Bodach and Diarmuid made loud approving noises when Senjen’s tail moved. They talked over one another as they went to deposit their luggage in a tidy pile against the far wall.

“Don’t be phased by their banter. When it comes down to brass tacks, they are…easier to work with.” Major decided, watching them go. He then looked back at Senjen. He took a moment to process the question, then pointed to his fleshy face.

“This? It’s a mask. I’m synthetic now, but my employers prefer to look at a Human visage every day instead of the metal underneath. That doesn’t mean I don’t need to worry about [i]this[/i] virus, but we can discuss that later. First, let me introduce you to Rex-” He pointed to a lithe black quadruped droid with a fearsome face that was saddled with four large bags. “-Reconnaissance and sharpshooter.”

“This one humbly thanks these two for facilitating this journey.” Rex fixed them both with two deep yellow eyes. It had a deep, guttural voice, like an animal.

“And Tantō-” A sanguine coloured Chekeri droid stepped forward, both hands folded behind her back. Her frame was scarred by deep scratches from top to bottom, including on her face. There were what looked like bloody hand prints on her. She didn’t have any luggage, except for a pistol on each hip and two sticks stuck to her chest. “-you do not want to bump into her in a dark alley.”

“Erm, do we want to ask why?” Light said. He could tell that both machines had some element of shape shifting capability, Their frames were segmented into dozens of interlocking plates, like scales.

Before Light’s brain could even process the movement, both sticks were in Tantō’s hands and flicked out into long batons. Red energy crackled and burned along them and the Chekeri twirled them deftly round before extinguishing them. They compacted back down and she stuck them to her chest again.

“Right.” Light said.

“Where would these two like this one to store our equipment?” Rex purred.