|Brave Police Pairing Drabbles and mini stories
Author: Spirit De Mortis PM
a compilation of multi-pairing drabbles of the characters of Brave Police J-Decker. Please read the bold writing in the first chapter for warnings and the like.Rated: Fiction M - English - Romance/Drama - Chapters: 9 - Words: 123,133 - Reviews: 12 - Favs: 8 - Follows: 7 - Updated: 10-10-12 - Published: 06-25-12 - id: 8256090
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As promised, my friend! A little drabble for you in appreciation for your continued support for my crap! XD
Crack pairing ahoy! For you, ShadowAya4ever! A drabble of J-Decker and Victim! 8D
it was actually quite nice to write a crack pairing like this! Victim was fun to write too! 8D
Rating: NC17 for mild action and SHMUT 8DDDD
I hope you enjoy, milady!
The wind whistled by the audio antennae on the sides of J-Decker's head having deposited the delicate cargo, his best friend and special one, safely on the ground, the pursuit of the damned an bastardized robotic version of the human, the devil's progeny, Victim O'Rand close behind with a vengeance. The wind that covered the contours of J-Decker's form slipped over him and whistled off the end of his red armored pede tips. The spark of Deckerd's heart made the entire frame of J-Roader thrum in some sort of guttural and primal resonance of excitement and something much less definable.
Victim… when he was human… no, after he was human, the being that created the Chieftain was not human no matter how human he looked. The cybernetic being, masquerading as the real late Victim O'Rand created the Chieftain series to defeat J-Decker… to make the ultimate purely evil being, but now… had succumbed to the Fahrzeug madness that Eva and her son had started. A purely evil heart… but he was once human. Humans have the ability to change…this was the beauty of the human heart.
J-Decker looked over his shoulder as a blast of laser fire skimmed the shoulder armor on his right, Victim was close behind… his face set and expressionless, his once passive green optic lenses now burning red with anger… controlled by the Mother, but anger and determination none the less. Perhaps he can be reasoned with… he has already shown his humanity; his connection to his deep down mortal coil, by hesitating to kill Yuuta.
J-Decker gracefully turned in the air, his thrusters effortlessly shifting to send the downward facing frame over so he was flying backward and facing the onward coming Victim, his arms up in a gesture of submission. Not submission with weakness, that wasn't Deckerd's way… and weakness was not synonymous with him, especially in this hulking form that was at least 3 times bigger than his real form. J-Decker was a powerhouse… the epitome of strength. The reasons for raising his arms in submission was to deter Victim… make him see he meant no harm. Out of reach of the Mother ship and the insane Fahrzeug's duo that drove the once non-criminal human, homicidal cyborg and now genocidal to anyone who had a Super A.I. robot coming after him with a lance that was at least fifteen feet in length, ready to plunge its icy tip deep inside J-Decker.
J-Decker felt a spark of fear… Victim's face seemed beyond reason, the blood red sky behind him was like a subliminal retort of the universe telling him he was about to be killed… again.
"Victim! Listen to me!" J-Decker said with his arms still up, thrusters keeping him now stationary, refusing to run from him anymore. Maybe if Victim can see and feel the non threatening stance he was taking toward his deadly advance, Victim will have another one of those moments where his lucid human mind will break the barrier of the madness driven in him by the Hameln System.
"You must be destroyed!" Victim screamed, his green hair whipping out behind him in the slip of the wind as he raised his armored hands, the lance rearing. It wasn't his own preferred choice of words, Victim was still in his new body somewhere no matter how different he looked. The sting of knowing his human body was dead and rotting, the bitterness of knowing the one who killed his human body and recreated him… into a machine. Then killed him again. Only to resurrect him once more into this… thing he is, so easily manipulated! Victim's green optic's flashed as the bloody backdrop of sky behind J-Decker spoke to him of unnecessary death… he knows he is supposed to kill him, but for what reason?! WHY DO THEY WANT HIM DEAD?! The… sensation he got when he tried to murder him before, where the spark in his Super A.I. that flooded with a sickening grief at the thought of killing Deckerd… J-Decker… and the kid that was with him. WHY?! WHY IS THIS HAPPENING?! Victim's optics closed off, the image of J-Decker in mid air with his arms raised in surrender and he struggled with the insistent signal to finish J-Decker and the question of what he was doing it for.
