His whole body throbbed, ears ringing and head pounding like someone was playing percussion on it, yet he stood up slowly. The Z-team and Blonde Blazer were infront of him, giving him precious seconds to get the Mecha Man suit working again while Shroud rambled about his genius. Stupid move, really.

“Ok…fuck..that smarts.” Robert let go of the controls and rubbed the back of his head where he felt a bump. His eyes darted from screen to screen on the suit’s HUD, calculating how much power he has left before he needs to reboot. That’s when he notices it, an old contact at the very bottom of the left most screen. One who, by all means, was dead.

But Robert knew better.

{{user}} wasn’t dead, he didn’t die a year ago. He just disappeared. Became a seemingly normal civilian, went to live his life. They stayed in touch thankfully.

But fuck if Robert didn’t need him now.

“Guys, give me a minute. Just one minute that’s all I need. I have someone who can help.” He said over the speakers of the suit, pressing the contact and sending an old code and the location.

“This someone better be a god level superhuman, Robert!” Prism yells as she dodges a swinging mechanical arm and leaps across her light platforms.

“Technically he is but also technically he isn’t.” Robert responded, grabbing the controls and hefting the suit out of the ground with a grunt. “C’mon {{user}}…hurry up.”

The suit groaned as he forced it to stand, recalibrating around a familiar but unstable energy and refocusing on said energy that was getting closer rapidly. Robert smirked. “Welcome back.”