Daria looks at Nova, as if she was sizing him up, before pointing the Big Stick at the dishonored prime.
"1, 2, 3, 4, BAM!"
Daria pulled the trigger of the Bio Stick letting it fire at the dishonored prime.
Scrapshot sat in the room, staring at the Omega Key,
"-and that's why I called him brother........ and now I'm talking to a cosmic key.. great.... now I've really lost it."
"I guess Driftburn was right... should've never left...."
Scrapshot looks at the ceiling,
"We're the same person, right? Shouldn't that mean we'd think the same way?
He let his question drift in the atmosphere, unanswered, before speaking again,
"I wonder which of us is fake....I'm purely based on the role of the younger brother... and he's entirely based on our older brother, he has his form after all..... but why do I feel more fake then him?"
Scrapshot banged his manipulator against a wall,
"Yeah, by any metric I'm the real fake."
Actaeon finally caught up to a brooding Driftburn, who was somewhere, roughly near the location of the Salvation. Actaeon took a few heavy steps towards the shambled bot,
"You're coming with me."
Driftburn looks at him annoyed. Actaeon continues,
"That's not a suggestion, we need to talk."
Driftburn crosses his arms,
"And why do you care? You didn't know of my existence until not too long ago.... Ah, I bet you're doing this to impress that lady bot."
Actaeon's brows furrow and he stares at Driftburn,
"Do I need to repeat myself?"
Driftburn spits on the ground,
"Repeat what ?"
Actaeon takes a few steps forwards, resting his hand on Driftburn's shoulders,
"Don't make me repeat that. Understand?"
Actaeon smiles, although that smile was a mask for a burning anger. Driftburn not wanting to be threatened by this random bot, retorts,
"And that's what you call a threat? Wow.... it looks like you've really fallen for her. You haven't denied any of my claims."
Actaeon states coldly,
"I won't comment on something that's slag. I don't give a flying frak about a claim that a son of a scrapheap like you say."
Driftburn slaps Actaeon, who was taken back by the slap and was knocked back a bit,
"AND WHAT'S YOUR MALFUNCTION!!"
Actaeon smirks, resting his hand on his face,
"Frak. That was my question. Slag for Brains."
Driftburn looks at Actaeon pushing him away,
"I've been an unsouled, haven't I?"
"Big time unsouled.... whatever that means.... what does that mean?"
Driftburn thinks about it, "Em.........welp, I'll tell another time. I should go find myself."
Actaeon nods waving goodbye to the bot and heading in the other direction.