice was rife with apprehension. Around him, Smith felt the stares of the Twins and White dig into his back.

"You'll see," Smith said before clicking the communicator off to Anemone's protests. As soon as he did so, a barrage of voices registered into his ears.

"You aren't actually going upstairs are you?" Popola laughed nervously. Her face faltered when she saw the serious look on his face. "You are actually planning to...?"

"Absolutely not! These machines are dangerous!" Devola protested, her face contorted in irritation. "You are absolutely not going to go and get yourself killed out there!"

If White's glare could kill, Smith would have been dead. "Sir. With all due respect, YoRHa and the Resistance are giving their all in protecting this place. There is no need to go and endanger yourself. not while we are handling everything."

Smith gave them a look. "I am the Commander of this facility. I must defend it," his voice was stern.

"But YoRHa and the Resistance is already doing that!" Devola nearly yelled in frustration. "Let them do their jobs!"

"Colonel...please," Popola all but begged, her eyes slightly watery in a attempt to move the Colonel. She had noticed that he was pliable when she would water her eyes a little. Perhaps this could work again?

"Ladies, listen. I understand your concern but this is my facility. My outpost. My responsibility," Smith explained his reasoning. Standing to his full height, he made sure to glance at each and everyone of them in the eye. "I am not going to sit back and relax while you all fight. You androids have been fighting for thousands of years in our name. It is prime time for humanity to pick up the slack. Humanity will fight with you, not sit back." A grin born not from arrogance but experience decorated his features. "And besides...my men and I have fought the Legion. An unending horde of relentless monsters? That's exactly our skillset."

White did not know how to feel. Utter frustration that Smith was a stubborn prat who not only is endangering himself but other humans or absolute happiness that Smith wanted to fight and bleed alongside her and her soldiers.

Devola just wanted to slap him.

Popola simply swore to herself to work on her crying skills next time.

With a sigh, White slumped her shoulders. "If....If this is what you want, sir....then very well. But you must promise us, promise me that you and your men will be careful."

Devola rounded on Smith, her hands on her hips as she looked up at the silver-haired man. "I swear, if you come back with even a slight scratch on you, I will be the first one to tell you I told you so!" Her feisty glare softened slightly as Smith planted his hand on her fluffy red hair. "I-If you t-think this w-will sway me...!"

"I won't. I promise," Smith smiled, looking down at Devola. Her cherry red lips quivered. Suddenly, Smith felt a presence at his side. Turning, he found Popola, White, and 313 coming up to him, expectant looks on their faces. His hand also found their hair and for 313's case, his chassis.

"I'll be alright. Now...time to wake up my men."

Deep within the cryo chambers, there was a hiss as the box opened up.

Damian's eyes opened.

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