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Mars sniffed and sneezed. Dusty peace of junk he thought glaring around the room accusingly. He figured that if Yan was cooking there'd be either a fire or a trail of smoke by now. She had tried to feed him moss after all. Turned out he was right, he followed it into the room that two were in currently "Hello, loves, miss me?"

Yandela readied a fireball in her hand. "So, Mars. Guess who's next on my list of those I need to kill?"

"I'll be outside."
Edward made his way through the corridors, through the console and back outside the Tardis exterior.
He glanced at the kid.
"Sorry, i had to step into the restroom.
Where were we?"

"Hehe, I wonder who that could be," he said innocently, like he believed Yandela was actually asking him a legitimate question. "Hm, maybe the eyepatch guy?" Mars took a tentative step back before turning and bolting out of the room. "Well I'll talk to you later Yan!" It wasn't a cowardly thing to run, all good leaders know when to retreat. Especially If the opposing force happened to be an angry sorceress with fire shooting from her fingertips. "Excuse me!" He said pushing Edward, who was in front of the door, out of the way.

"Mars, get your ass back in here!" Yandela snarls, chasing after him. Fire trailed from her fingertips, but she made sure to contain it so no damage came to Edward's ship.

Edward stood with his arms folded directly watching the kid.
"What's next?"

"Well, um... I don't know. If you really want, I can translate the runes if yah can't read 'em...
Or you could get Yan here to keep cooking dinner, I have to admit, I am hungry.." The boy yawned.
Even if he was a God, that didn't mean he didn't need to eat himself.

Edward stared at the young boy unamused.
"That's enough of that.
I won't have you bad mouth Yandela,
We came here to find more information about your race. Not discuss the details of your appetite."

Xianto too heard the alarms from much further underground. It seems someone has run into the other group of robots up there that looked like exact clones of mine. It felt like they were guarding something however when he had seen them he had partially frozen up unable to think properly, these were exact copies of his yet they would not obey him, he couldn't fight like that. It was a fear he had harboured. However he had retreated when his emperor told him to. Instead they had gone much much deeper underground to work on a different project. It had taken them all this time just to build ten machines of the new type. His other machines had also been mostly working on these new robots so they had not really grown in numbers. So he new let them go off and build more of their numbers while he sat there.

His emperor slowly walked up to him and spoke. "I think you should help whoever is up there. The number of machines there was phenomenal and it would give us an opportunity to test out the capabilities of these new machines." Xianto nodded and selecting one of his clones gave him and his the machines orders to find and assist the people fighting against the machines. They all began drilling upwards collectively at an extremely quick speed towards where the alarms were.

Scolopendra bursted through one of the walls, pursued by hordes of trigger happy robots. A stray laser singes a strand of his hair

"Jesus Christ, and when I say that I don't use His name in vain. What in blazes are these freaks?!"

Hiding behind a supply crate, he hears rumbling coming from underneath. This couldn't be good. He scrambles to his feet and tries to get away when the ground erupts, the driller surfacing beneath him.

The ten Machines came through the ground along with Xianto around Scolopendra. Xianto looked at him. "So are you the one attacking these machines. If you like we can help, we have a grudge with these machines too." The ten machines around him were made of this silvery metal that seemed far more advanced than everything else Xianto had built. Their sleek bodies and six red glowing eyes moving around in a defensive formation of where they were situated.

"also please wear this." Xianto said holding out a gas mask.

He looked at the clone skeptically. A truce would not hurt, actually. He accepted the gas mask, but did not immediately don it.

"So be it. What is your plan of action?"

Xianto looked at him. "well firstly you need to put on that mask, these machines around me are made of Osmium which is lethal to organic lifeforms due to vapours they emit if they touch your face eyes or throat. Then since all ten of my machines here can create their own tunnels very quickly I say we start dropping their tunnels in on them. Trapping them into tiny pockets then clearing them out one by one."

"Osmium...That's an element where I come from. Perhaps parallel universes...How interesting. Well, if Osmium behaves here how it behaves back in my world..."

He tosses aside the gas mask into the pockets previously made.

"I should be fine. Let's get drilling."

He dragged his sword across the hard ground, leaving behind a trail of acid and corroding a trail behind him.

"Yeah yeah, whatever, gramps.." The boy yawned before reading the runes once more. "The Creation, War, that one time at the Beach, More War, Kissing my Ass, Me, Ungeheuers, Hot ch- Who even writes this stuff!?!"

"Wait a second.." Edward quickly placed his glasses over his eyes to help him observe the writings more clearly.
"Aelore..?, that's the name of this planet right?"
He moved closer to look at the writings.
"These specific lines seem to be specifically relating to the inhabitants of this planet."
The Time Lord squinted his eyes to allow himself a better chance at reading the ant-sized text.
"The race of Monsters?...."

"Eh? Aelore, yeah... Monsters? Yah know, when you say Monsters, I think of- Ooooh, that's... I see..." The white haired individual chuckled.

Edward turned to the young boy.
"You know you're very fond of ignoring any direct questions, Who are these 'Monsters'?."

Mars narrowly dodged that murder attempt. Thankfully he didn't go to the Prometheus school of running away from things. Speaking of, he sure missed YT. "Oh, come on, Yan. Have a sense of humor!" He called back behind him.

"I'll show you humorous when I break your arm!" Yandela grins, even as she slows down.

I can be funny. So there.