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Syx rattled the long series of numbers and letters off to his counterpart. His attention though was focusing on keeping the bots he had around him to stay put, waving the older ones to stay close to daddy. One kept inching away to play, so he eventually tucked his arms around it, petting its dome.

With that information, her Brainbots are already at work, the serial number passing between the group able to receive outside signals from the rest. Several minutes passing before a group of them chasing an older-generation ‘bot into the room.

“Come on you silly thing, come to daddy,” Syx cooed to the old bot, waving it into his arms. Wrapping his arms around the distressed 98 and petting its dome soothingly, “Thank you for the assistance… Megamind… that feels really weird to say out loud I hope you know.”

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Turning in a circle Syx did a head count. Groaning and rubbing his forehead he grumbled, “Yes it seems I will… I’m still missing nine-eight. I knew he was too old to leave the lair, but he was so excited to come out today. And he was doing good until now…” he frowned, the older models were just so much like puppies, “I don’t think he understands that he isn’t home.”

A look of consideration on her face, Megamind waves one of her own Brainbots closer, a newer model able to communicate wirelessly with the rest. “What is his full serial number?” If they were lucky, hers would be able to herd the stray their way.

Syx rattled the long series of numbers and letters off to his counterpart. His attention though was focusing on keeping the bots he had around him to stay put, waving the older ones to stay close to daddy. One kept inching away to play, so he eventually tucked his arms around it, petting its dome.

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“Brainbot it is then,” Syx replied, distracted as he counted his bots, trying to remember which ones he came here with, “One-nine-seven.. where are you?”

Spotting the bot he frowned deeply, “Oh no, that’s not yours! Drop it!”

The bot in question bobbing sadly with a stolen tool in it’s mouth. 

As soon as the tool is dropped one of Megamind’s own brainbots swoops in to steal and play with it, zipping off in a pack of it’s mates in a game of chase.

The sight is normal enough to her that Megamind doesn’t bat an eye, still keeping her attention on Syx. “Do you need help finding the rest?”

Turning in a circle Syx did a head count. Groaning and rubbing his forehead he grumbled, “Yes it seems I will… I’m still missing nine-eight. I knew he was too old to leave the lair, but he was so excited to come out today. And he was doing good until now…” he frowned, the older models were just so much like puppies, “I don’t think he understands that he isn’t home.”

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syx-blue:

His eyes drawn to the brainbots he realized with a frown how hard it was to tell hers from his. Whistling he called to them, “Come to Daddy!”

A few of the bots wheeled off to him, but not nearly all that he’d brought with him. At the very least he now had footage of her lair. Exasperated, he whistled again. To her, he added, “We should discuss some communication standard for if we need to contact the other for whatever purpose. Via brain bot, or secure radio, or… phone?”

“By Brainbot would be best.” The realization that several of Syx’s brainbots had been roamning her Lair without her knowing beforehand has Megamind working to hide her annoyed and worried reaction to that.

If his Lair was laid out close enough to hers, however, that wouldn’t make too much difference. Most of her workspace wasn’t on this level, after all.

“Brainbot it is then,” Syx replied, distracted as he counted his bots, trying to remember which ones he came here with, “One-nine-seven.. where are you?”

Spotting the bot he frowned deeply, “Oh no, that’s not yours! Drop it!”

The bot in question bobbing sadly with a stolen tool in it’s mouth. 

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syx-blue:

Realizing just how badly cracked his mask had become, Syx tried to force his expression to better fit into his villainous role. Expression ending up looking far stiffer and pained then intended, Syx’s voice was harsh even to his ears, “Of course not! Why would there be?”

Jaw set he rose to his feet in a sharp movement. His cape drawn around himself as a protective shield. Home and Minion were the things echoing through his mind. Yet part of him swayed, wanting to spend more time with another member of his own species. The first he’d even known since he came to this miserable rock. 

“What happens now?” more asked to himself than to her. 

Several of the Brainbots that had been hovering nearby, and more that had been passing by through other rooms, fly in closer to Megamind when the tone in Syx’s voice registers, eye-stalks trained on the unfamiliar not-mommy standing in front of them. It’s an automatic gesture that has Megamind resting her hand on the dome of the nearest, keeping careful attention on Syx as well.

“That’s up to you.” Even if the question was meant to be rhetorical.

His eyes drawn to the brainbots he realized with a frown how hard it was to tell hers from his. Whistling he called to them, “Come to Daddy!”

