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And this one was defiantlynotDax.
Reaper
Itapped my working eye wondering if it was playing tricks on me.Fuc,k, there were two of them.I ran a diagnostic, convinced my processors must be malfunctioning. Besides the damage I had taken, everything else was running without issues.
That means there are two Dax’s. No. One Dax. The other one…well I wasn’t quite sure what to call him.
I held a hand over my eye then removed it. Nope. Still two of them. “Everyone else seeing this?’
Rust snorted. “Yeah, Reaper. None of us are that fucked up to be imagining it.”
My visual system bounced from one Dax to the other. “Well fuck.”
Dax
I could only stare as my face walked through the door, a green hand on the Luxury Model’s back as he told him to not worry, that he’d take care of him.
That was my line! Who does this wanna be Science Model think he is? And that is what he had to be. Someone must have thought it would be funny to take another model type and graft on green synthetic skin to his frame.
That had to be it. An evil scientist, someone like the crazy dead doctor must have decided to play dress up a cyborg in an attempt to pass him off as my model type. I would not fall for it.
That imposter had to be stopped.
I was the only Science Model in existence.
And I planned to tell him that.
And then inform him I would personally change his outward appearance to match the true model type underneath.
And I’d do it happily.
It would figure that in this moment I must look dreadful.My pristine white lab coat was covered in dirt and grime, my green and black checkered bow tie was askew around my neck, and my shiny black shoes were scuffed to hell.
I had thrown myself over Poe when the ceiling had started raining down around us, using my frame to protect her more delicate one. The both of us had managed to escape relativity unscathed, but my usually composed look had been destroyed.
Not that I had cared. I had been protecting Poe, but it was just my luck that I would have to face off against this fraudulent version of me looking like I had spent time in the dumpster behind the rebellion.
No matter. I squared my shoulders and stomped across the room to shove a finger into the ‘not Dax’s’ chest.
“Just what thehellareyou?”
The ‘not Dax’ smiled. “A Science Model like yourself, of course.”
“You lie!” I spat, my hand curling into the dark colored t-shirt he wore.
A t-shirt? How dare he? We, I mean he, looks like a fool!
And is he wearing cargo pants? Reaper wears those but that is simply because he fills every pocket with some type of weapon. Plus, they match a Military Model’s atheistic. But for a Science Model? I am appalled!
Doesn’t this ‘not Dax’ take any pride in his appearance?
“There is no way you are a Science Model!” I waved my free hand over his clothing. “I would never be caught dead in this! Your clothing choice is more proof that you are lying!”
The imposter laughed in my face. “Not all of us want to look like we just stepped out from some mad scientist’s laboratory slash formal speaking engagement.” He flicked my bow tie with his finger. “A bow tie? Seriously? Who wears those?”
No one, and I mean no one, insults my bow tie! I was going to punch me in my stupid smug face! I pulled back my arm, barley thinking about the fact that I was a lover not a fighter as I got myself ready to swing, but a hand on my arm stopped me.
“Put your arm down, Dax.” I knew that voice. And besides Poe, it’s the one voice I would always listen to.
