((Woops, seems like I am the wildcard here with the quotes...sorry :P))
"Straight on time, Gravitime!" Matikclocker watched the Mockery dissipate and the Void Mender gathered in the vortex. "Speaking of time, that Mender is running out of it."
He looks over at the rest of the squad.
"Hey there! It's been a long time since I last saw you all. I guess some of you don't remember me well. I'm Matikclocker, M-OVC-2002 battle robot unit. I can spot some familiar faces around here already...!" He smiled. Do robots even smile? Who knows.
"IS-M44 told me about the Almirian village and the fight against that Swarm thing. I saw the fight and well...I went ahead to support my friends that I know well. So yeah. Also, I got a firmware upgrade and toured the Moorcroft Manor before getting here. Anyways, how are you all doin'?"
[Gravitonfas: Attack: Void Mender C]
(BONUS! Me and Doctorspacebar had written down lines for every character participating in the fight in the event they killed the mockery. Since Matikclocker killed it, none of them got used. So I'll post them anyway.
If Ignem finished it off...
“And let that be a lesson to you, Swarm...never attempt to attack family or things like this happen.” I said, holstering my weapons. “Are you alright, Tenebris?”
If Tenebris finished it off...
“Take THAT!” Tenebris shouts, cleaving it into pieces, which then dissolve back into the Swarm pixels they were. “Now you know you’ve messed with the wrong Machinaut!”
He begins to clean off his Acheron.
“And of course you’re not going to say any last words, not when you’ve pretty much disintegrated.” Tenebris says as he finishes cleaning it off from Swarm residue, puts the blade back in its sheath and puts it on his hip.
If Vein finished it off...
“Endless, huh?” Vein shakes his head as the Mockery dissolves. “Yeah, swarms of little bugs are endless too… and we’re the bugspray.”
If Eryn finished it off...
“...pathetic.” Eryn pulls her arrow out of the Mockery’s quickly disintegrating corpse. “You thought you would scare us? We don’t get scared. We get mad.”
If Bootstrap (somehow) finished it off...
“Sir! Your tone has no place in this corps, sir! DROP DEAD, SIR!” Bootstrap keeps swinging at the disintegrating Mockery’s remains, until he realizes. “...Uh, Adjutant, sir? How many swings ago did it die?”
“Ten swings, Bootstrap.”
I'll be setting up a minor plot point later on with these LV units. Maybe. Probably not. Depends on how indecisive I am.)