"Victim!" J-Decker yelled, but too late. Victim opened his optics again and looked forward in just enough time to see the flash of J-Deckerd's green optics before their bodies collided in mid air. Victim dropped the lance where it went spinning to the trees below, a loud crunch of splintering tree branches as a couple thousand pounds of steel ripped them down off the body of its host. The collision of Victim and J-Decker was colossal, a grinding metal on metal scrape that carried for miles and the subsequent crash of both their bodies in the canyon beyond, the impetus of Victims velocity carrying them out of sight as they fell beyond the horizon of mortal sight.
The canyon echoed for a while, the sound of their impact to the ground coming back to ring in their audio's over and over and over. J-Decker was sitting almost upright with his back against the side of the cliff with Victim laying half on him, one of J-Decker's white thighs placed between the strange segmented armament of Victim's robotic legs.
As the echoes died down, Deckerd had to will his systems to stay breached above the submerging threat of unconsciousness that hovered just out of distance, his optics wanting to dim, his systems wanting to shut down after the crash to maintain what little energy he had left him and to preserve the systems not yet damaged from the codes that would assuredly be flying to his CPU now and make everything else go haywire, but he kept that at bay… he needed, though he wasn't sure why, he was trying to kill him, to make sure Victim survived the fall. Though deep inside J-Decker knew that Victim had to have survived that fall… J-Decker bore the brunt of the fall, Victim cushioned in a manner of speaking from the impact by J-Decker's body.
"Victim…' Deckerd's voice floated out of the audio output mechanisms at the sides of his face, his real mouth not visible beneath the facial mask shielding the more delicate silicon flesh of his true form from the destructive force of battle. "Are you okay?" He turned his head slowly to look down at Victim, whose head was laying almost peacefully sideways, on the J-Roader cab armor that made J-Decker's shoulders as if he may have been sleeping. No doubt knocked out, the once red blazing optics a neutral and blank green. Once his system rebooted, and reboot it will, will those dull green optics glow green like his own or would they be red again? The green of the hair… no… a fabrication of hair. Robots don't grow hair… but a mockery of what Victim used to be… a human, flesh and blood, mortal. J-Decker lifted his arm, his dark gray armored fingers coming up in the tangle of messy green fibrous hair and gripped it. It was soft. It came to the sharp distinction in Deckerd's mind that until now… he had never been able to grab a hank of hair like that… fabricated or not. And for one strange moment, it made him excited, despite the probable situation he was still in. Being knocked out doesn't mean that Victim's objective was reset.
J-Decker let his fingers come down to the end of the long strands of hair again and stopped. The ends resting in his palms. He gripped them tightly as he looked down at the face of Victim. He looked like them in a way. His body more vulnerable to injury, but the face had the same sort of shape and made of the same material and… just as attractive. It was like his personality gave it a different look no matter how similar they may appear if their armament was removed. J-Decker lifted his other hand and removed a haywire strand of hair that lay across Victim's white face and as he did, the tips of his fingers brushed the soft surface. Again, that excited and burning feeling spread from his chest region, which was the representing space of the heart and down to his figurative belly. It felt good to touch him. What scared J-Decker was the feeling he was experiencing while looking down at the way Victim was straddling his thigh. And more horrifying was the way Victim's thigh was pressed between J-Decker's legs, right up against the underside of the hard black metal covering more sensitive areas from being injured. Deckerd knew in this form he had the ability to take and be taken, just as Super Build Tiger had to have known that when they are all together, they can be taken and take as well.
Deckerd always kept in his head the arousal he felt when he thought of combining with Duke and becoming Fire J-Decker and mounting Super Build Tiger and listening to all the Build Team crying out in ecstasy at once as the raging girth of Fire J-Decker's spike split their sensitive valve and hit every sensor provided by all four Build Team members making up that singular body.
What the hell is he thinking? He was in danger! J-Decker tried to ignore the now insistent burn as he moved slightly to attempt moving Victim off him and the scrape of Victim's metal knee strut against the flat black metal surface between his legs, setting it to burn with electric lava. J-Decker hissed as it tingled.
As soon as J-Decker lifted Victim off him a little, the once dormant optics flashed momentarily red and then fell back into a placid green glow. A strong and unyielding hand came up and wrapped around the sensitive and unprotected neck cables and closed like a vice around them, making J-Decker gasp with pain, his hands coming away from Victim quickly and up to the slender wrist.
