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Whitley felt a bead of sweat crawling down her neck, at the metallic figures standing before her.
"What," Blake answered, folding his arms, "when I said we weren't training against simulations, did you expect it would be real people?"
"Yes... Sir."
"These robots are just as real as any humans out there," was Blake's apt reply, as he walked to the training field, "they will kill you just like any regular human being, if you get caught."
Whitley looked at him, somewhat nervous.
"I'd have preferred humans," she mumbled. "And risked dying on the actual battlefield?" Blake asked, looking at the robots, "Don't worry, I'm here if anything goes wrong."
Whitley nodded quickly.
And in only a few moments, the lights turned on.
And turned red. Whitley looked sternly at the robot, watching and waiting for every moment as they lit up, one by one.
The sirens followed.
"S class robots. Activated."
The robots started walking, their heavy feet landing on the ground, one by one, with immense thuds.
"Training level: Critical."
Whitley looked back at Blake for assurance, but was shocked to see him flinching a little bit.
Don't tell her...
"Is your leg injury still acting up? Inspector!"
"Remain calm, Whitley."
The metal hand swerving towards her was immediately met by her rifle head, as she shot a bullet straight through the head of the first robot, it landing a few feet away from her, smoking at the ends.
Whitley panted, looking at her gun as she thought critically about what to do next.
Her life was about to end.
What was the Inspector thinking?
She couldn't do this!
More and more robots started walking toward her, each seemingly more menacing than the other, pointing their metallic arms with holes for bullets, straight at her.
Oh no.
They raised their hands, aiming to fire-
She shot them one by one, but quite a few missed, while the rest were barely thrown off by the hitting bullets, only coming closer.
"We're going to die here."
A bullet whizzed past the officer, making her eyes widen-
Going blank in shock.
"I told you to remain calm, Detective."
Blake yelled at her, but Whitley was unable to hear anything except the ringing in her ears, hands fiddling with the gun in panic.
Why wasn't her gun working? What was she doing wrong?
Why were the robots not going down? No one would be able to help her. She wouldn't be able to do anything, at all, after she realised Blake was injured and couldn't help her.
Was she worth anything at all?
As it turned out, her expression went blank even when she met a robot face to face, stared at the glass bead eyes as it raised its hand, wrapping around her neck.
"Detective!"
The robot's head flew off, a bit of oil falling on her face that the dying robot had squeezed out, before falling flat on the ground.
Even with his injured leg, Blake had managed to run and take down the targets before it hit her.
But Whitley had just fallen still in shock.
Was it even worth it to work here?
She was just going to die anyway.
But the dying robot wasn't done.
Raising it's metallic hand that still had the hole for bullets to go through, it pointed at Whitley, quivering as the wires around it glistened.
"Whitley, get out of the way!"
But the officer sat still.
And if not for Blake getting her away from the shooting field-
The bullet hit flesh and blood, but it was only her hand they had hurt.
Whitley had almost died.
If not for the Inspector.
Now she knew what could the differences in their skill mean for her.
It meant life and death.
The time limit of the training session finally went off, and the lights came down, becoming yellow again.
"You're overthinking this," Blake whispered, tearing apart a piece cloth from the handkerchief and wrapping it around her bleeding hand, "all you had to was shoot them, or remain calm."
"I couldn't," Whitley answered frankly, "I couldn't remain calm when I learned you might not be able to help me."
"I'll always be able to help you," Blake answered, tightening the piece of cloth that stopped the blood flow.
"What if you die?"
"Then you go and find someone else to help you," Blake answered aptly, making the final knot. Whitley nodded, looking carefully at her hand.
It felt quite numb, but the compression of the wound was done almost expertly, as if by a nurse.
Where had the Inspector learned this?
"Well, that's it, then."
Her Superior stood up, holding his arm out for the younger Detective to support, "We need to go back."
Whitley nodded, pulling herself up from the ground with the help of her supervisor. Both literally and figuratively, she supposed.
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The first comic I made with my new format for my AU 👍
Dialogue transcript under the cut
Rosa: …Hey Nate
Nate: Yeah?
Rosa: Y’know…I used to think you were cute.
Nate: U-used to?
Rosa: Yeah! You were such a cute kid when we met!
Nate: Okay-I’m going diving now.
Rosa: Find some good stuff!
Nate: End me..I gotta find Jet’s ball- I’ll be back
Rosa: Okay! He’s not that same kid from 4 years ago… I don't think I’d call him cute anymore…I think it's more accurate to say he’s…handsome. No way I could tell him that though! Fufufu!
Nate: Let’s take our time diving today, Jet. I gotta get some things out of my head.
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ships that will show up in my verse (constantly added onto):
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Protagonists:
Red/Green || Namelessshipping
Leaf/Giovanni ||
Lyra/Ethan || Heartsoulshipping
May/Brendan || Hoennshipping
Lucas/Dawn || Fortuneshipping
Black/White || Chesshsipping
Rosa/Nate || Visorshipping
Serena/Calem || Kalosshipping
Selene/Elio || Luminaryshipping
Gloria/Victor || Galarshipping
NPCs
Bede/Rose || Endorsementshipping
Marnie/Hop ||
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