I'm Not A Simp.

The Engineer

I looked above and saw dozens of cameramen and speakermen alike cheering my name. I had never been the center of such a crowd quite like this, I felt... good. It felt like I had become something and in a way I have, the Astro cameraman is what they're calling me.

I wish I could smile, I wish my face could do a lot of things. But it's okay for now, I'm someone more than I ever was. I see some people get shoved past as a speakerman with the same colored coat I have slides down the crater.

He was missing an arm and wore a red polo completed with a brown suit, he ran up to me and gave me a hug. "I never got the chance to say thank you."

He pulled back and started laughing as several others climbed down the crater to get a closer look or offer their own thanks. It was exciting for a moment but then it got claustrophobic, I was looking for a reason to escape when I saw these unnatural green lights coming from an alleyway.

Honestly the lights could've been anything but I didn't care what the reason was, the crowd of speakermen and cameramen were starting to wear me down. I signed a very vague reason and shot in the air towards the alleyway.

I Made a rather hectic landing and stumbled just a bit before finding my footing. While this alleyway was just an excuse, I was genuinely curious on what those green light were. Nothing looked out of the ordinary, although it's hard to find anything ordinary with so much destruction.

I was going to leave when from the corner of my lens I saw an office chair. Although it's just a plain chair there was this weird static to it. I reached out my hand to touch it when, "what are you doing?"

It was the speakerman with the missing arm. I looked at him then back at the chair, 'nothing.' I signed.

My heads been all over the place since my double fight with an Astro and Titan, I'm sure it's just calming down from the excitement. I chose not to shoot off into the sky and leave him hear as that would be rude.

We started walking back and I asked him a question, 'do you have a name?'

"Yeah, I'm speakerman #555." He responded.

I nodded, an awkward silence fell before us. 'You don't have a title?' I asked.

He shook his head, "no why, you thinking of giving me one?"

I took a look at his appearance, there's definitely a lot you could work with. Much like Squeakerman's outfit, his is terrible. The red polo and brown suit don't complement each other at all. But he does look a little better with headphones on, although he doesn't have ears. And there's his missing arm.

"Don't think about calling me armie." I didn't need a face to understand his emotion.

'What, no that'd be rude.' I tried to repair my image for whatever he thought about me just then.

He sighed, "you know, I was at that prison when you got your really weird legs."

My lens widened a little bit, 'really?'

"Yeah," he confirmed, "I even taught speakerman #1028, or you would call him Squeakerman, sign language."

I was taken aback for a moment, I really do owe this guy something. He's the reason I was able to communicate with Squeakerman. 'Well thanks.'

He nodded and slowed our pace as we pulled up to the crater. At this point the excitement had calmed down and everyone started acting a little more rational. I was still bombarded by cameramen and speakermen alike but this time they were more tame.

In the midst of this a speakerman in a yellow suit remained above the crater and watched everyone from above. He simply waited until the hype calmed down and spoke. "Everyone, while I'm glad you're okay and I know how exciting it feels. We need to go back to the Alliance base so they can send a squad looking for those that are trapped. We still have fallen brothers."