"At last… J-Decker. I have you cornered. You will now be destroyed." Victim said, but for the threat issued, the sound of his voice was much less hostile, even confused. He was looking down into the masked face and wondered why he had to destroy him. Again, all the confusion from the 3 versions of him battled in this moment and he could, although J-Decker's presented face was devoid of the ability to really express feeling, Victim could feel some sort of pity there. Like J-Decker was sensing the battle inside him and felt sorry… without so much as a work to the obvious, Victim growled and grabbed the mask plate of J-Decker's face and squeezed it like he intended to rip it off.
"Don't pity me, fool! Pity yourself! Pity how you will feel once I am done ruining you." Again, Victim seemed to try too hard to make hostility, but J-Decker didn't move to defend or fight back.
"I can feel your confusion, Victim. I can feel that part of you that was human wanting answers for the actions you don't feel necessary. I can and will pity the position you are in."
"WHO ARE YOU TO ACT LIKE THIS?" Victim, rather than being calmed by J-Decker's truth became more enraged because he knew the other was right, he stood, dragging the Police robot with him by the neck and throwing him into the side of the cliff. "I AM STRONGER THAN I HAVE EVER BEEN! That last attempt on your miserable existence was just a setback! I tried to create Chieftain to be stronger than you, when I HAD THE ABILITY IN ME the entire time! I AM THE ULTIMATE STENGTH! And I can… and will break you." Victim growled again, puffing his body up, swelling with a pride of being the strong and mightiest in the world, even too strong for the likes of the mighty J-Decker and Super Build Tiger. Still in his head he could feel guilt corroding his outbursts… J-Decker didn't even try to fight back, he leaned with his back against the cliff side wall and looked at him with a chin tipped up from the hand around his throat.
"If you break me, Victim… think of what it will do to Yuuta. Think of the way you felt when the order to kill me and Yuuta was issued. I can feel you questioning the order… fight it, Victim. I know you are still human in there." J-Decker lifted an innocent hand to the wide silverish white chest and touched where, if Victim were human, there would have been his beating heart, the vessel associated with all emotions. Victim looked down on the hand touching his chest and for a moment his hand relaxed that was gripped around J-Decker's throat.
"I… I can't…" Victim muttered. He sounded much more human than before has he brought a confused hand up to cover J-Decker's bigger one resting on his chest. It was like this simple touch had awakened something in him laying dormant in his phase from human to cyborg to full blown robot destruction machine… that underlying humanity… a notice of how, that under all this armor, metal, silicone, wires, there is still a heart… a potential to feel sensation other than hate, a callback to when he stood in the garage and argued with Tony Crusader about his plans for the Fahrzeug chip… how he thought it was madness… how Tony had used him to create it, branding Victim with the villain tag when it wasn't originally like that! The real Victim was against it!
"You can… despite what we look like, Victim, we are both human. I feel warmth of human kindness and consciousness in you. Can… can you feel it in me?" J-Decker gripped the hand against his own that was flush to Victim's chest and brought that hand to his own chest, making Victim touch him in turn. Victim's hand splayed out over the Brave Police symbol and his mouth opened as if he wanted to say something but whatever it was wouldn't come out.
"I… I am not a human anymore, J-Decker. I lost my humanity when Neuva killed me. I am a monster…" Victim whispered as he slid the hand down over the emblem he touched. J-Decker shook his head, realizing the ever increasingly downward path of Victim's hand and his neglect to stop its progress.
"You're not a monster. The real monsters are the ones who tried to make you think you are capable of nothing but evil. You can be so much more… if you allow me to help you understand." J-Decker's voice was low and husky as Victim's hand came down to the midriff, white and slightly scratched.
"Show me how human I still am? I… I can never eat again… sleep is not a necessity… I can never breathe truly. I can never know what it is like to hold warm human flesh to my own body again… feel the burn of love making. Things humans take for granted, like it will always be there for them no matter what, and it will never be removed. I… I can't live a life without the human things that I used to be accustomed too!" Victim's voice rose in anger as his hand, that was previously loose around J-Decker's throat had redoubled and clenched harder, making J-Decker groan in pain.
"V… Victim. You were created just as we were… your body, however new or different on the outside, is made like ours. You… you have the ability to do everything a human does! It's just you have not been shown how! You are still human! You just look different! Allow me to show you there is more than just vendetta in your system!"
