Machine Planet Labyrinth - Room 63
"Well darn me." The towering bug muttered to itself, unveiling a slightly cartoony handcannon from within it's robes, then pointing it up in the air in a seeming vote of support. Tsuguka would certainly protect these Rixx with their real guns for the time being, but found herself in the odd situation of not wanting to meet up with her actual team in the meantime. That really would be too hard to explain. "You think one of ya bros around did this?..."
The inner self, of course, knew the truth, and was busy calculating the possible ramifications of this situation. Not putting a collar on the dogs of war before you let them loose was a little irresponsible, but did they have a choice at this point?...
-"Suites-Heisho... Is there any way of knowing how these repairs are going to be done?"- A cautious tone over the jittery, static-eaten com line. -"If these robots aren't part of the original system, doesn't that mean reactivating other security measures will put an outright war in our lap?... I'm not sure about this..."-
-"Mister Wazu. A footnote for your observation."- A second line. Hurt the oni's brain doing networking like this, but if she died, the intelligence would be lost. -"The Rixxikor said they can see a 'glow' around my volumetrics... I'm wondering if we gave their technology too much credit, and it's simply a quality of their eyes. This is probably why our active camouflage doesn't work with them... Maybe they are able to see a wider light spectrum?"-