The Dustway

"Curiosity?" Kharmie interjected with an almost more robot tone than before. "Curiosity has been the downfall of Humans before. What makes you many more different?"

"Weeeell, look where curiosity got us! We're both super badass mercenaries like in my comic books or something khamie! We are going to live the high liiiiiife! And I will become a legend! HOORAH!" He'd shout, tossing his helmet into the air

Elliott lets out a small laugh, Rydel had begun to grow on him. He shakes his head a bit, going back to his writing.

"Wow! You're super, badass, AND mercenaries!? How can I be like you folk?" Renna said before watching the helmet fly in the air in awe.

He stops, lowering his book,"If you're not a mercenary, why are you going on this trip?"

Khamie just simply stood there, trying to process what was happening. They weren't built for dealing with civil interactions with organics after all.

"Well... I am, however I'm... still new to the whole thing..." she said, looking away somewhat intimidated by the question. "But I believe that I can do good at this mercenary stuff!" she exclaimed after being intimidated literally .1 seconds ago.

Elliott didn't seem satisfied with her answer, but decides to leave it be nonetheless. He looks to Khamie and then to Rydel,"Is there a reason they're just standing there?"

"Well, me and khamie can take you under our wing and train you to be a real badass! You don't look like badass material...but we can figure that out later, it won't be easy though; I myself had to go through grueling and blood pumping training! So when we're done with you, you might become a legend like yours truly!"

"No." Khamie spoke up bluntly, turning to Rydel. "We will not be taking them with us."

"But... we will be going to the same place right? And there is strength in numbers, I could not see what there's not to gain! It would be so much fun too!" she looks at Rydel while saying the sentence, smiling at him.

"EXACTLY!" He'd shout, his helmet landing and smashing to pieces on the ground. "Oh..."

They stared at the shattered helmet. "We don't need more bodies to protect or mouths to feed. You are hard enough to get food for alone."

"I'm quite skilled at things though! Like... robotics for one!" She said as she gestured towards her literal pocket-sentry that is in her tool belt pocket.

They tilted their head at the pocket-sentry. "Interesting. It is still a no."

"I can get food on my own perfectly fine!" He shouted, angry

"Road kill is not food" Khamie retorted

"Speaking roadkill...I wonder where my pet fish ran off to.."

"Well um... I do not mean to burst your bubble but well, fish... can't really run off..."

"wait, really? I thought they could..." He'd say, disappointed

"wait, really? I thought they could..." He'd say, disappointed

Khamie shrugs

"I'm sure I may be wrong... after all, you lot are all badass mercenaries right!? How could you possibly be wrong!?"

"We are not mercenaries." They corrected

"We are mercenaries! We signed up for the hunt didn't we?! We're going to find that weapon and become heroes!