"YOU TELL ME HOW I CAN POSSIBLY … do… that!" Victim's voice ripped through the air like thunder, his face twisted with defiant anger as he inquired J-Decker… daring the Police Officer to produce a method for him to make love when there was no way. He is robotic! Robots don't have the ability to have sex! Some part of Victim wondering what J-Decker knew about his body that he didn't. And then scolding himself for wondering when it really shouldn't have been a surprise he hadn't become as acquainted with his own body as J-Decker had, he hadn't been in this body for very long. His face dropped from anger to shock in almost comical rapidity as J-Decker slowly brought his hand down and under the cod piece and started fingering around under there. What Victim just assumed was metal gears and other methods of holding his hips and legs to his back strut had much more to offer as a thick finger poked and prodded at a bundle of sensitive nodes surprisingly at the surface of his cod piece area. It was so shocking that he released J-Decker and tried to back away with a gasp, both his hands replacing where J-Decker's fingers prodded only seconds ago, pulling up the armor and looking down at the swelling device coming out from the satin-like midnight blue material of covering where there was no armor. It was silverishly slick, it was pulsing, just the small piece of it he seen.
"Oh my god… It… it burns… I can feel it burning really… 'It seemed Victim couldn't finish the sentence. His thumb continued running over the node protruding from the material slowly, his knee struts buckling a little with every pass of his thumb over the sensitive tip. "It… it proves nothing…" Victim said, not really understanding why he said that. If this simple touch of his own hand felt this pleasant why wouldn't the touch of another feel just as good or better? He lifted his optics to J-Decker.
"It proves a lot. If… if you let me… I can help you with that. There is more to us that just what we appear." J-Decker leaned against the rock cliff and opened his white thighs, angling his hips up a little, showing Victim the line of fluid that was starting to drip from the seam of a removable plate in the crotch area between his legs. Victim stared at its glossy shine for merely a second or two before the little nodule that he had been caressing idly with little thrills of pleasure running up and down his body, had shot out like a vengeance, fully loaded and hard. Victim groaned, it hurt the way it came out but when the pain, which was a little stab of electric pain mixed with a copulations pleasure, like he couldn't help the way his body was reacting to J-Decker's display…
"I… I don't understand! We can… we can do this?" Victim muttered and walked over to J-Decker. His hand covering his own raging spike in an attempt to still the uniqueness thrum of longing it was producing… suddenly Victim wasn't so ashamed and angry with his situation, seeing how big he was and how… apparently by the way J-Decker was responding to his impressive size, intense it could possibly be. Victim didn't even ask… he looked down at the angled hips before him and put his fingers up under where the wetness was at its thickest. J-Decker let out a heated whimper and moved his hips to make the fingers touching him cause some friction, the wetness more apparent, wetting the ends of Victim's fingers.
Victim was still too amazed to really grasp everything that he has learned in the few moments since he woke up in J-Decker's arms. He looked up at the masked face of J-Decker and just looked at him questioningly. A hand that was not his own had slid down over the top and down the length of his spike, squeezing occasionally along the way until it hit the base of his hips and continued back toward the head in the same manner. J-Decker did this several times until Victim, until then, had not taken his optics off J-Decker… frozen in shock, maybe, but the slight thrust of his hips into J-Decker's hand was becoming more and more eager in frivolity. The sensation was so like human sex but… so unlike it too… it felt intense and every part of Victim O'Rand that was still a human caught in a robotic body had screamed that he needed to assert himself if the offered was so willingly given. Getting laid for him as a human was a rarity… as far as he could remember, but damn… how many can say they have fucked a giant 30 foot robot? This thought, coupled with his fiddling fingers at the wet panel between J-Decker's legs and a very newfound ability to feel sexual gratification in mind and the pumping of J-Decker's hand over his length made Victim O'Rand's inherent machismo made him force himself up on J-Decker.
"Oh!" J-Decker could only respond like this, really what did he expect a robot that is geared for destruction to do when sexually driven the way he had been riding his hand over that pulsing appendage that was filled to bursting with solidifying fluids? Victim groaned and growled as he lifted one of J-Decker's legs, bringing the hard length of his spike to caress and rub against the heated and wet panel he was fingering at curiously. It left Victim no doubt in his mind now what was beyond that panel. He felt his systems growing hot with need. He knew instinctively that J-Decker had much more down there than he can see, he can even feel his own clenching around nothing at the mere thought of gorging J-Decker with it…god it has been so long since he has done this, he needed it so badly he could taste it.
"You should let that panel lose or I will shove it up inside you!" Victim said aggressively. Normally, that sort of talk would not please J-Decker in the slightest, he preferred to be the one doing the taking and generally the only one he did take was Super Build Tiger while in this form. But there was something so arousing… so hot… about Victim's newfound lust and the size of him alone was making the clenching and dripping canal behind the panel ripple with need, even instinctively feeling the boorish and hard length up inside him even before he could remove the panel.
