“I think I know the one you’re talking about,” Venture remarks. “Sidewinder kept tabs on her; made sure she never got too close to the city.”
Their is a hint of grief in Venture’s voice; Sidewinder was dead now, along with Lady Corona and many of the other bots that Venture had lived with for seven millennia.
Curiosity getting the better of her, Salvo opens the case.
“He is not…” a deep, ancient voice from down the hall rumbles, as if reading Scorchlock’s mind.
“They allow me to do more than that, I assure you,” ■■■■■■■■■■■■ replies.
He then casts a glance toward Breakswitch, who was waiting impatiently with her hands on her hips, frowning at her captain and King-Quan.
“But this bickering will get us nowhere, I suspect,” ■■■■■■■■■■■■ continues, shifting his searing gaze back to King-Quan. “Let us continue this little adventure; I’ll decide what to do with you later.”