Franklin listens to—
"Unknown Being Detected; Potent Energy Leakage Present On Subject."
{Legion?!} Franklin turns around to spot the glowing Moya from across his and Micheal's position. She definitely has an odd appearance, though, for Franklin, it's pretty standard where he's from to a degree. She's not Legion (unless he's adopted a new persona like Bishop informed), but H.E.R.B.I.E would have picked that up, right?
"Homo-superior? Inhuman? A Skrull...maybe?" He asks his A.I.
"Surface Level Scan Inconclusive; Wager: Humaniod Celestial (vaguest defination can include Inhumans)."
Franklin notices that Michael's suit is at the same pace. "You wanna...help this person? Together? This...might be within my realm."
edited 7th Aug '17 3:06:43 PM by XMenMutant22
"Of course they're always testy." Franklin mumbles before adding with "Okay...Moya. Good. Michael, can you act as back-up, you might—?"
Moya's voice tips off The Son of Geniuses himself, and Michael's reflexes didn't alleviate that concern either.
"Naaaaaturally, you two know each other. Excuse me, um, "Moya"? Sorry to cut in, but my A.I.'s been giving me some troubling news about you. Are you new to your powers, by any chance?"
edited 7th Aug '17 3:17:15 PM by XMenMutant22
...Richards, get out of here. Now.
(He fires his beam cannon in an attempt to keep her occupied.
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"Oh God..." Franklin merely stares at Moya with a decidedly deadpan glare. "Look, I think I get what you're doing: you're trying to control your powers without artificial means. Could have tried easing up..."
Franklin dives from the impromptu blast towards the ground. He didn't lunge very far from his original position.
"Michael, come on?! Seriously, the worst hasn't even started yet."
Okay, Franklin gets the hint, causing him to retreat behind a trunk. Oh great, just like old times with Young X: Franklin's support and hides, Young X takes care of a troubled mutant. Well, this one's a little different. At least he can peek from here.
"Definitely betting on Celestial, or an Omega-Level Mutant....or Inhuman, have we really running into a circle again?!"
"Skrull had been ruled out, Master Richards."
edited 7th Aug '17 3:54:04 PM by XMenMutant22
I admit our goals did align for a while, but I've decided to let it go. You, on the other hand, have appeared to have lost your way.
—WEAPON SELECT: Cluster Missile—
(A few tubes of explosives launch of the little black box on one side on the backpack. There, clusters of micro-missile jettison out of the tubes, creating a blanket screen of orange light from their individual explosions.)
"We all fail. We all make mistakes. That is what makes us human."(Since the missiles have already jettisoned their payloads, they're not really affected that much, only leaving some light scoring on the Thunderbolt Armour's large shields.)
(Seeing that Moya has retreated for now, he decides to log the data for later, and walks back to check on Franklin.)
edited 7th Aug '17 4:05:33 PM by G2BattleConvoy
"We all fail. We all make mistakes. That is what makes us human."

So far? ...Well, despite its appearance, it's actually pretty (he flexes his arms to show it) flexible. Speed seems to be pretty good, too, all things considered.
Weapons tracking is functional, although I'm gonna have to test some of these weapons at some point. ...Oy, this is going to cost me a bit of the old family fortune.
(On Michael's HUD, a warning box appears): —ALERT: UNKNOWN SIGNATURE DETECTED—
...Huh?
edited 7th Aug '17 2:51:45 PM by G2BattleConvoy
"We all fail. We all make mistakes. That is what makes us human."