"Not so fast… you should~" J-Decker started but Victim again, not with anger, but blind lust that rose up quicker than an exhale of breath, brought his hand up around J-Decker's neck.
"Open it! I want you!" He demanded and even though Deckerd wasn't by nature the submissive type to his own, the only one he would consider being submissive to is Yuuta but because it was obligation there, here it isn't obligation… the panel slid open and even before the panel was fully in its housing, Victim shoved himself deep in the whole and J-Decker screamed, his green optics flaring. Deckerd's mouth opened in a silent scream long after he had stopped voicing the pain and pleasure and even though J-Decker didn't have a mouth to see, you can still tell he was in shock. Streams of his fluid rolled down his thighs as Victim became unhinged. His re jeweled encrusted forehead rested on the Brave Police signet on J-Decker's helm as he thrust into the long tight canal without mercy.
The length of his spike pummeling so deep inside J-Decker, he could feel along the underside, capsules bursting and the warm fluid riding down his ribbed length, making his vicious entrances smoother. Victim gripped one of J-Decker's shoulders as he slammed into him, lifting the mightiest robot off his red pedes slightly by the force of his humps.
J-Decker was so riddled with pleasure and pain that he was rendered speechless for a moment until he felt his valve canal conform to the sheer magnitude of Victim's girth. This body was not accustomed to be entered… nor did he ever really expect Victim to just 'do it' like this. But the pleasure and pain did not stop at J-Roader's added pleasure center, the signals were sent to the core of J-Roader's pleasure center where it's host, Deckerd, was snuggly placed, both his valve and chord leaking and throbbing with the secondary pleasure received from his support vehicle. The soft silicon based ring around his valve tightened to make Victim toss his head back and grunt long and hard toward the sky as he thrust into him even harder.
"This… is incredible! I… Have never…" Victim said between breaths as J-Deckerd brought the propped leg up to wrap around Victim's hip, opening his passage more. His hands coming up to grip at Victim's shoulders as leverage to bring his hips into Victim's in time with his own. The aching burn growing out of control now, J-Decker's optics fluttered as torrents of fluid spilled from his valve, squirting in pleasing splatters that had scent to make Victim animalistic. Victim clutched at J-Decker's hips and ground into him, nearly digging the police officer into the cliff side rock. He brought his mouth to the exposed neck covering as J-Decker brought his head to the side, giving over to the sensation of his insides being plundered so nicely, the mewls and wanton sounds Deckerd was so good at making during sex coming out of J-Decker would have been strange to hear and see, but Victim found a new height of arousal at the sounds and sight, making him take J-Decker even harder than before, their metal encased hips crashing together to the point of pain lacing the pleasure.
Victim was in heaven. He hadn't been given a chance to know how incredible this body could be and by listening to J-Decker, how he can use this body to his advantage. Not as a weapon of destruction but as a way to satisfy his little demon inside that had been shut off until now… he loved the feeling of sex, but this was far more delicious than just human sex! Who would have thought the action of fucking a robot would be this damned hot?!
Victim took the way J-Decker cried out in pleasure as a way to keep going, not that he would have been able to stop anyway, but he reached down and pulled J-Decker's other leg up and held the robot off the ground by his pounding hips. J-Decker would start to slide down the rocks but was knocked back up by the brutality of Victim's hammering chord burying so deep in him he had nowhere else to go but back up.
"Victim! Oh god! Oh! It hurts!"
"Perhaps you shouldn't have shown me!" Victim growled deeply in his throat, biting and lapping hornily at J-Decker's neck. Every body crashing thrust made J-Decker cry louder… in hurting and arousal.
"No… no I had too! Ugh… Oh! Victim! I…" J-Decker could feel the unused valve starting to close hard around Victim's length and even before he could finish telling his attacker that his body was about to succumb to the feeling of his sex, he could hear Victim responding… heated and hot gasps of drawn out breath… the manic way his thin hips erratically thrashed in and out of him that Victim was too close to his mark.
"J-Decker!" Victim whispered desperately as he lifted his head and looked into the green optics, so like his own but yet… different. "Oh my god!" He looked momentarily scared to let that wave wash over him but J-Decker hitched his legs hard around Victim's waist and did not let the other back away, his own valve coming uncontrollably down to compliment the other's movement.