A few of the bots wheeled off to him, but not nearly all that he’d brought with him. At the very least he now had footage of her lair. Exasperated, he whistled again. To her, he added, “We should discuss some communication standard for if we need to contact the other for whatever purpose. Via brain bot, or secure radio, or… phone?”

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syx-blue:

Pulling his cape around him as if he could hide in it, Syx made himself small. Eyes closed and just breathing. A blue child. A blue hybrid child. He might have had one… the memory haunted him always. What if he had kept the egg? If it had been a child? 

Shuddering, he forced the memories down. It wasn’t just him. His species wouldn’t die with him. Feeling lost, Syx just stared blankly at his female counterpart. The whole situation so entirely different that he no longer had even the vaguest idea of what to do.

Still cautious, it’s with some hesitance first that Megamind almost reached out to Syx before he looks up and begins staring at her. At which she herself draws back, back straight and standing unconsciously taller; the blank look on the other alien’s face doesn’t give her any hints at what he was thinking at this distance.

Falling back on her old habit of bravado came easily, but not soon enough to prevent a confused-sounding “Is something wrong?”

Realizing just how badly cracked his mask had become, Syx tried to force his expression to better fit into his villainous role. Expression ending up looking far stiffer and pained then intended, Syx’s voice was harsh even to his ears, “Of course not! Why would there be?”

Jaw set he rose to his feet in a sharp movement. His cape drawn around himself as a protective shield. Home and Minion were the things echoing through his mind. Yet part of him swayed, wanting to spend more time with another member of his own species. The first he’d even known since he came to this miserable rock. 

“What happens now?” more asked to himself than to her. 

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syx-blue:

Syx was still in too much awe to fully process what he was being told, eyes locked on the picture of the boy, “A new generation… not the last…”

Suddenly it was too much. The emotions of the day, the stress he’d been under. Eyes beginning to water, Syx wrapped his arms around himself. He wasn’t the last of his kind. A woman, a blue woman with a blue son, sat before him. Not alone. Never before had he realized just how lonely of a burden that thought had truly been.

Turned away just long enough to shut the hologram off, Megamind turns back to Syx just in time to see his reaction to the video. Not having expected quite that response, she’s taken aback, pushing back her own uncertainty in order to be able to speak up. “No, not the last.”

She sounds cautious this time, not knowing what would happen next.

Pulling his cape around him as if he could hide in it, Syx made himself small. Eyes closed and just breathing. A blue child. A blue hybrid child. He might have had one… the memory haunted him always. What if he had kept the egg? If it had been a child? 

Shuddering, he forced the memories down. It wasn’t just him. His species wouldn’t die with him. Feeling lost, Syx just stared blankly at his female counterpart. The whole situation so entirely different that he no longer had even the vaguest idea of what to do.

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syx-blue:

“What…” Syx stared wide-eyed at the blue child that came up on the display. It could have been a baby photo of him… except the shape of the jaw was different, the eye color, the mole that reminded him so much of…

He stared open mouthed at the female Megamind, “Your son… your biological son? I…” he looked back and forth between the picture and her in shock. It had been the last thing he’d expected to see, “… how?”

“It’s a rather long story, but yes. My biological son.” Getting into the specifics with someone new to the situation seemed unlikely to help matters, and beyond that Megamind knew better than to explain too much. “The work wasn’t that difficult.”

Far from it, honestly, and there’s a small smile on her face at the reference.

Syx was still in too much awe to fully process what he was being told, eyes locked on the picture of the boy, “A new generation… not the last…”

Suddenly it was too much. The emotions of the day, the stress he’d been under. Eyes beginning to water, Syx wrapped his arms around himself. He wasn’t the last of his kind. A woman, a blue woman with a blue son, sat before him. Not alone. Never before had he realized just how lonely of a burden that thought had truly been.

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syx-blue:

“Matron?” Syx echoed, tipping his head, and of course Roxanne. Always Roxanne. But the last bit… “You have a son?” maybe she adopted…

Megamind nods. “I suppose you’re more familiar with ‘Warden’, rather.” she offers in way of explanation. Syx’s follow-up question has her motioning down one of the Brainbots, one with projection capabilities and a link to her private databases. “Yes, I do.”

“What…” Syx stared wide-eyed at the blue child that came up on the display. It could have been a baby photo of him… except the shape of the jaw was different, the eye color, the mole that reminded him so much of…

He stared open mouthed at the female Megamind, “Your son… your biological son? I…” he looked back and forth between the picture and her in shock. It had been the last thing he’d expected to see, “… how?”