Intermission VI.

                                    

                                          
(A/N: As promised by past me, tonight or in the morning.)





A white suited cameraman scientist walked through the hall's accompanied by a 6.3 meter tall radioman scientist(A/N: big mech funny)
" woH noos nac ew ees eht wen natit morf eht retho esrev?"
"One, maybe two weeks, its taking a lot more resources than we expected to repair that titan, whatever the....hell you recovered is a beast and can turn the tide of this war."
"oN, ti tnow. eW evah stroper fo wen stinu morf eht ymene."
"What do you mean by new?"
"Parasites, mutated..." The two words were vague.
"How are you Radiomen getting this info?"
"Confidential, you'd leak the information if i stated it the moment you become infected by a parasite. Be careful who you talk to, this conflict isn't ending, its simply the eye of the storm." Astros, skibidimen, gman, all these threats, its odd how they all arrived at once.
"I understand."

The two walked into a chamber, a large one, with what seemed to be the remains of Ninja Radioman hooked up to a latge supercomputer.
"How is he...?"
"He'll live, cameraman, but we're not here to ask about his condition." The large left arm flipped a switch, for a moment, a green flash was seen on the supercomputer "Get. Out." Several lines of code automatically occured, locking out an unknown foreign force.
"Who was that?"
"Again, confidential. And we're here to see if he still works."
A surge of power entered the Ninja Radioman, who's limbs were being replaced and upgraded by radioman drone's, the two claymores he used to have was replaced by a big, large Zweihander(A/N: 17 feet), the back of the Ninja Radioman had a large powerpack for the blade, while the left arm had a modified version of the large cameraman laser guns, it had a bayonet on it for some reason.
The powerpack seemingly also had two sets of wings, one small, one big, alongside two jets on the bottom similar to the camera titans jetpack.

"Your upgrading his entire body?"
"Yes, the other one was a prototype. It failed, so we're modifying the personality chip, combat data, and intelligence levels to higher than we usually give to MAXIMUM his effectiveness and autonomy in the event someone pulls a kill switch on us, the reason we are showing you is because you have no such ties to the governments." This, was a huge amount of trust the rsdiomen were giving them.
"Why tell us this?"
"Because, you are the first to suffer in the war. And like us, you understand its not a joke. Unlike the TVMen hidden jokes and carefree speakermen.....you, you all are always pushing forward, forming the backbone of the alliance using advanced tech we ourselves never used until getting involved, YOU, are the sole reason this alliance exists, and survives, because you not only have the resources, but the manpower and logistics to back it up. And you know what they say in war.....tactics win battles, logsitics win wars. So what does it matter if we have advanced tech? If we cant get fresh supplies or troops, we're doomed." The Radioman scientist motioned to the Ninja Radioman, "we entrust you to keeping his autonomy a secret, and to help us finish our most recent project....remember the airship? We're making a smaller, more practical version, a jet, an actual aircraft. Whoever designed that airship was a dumbass."
"That's....uh, a lot of stuff to know."
"Sorry, ranting is apart of my job so even idiots understand what i state. Some radiomen don't have higher intelligence than a normal speakerman, i swear..." Now THAT, was an insult.

"So, what's this project called?"
"Well, obviously, its call-"
CLASSIFIED INFORMATION SPOKEN, CUTTING CONNECTION.




(A/N: Oh boy, 640 words.)