SPaMG: Passive-Aggressive

    Elo and his magical cooperate Melissa both began to recover from Observant’s short-lived attack. First was the less-harmed magician, who had managed to quickly recover from the single rib-breaking impact that was banged into her chest.
    “Damn… If it wasn’t for my magic I’d probably be dead…” The girl mutters out to herself while taking a limp stand. She took a few seconds to try and stretch what portions of her body weren’t under a barely-suppressed pain.
    “...Melissa…” A faint robot voice urns out from the other side of the room. Elo lays against a light crater in the wall, his body scathed in bruises and heavy injuries. Sparks flew from the wires that drooped from his dismemberment, causing her to quickly scamper over.
    “Oh-by-the-Forerunner’s-name.” The wizard ramped out from her throat.
    “I… I think I’ll be alright…” The one-armed automaton’s voice was faint and wispy, though his charisma was reassuring. “Heh… How do you do it…?”
    “D-do what?” The light purple-haired female asked in a less frantic tone.
    Elo’s remaining arm grabbed onto a shard of metal that had been pulled from the ground, letting the bot hoist himself up. “How do you do that cool magic stuff…!?” The innocent tone had returned to his voice, even if still weak.
    Melissa let out a soft scoff of relief. “It’s all science ki-” She was interrupted by the loud bang of a fist in the room’s midway. She turned her face and torso to face the sound emitter, while Elo just looked forward.
    Observant’s large fist pounded into the floor, nearly making a dent with its immense power, though he seemed weakened.
    “That should have killed him…” The magician murmurs out of both fear and a light curiosity.
    The automaton’s entire body was numb, the only exclusions being his head and rightmost arm. Heavy pants and mechanical wheezes escaped from the amalgam of alternating machines and metals. “Mother…” He let escape from his body before collapsing back onto the floor.
    Elo lifted himself off the floor, blue lights still flickering from the sleek machine’s amputation. He glanced over to Melissa, the pair nodding to each other as a means of approval. They slowly stepped over to the fallen abomination who’s mighty fist seemed to tremble.
    “Fighting is not priority as of now…” The fallen hulk began to wheeze and pause. “...My air converters have been shot… ...I can no longer produce energy… ...In only a few minutes… ...I will-” A pained gasp for oxygen escaped Observant as he laid idle on the floor, but then began to mumble to himself. “...Mother… ...Where are you? ...I cannot see you… ...I cannot see anything… ...Mother?” The backless droid turned so that his spineless gap pressed to the floor, now letting him stare up at the ceiling with blurred vision. “...Please forgive me… ...I did not wish to fight…” Wimpers began to escape from the otherwise-formidable intelligence. “...Ever since mother acquired the artifact… ...She hasn’t been the same…”
    The eyes of Elo and Melissa scouted the vulnerable bulky android from above, though it was as if his lack of vision was legitimate.
    “W-what’s he on about…?” The engineer asks to his colleague, an odd combination of concern and pity in his light voice.
    “I…” The sorcerer was speechless as she stared down at the battle’s loser, similar emotions entering her own mind.
    “Please… I only have one request…” Observant’s headcase folded open, the top and two side panels to his trapezoid-shaped head lifting to reveal his core. “..Use my intelligence core to find Mother, and stop her…” A red disk sat as a topper for the cylindrical device, which of course was the bot’s own eye. Everything in his head, along with his most essential pieces were placed inside of the core, just as it were for every Sentient droid.
    Melissa took a knee next to the dying machine’s head, looking down into his dimming eye behind her own glass lenses. “Will do…”
    “Thank… You…” Those were the last words the suffocating computer let leave his voicebox before going limp, head turning to the side and his arm gently falling to his torso.
    The machine biologist reached down and gently grasped Observer’s now-uninhabited core, undoing the plugged wires on its underside right after. “It may not have a personality…” The woman went back up onto her feet, holding the large tube in front of her and over its owner. “...But we should be able to use this to find whatever he wants us to look for.”
    A few random thoughts had flown through Elo’s mind, though he spewed out the most logical conclusion, or rather, question. “You don’t think Miss Davy and Jessie has anything to do with this, do you?” He would ask while looking up to the robed wizard.
    “Well I wouldn’t consider it impossible… But what would Davy and Jessie do to have something like this happen?”
    “High General, sir!” An information-gathering troop quickly approached the high-ranking megamachine. The armored man’s tone was filled with worry and confusion. “Sir, it seems that all Lunar Polarity has just been eviscerated from the area! Excuse my informality, but it’s as if she’s simply displaced herself from this portion of Vanguard space!”
    Brother’s oversized eye squints, only having to ponder for a few mere seconds. “Hmm… Both fortunately and the counter, I highly doubt that we detected our target…” The mechanical titan gently turns at the torso to face the two pirates, more specifically, Jessie. “Is my assumption correct?”
    “Yes High General, sir. If you are referring to the intentional barer of Luna, you would be correct. While I don’t know much about who holds the Shard, I do believe my college has a bit of… An undiscussed past…” The shortest out of the bunch faces the red-head, a bit of personal curiosity in his mind.
    “Listen, I don’t know what in Forerunner’s name is going on or what you’re on about… but if it means stopping Nemesis…” Davy faces the floor, anger now corrupting her face with grinding teeth, along with a clenched fist. “...I’ll tell you everything you need to know, but I need you to make me a few promises…” The captain looked back up at the tall Sapient-class droid, her gaze only to be met with a subtle nod and a single word.
    “Anything.”