The Year is 6022... 1000 years since a planet-sized supercomputer was stolen by an A.I named Aiba.
For all those years the eighth planetary nations worked together to try and find that marvel of science that was impossible to remake.
Finding a clue...
Lucifx, damaged from the explosion he caused, floated near the hole in Aiba's Gear.
It was a hole in the eye which was being quickly repaired by nanomachines.
Yn leaped out from his cockpit into Aiba, leaving his Lucifx body to keep the hole open.
Aiba: What do you think that body can accomplish?
Yn: I need something. Then I'll continue destroying you.
Aiba: Oh? What could you be looking for?
Yn: Hmph.
Aiba: Well... I cannot allow your crime to pass... At least not easily.
Every single Nemefix was then summoned to brawl with Lucifx.
Yn: I can multitask.
(CRASH)
Aiba slams her hand into Lucifx pinning him against her face.
Yn:(sarcasically) Oh no... Whatever shall I do?
Aiba: Quit being sarcastic.
Yn: Quit being senile.
Yn: It's made you a disgrace to the Nexstar legacy.
(RUMBLE)
Yn: You'll be lucky if history sees you as a tragedy. Proof that even AI can lose their minds.
(RUMBLE)
Aiba: Lucifx...
Yn: What?
...
...
...
(RUMBLE)
Yn:?
The massive Gear Aiba piloted stared at a Crimson Gear floating towards her with its arms crossed atop a giant Katana that was the perfect size for her.
(Perfect Remix- Crimson Gear: Archangel Azrexel)
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Aiba: Azrexel...
Azrexel: Aiba...
Tony:(coms) Let's not fight. We can still talk things out.
Aiba: You glitch... So you came to me? Perfect.
Aiba: I'll show you what I've learned from my father...
