All My Exes are in Mechsuits

“HOSTILE DETECTED,” Chariot reported. Sure enough, an ominous icon had appeared on the heads-up map. It was shaped like a skull. Wearing an eyepatch. Justice tapped it with their finger, opening a comms channel. “You’re not authorized to be here!” Justice demanded. “Who are you?” “BEAM LASERS CHARGING,” the mech calmly droned. “Justice. You’ve gotten sloppy since last I saw you. The Academy not dr…