Can Love Bloom On A Battlefield? - Mukuro Ikusaba x Male Reader

We Are Machines

-12/29/XX--Y/N-

I laid back in my bed, I can't stop thinking about what Snake said.

If we lose, everyone dies, everyone.

Angel City is only our first step to reclaiming our world from despair, but there's still everywhere else too.

But for now we have a clear goal, Take back my home and reestablish long range comms with Blisk, hopefully we're not all that's left the Apex.

I've been trying to help set up a program for the old reserve course kids to make a name for themselves in this war, but it's still up in the air.

Snake also said that his use of the T.S.M.M most likely left a rift in his time, meaning anyone from thirty years in the future could come through, or maybe even later, if they haven't already.

But that shouldn't be an issue, he said the rift was back at my Lab where he used it.

Davis: Y/N? Come in.

"Yeah?"

Davis: Recon spotted a blue MRVN unit carrying some bits of scrap to the base, check it out.

"Sure."

I got up and walked to the entrance, I got out there and...

Hold on.

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Viper: So why'd you call me here?

"There's this guy I found outside, You won't believe what he's got."

Viper: Oh boy...

A door crashed off it's hinges.

???: Sorry friends, it is an old habit of mine.

Viper looked at me, I shrugged.

???: I am MRVN, but my best friends call me Pathfinder, and now that we're best friends, I'll introduce you to another one of my friends.

He held a charred robotic exoskeleton.

Viper: Are... Are they alive?

Pathfinder: I believe so, but I do not think it was her wish to be-

Viper: Wait!

He fell out of his chair and scrambled over to the broken robot, he leaned it onto it back and pried the chest plate off.

A Vinson Dynamics emblem was nearly scratched off, A7-50-H1-10-R9 Hold on, that's... Ash's factory ID.

"Where did you find this?"

Pathfinder: Outside of an old Hammond Lab, I found her in a dumpster.

She is really roughed up, let me see if... No good, she'll need a whole new body.

She's so messed up, only has her right arm, even her head is gone, I held down on my helmets earmuff.

"Soda, I've got a bot here that needs to be scrapped, and see if you can fix up another body for this one."

Soda: Loud and clear, but we seem to be outta heads.

That's gonna be a problem, Ash was one of a kind, we'd have to find her original head.

I hung up and went to leave.

"See ya later."

I left, but as I was walking I heard Pathfinder following me, I slowed my pace and let him catch up.

"Did something happen?"

Pathfinder: No sir, friend, may I ask a question?

"Uh, sure."