For the purposes of the story, we'll be assuming the Mechs are autonomous and sized... Slightly down.

It's funnier, probably.

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Union is Union. That said, in this particular part of the Core, you usually don't get Mecha traipsing about.

Especially two of them. One which sounds distinctly embarrassed and appears ready to shut down from overheating, the other calmly and wordlessly leading the other about.

The metropolitan standard for weird is like, pretty high, but even here...

A good question to begin at is what the fuck happened.

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"And THAT'S when I told them they could eat my sword if they wanted to..." The usually boisterous frame trails off as she turns around, picking up her sidearm-

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"Eh? Beard, what are you-oh." Drake, having been carefully lubing its leviathan cannon glanced up, armor plating clicking softly. It turns from the table its gun sat on, and went to get the door.

"Wait, hang on I'm not ready, noOO-" Too late. Drake, being that it was a terribly slow frame and therefore would need quite some time to get to the door, had placed its workstation and quarters around the door.

So it was that by the time Blackbeard had called, the door was open and her...

'Friend? Technically girlfriend? The silent protagonist of a dating simulator?'

Quietly, she slunk away, reactor heat spiking.

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"Hello, Z." Drake tipped its helmet, and closed the door after her, returning to its gun.

Raleigh's head popped up from the trench Drake had dug a week ago in the floor, and which Lancaster had not been around to repair. "Oh good heavens, it's you Zheng! Ah, blast it."

Cursing quietly, he pulled himself up to greet his... Technically sibling? It was weird.

"..." Meanwhile, Zheng noticed a distinct lack of Blackbeard. Exchanging a firm handshake with Raleigh, she went to go figure out where the swordsmech had run off to.