"Don't stop! OH!" J-Decker's back straightened and his head tipped back as he bellowed out, rocks and grit from the friction of his back grating against the cliff side was tumbling down as Victim ravaged the whole he was encased in with manic quickness, and explosive fire that brought forth a scream of pleasure be muffled with his lips against the casing over J-Decker's face plate that hid Decker's real face from him. Some sort of semen like fluid ejaculated from him and for a moment he was paralyzed, feeling he was going to be turned inside out, J-Decker's passage milking him of whatever fluid was left in him… it wasn't semen, it couldn't physically be… but the sensation was much greater than the mere flesh and blood pumping together. Victim let out a ragged throat retching cry as he was convinced J-Decker's valve… in Victim's head he called it his pussy… drank every last bit of his spunk out of him before he slipped out, completely charged and hard still, but he dropped to his knees, resulting in J-Decker coming down on top of him in a painful crash.
"What the hell… Jesus…' Victim spluttered, backing away, having a bit of trouble getting J-Decker off him at first, perhaps thinking J-Decker was purposely trying to stay where he was. But Victim managed to push him off.
"No… don't go!" J-Decker said sadly to Victim, who tried to or appeared to be scrambling away. Victim was on his hands and knees, his chord throbbing with vigor.
"That was better than human sex." Victim said almost conversationally if it weren't for the breathlessness as he looked over his shoulder at J-Decker, who was sitting on his aft, his legs still parted and his valve cover still open.
"There is much more to us than a more intense sexual satisfaction, Victim. So much more. I can show you. Come back with me! Become part of the Brave Police. We would take care of you." J-Decker said softly, caringly as he extended his hand toward Victim.
"And be coddled? Treated with care? Protect those around me? Protect and serve?" Victim said with a bit of sadness, wishing in his human heart that he could take J-Decker's hand. Take it and let him be led back to the other side. But he knew that the Fahrzeug bastard son had rigged him to detonate should he even show an inkling of going traitor.
"Not exactly coddled. Guided. Come with me… I am not the only one who can show you the magic of our bodies. He infinite possibilities. Victim… please…" J-Deckerd brought both hands out now, reaching for him. Victim felt his desire… his needs and wants leaning toward those outreaching hands and wanted them to take him into the midst of the other Brave Police but the sight of J-Decker was retreating. Victim backed away.
"I can't… I have a destiny to carry out. And if I go with you, I will be destroyed and likely take everyone else around me out with me. I can't let that happen. This… was a mistake." Victim didn't feel what he said but hated the way it sounded from his own mouth as he watched J-Decker recoil.
"We can help you." J-Decker pleaded. His sex fluid now drying on his white thighs. Victim slowly got to his pedes, shaking his head, his fabricated shiny hair hanging limp around his shoulders, his face turned away.
"There are still things I need to do before I am either killed… or taken. But when the end comes… I will remember you and that you made me remember, even for an instant, my humanity, J-Decker." Victim's thrusters fired and he shot up in the air, because he knew damned well that if he stayed there any longer he would believe J-Decker…that they would help him… and perhaps they would too. But he also knew that if he had gone over, he would have been more danger to them then they would have been on their own. A sad departure from what could have been the start of a new beginning in his 3rd life… but not yet. He just hoped that he would have a chance to redeem himself before his fate came to claim him.
J-Dekcer watched Victim go. Some part of him annoyed at the stubbornness of Victim… the larger part sad that Victim couldn't trust enough to come with him.
"Victim…' He said… He could hear thudding footfalls off in the distance. It must be Super Build Tiger or Duke Fire judging by the heaviness of the footfalls. If only Victim had stayed… they could have made him come back with them. But J-Decker nor the others would have known about Victim being rigged with a detonator that if he went rogue, the Fahrzeug's would blow him and everyone around him to kingdom come.
"J-Decker! Are you alright?!" Super Build Tiger asked as he and Duke Fire came up to his side. J-Decker stood and kept his green optics upward toward Victim's speck in the sky.
"Yes… I'm fine."
"Do we go after him?" Duke Fire asked as he followed J-Decker's gaze upward to the flickering light of Victim's thrusters.
"No, let him go I think he has something to accomplish before the end. And we would be doing him a disservice by halting it now." J-Decker said and turned away, probably heading back to find Yuuta and make sure he was okay. Duke Fire and Super Build Tiger looked at one another, finding their leader's comment odd but… decided not to pursue the matter.