Into the Void

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Uzi raised an eyebrow at the netrunner. "Okay, why are you looking at me like that-" Before she could finish, sparks emitted from the right side of her head as her visor flickered. Then, she flopped to the floor on her front.

As her eyes returned to normal, Lucy sighed and massaged the bridge of her nose. She approached the unconscious robot, going on one knee and whispering, "Then I'll just have to make you."

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SMG4 hid behind a stack of large crates when he heard footsteps running to his area. With his hands covering his mouth, he listened as they got closer. Four of Circus' gang members jogged past him, and SMG4 was relieved he went unnoticed by them. Once they were gone, he stood up from the crates and ran in the opposite direction of the masked men.

Surviving in Circus' base has been harrowing since he got separated from Rainbow and Kiwi. SMG4 remembered every detail of it. They encountered one of the Ringmaster's lackeys, who entrapped Rainbow and Kiwi in nets of electric wire that shocked them every time they wriggled. Intimidated, SMG4 fled, though Kiwi did call him out for his cowardice as she and the colorful pony watched him run. But what was he supposed to do? That rocket launcher he was given only had one rocket, so he no longer had a weapon to defend himself.

As SMG4 ran and ran, he suddenly stopped in an area with more crates to catch his breath. He looked around and remarked, "This place has too many crates." But then, his eyes shot open as he turned back to the crates, realizing there might be something in one of them he could use. SMG4 approached one of the crates and placed his hands on top of it.

"How am I going to open you up?" SMG4 muttered. He looked around the area once more until he spotted a crowbar lying on the ground. "Oddly convenient." He bent over to pick up the crowbar and propped the crate's lid open with it. Removing the lid, he pushed it to the side and looked into the wooden box. His eyes lit up with excitement when he saw what was inside.

Within the crate he opened were three bullet belts, each he decided to take. He slipped one of the belts around his waist and the other two he wore on his torso. SMG4 proceeded to open the other crates. In one, he found explosives. In another, he found large firearms. In the smallest crate was a helmet, which SMG4 donned on his head. But in the biggest crate, he discovered chrome and hefty armor; he only took the armor.

Soon enough, SMG4 was clad in armor and bullets, holding two of the big guns while another was strapped to his back. With his eyebrows furrowed, he spoke in a gruff voice, "Come at me, bro."

Suddenly, he heard someone step into the area. SMG4 turned around and screamed hysterically as he fired rapidly. Whoever he was aiming at immediately jumped behind the now-empty crates to evade being shot. Soon enough, both his guns were out of ammo and smoke drifted from their barrels. SMG4 breathed through his teeth, his eyes wide at the area he fired, which was littered with bullets and dents.

"Show yourself!" SMG4 shouted.

In response, two people emerged from behind the crates, both he recognized in an instant. It was Jesse and N. N was trembling while Jesse gave SMG4 a disappointed glare.

"Was that even necessary?" Jesse said.

Upon seeing them, SMG4 brought his guns down and sighed with relief, "Oh, guys! Thank God it's just you!"

"It's nice to see you're okay too, but I think you owe me and N something after all that." Jesse crossed his arms.

"Oh, yeah. Sorry about that. I was trying to be cautious."

"Apology accepted."

"Nice armor, by the way," N commented, putting on a grin. "Can I have one?"

"Sorry, N. This was the only one I could find." SMG4 gestured at the armor he wore.