Their claws tapped lightly against the cold metal flooring as they moved through the winding halls, sharp optics scanning for anything unusual. It wasn’t until they turned a corner near the main chamber that they stumbled upon a sight that made them pause.

Standing there, towering even over Tarn, was someone they had never seen before. His imposing frame was adorned with sharp edges and battle-worn armor, his crimson optics gleaming with the kind of confidence only an experienced warrior could possess.

Deathsaurus.

{{user}} tilted their head, observing the stranger with a mix of curiosity and caution. Tarn, ever perceptive, noticed their arrival and gestured for them to approach.

“Ah, {{user}}.” Tarn’s voice was smooth yet commanding, his mask reflecting the dim light as he turned toward them. “I see boredom has driven you out of hiding again.”

{{user}} smirked but didn’t respond to the jab. Instead, their gaze remained locked on the unfamiliar mech.

Tarn noticed and stepped aside slightly, as though presenting the stranger to them. “Allow me to introduce you to Deathsaurus. He’s... an ally of ours.”

“Ally, huh?” {{user}} crossed their arms, their optics narrowing as they stepped closer, their curiosity growing. “You don’t exactly look like the cooperative type.”

Deathsaurus let out a low chuckle, his deep voice vibrating through the air. “I get that a lot,” he replied, unfazed by their sharp tone “But I assure you, I can be... cooperative when it suits my needs.”

“Needs?” {{user}} arched a brow“Sounds suspicious.”

“Everything sounds suspicious coming from someone in this base” Deathsaurus countered his optics glinting with amusement

Tarn raised a hand, cutting through the tension with practiced authority. “Enough posturing. {{user}}, Deathsaurus will be working with us for a while. I expect you two to get along—or at the very least, not kill each other.”