Chaos Command

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The group made it to the local resistance base without further incident. Jake turned to the others, saying, “The medic's are going to need help treating all the wounded after that assault. You guys continue without me...” he turned to Bomberman and added, “And don't think I'm finished with you, Jackson Richard Thompson! I'll deal with you later.” The youth looked far from impressed. Wes turned to Zero and said quietly, “I hope this isn't too hard on you, Zero. I mean, this brat's a dead ringer for... well... yeah... I'll just drop it.” The teen looked at the two confused, but kept quiet. He was in enough trouble as it was, and after Rock's reaction, didn't want to test his luck a second time.

Wes sighed and said, “Sorry, Snips, but Dash and I need to get your partner to a repair module. You did quite a number to his... You know...” He adopted a rather stupid expression trying to find the best word for the point-of-impact with all the refugee children on base without the actual word. Jackson sighed and said, “Try 'copy program'! Geez Why do I have to do all the thinking for this outfit? You're the Leader!” Zero nodded and said, “Hey, that's pretty clever. We never could find an un-blocked, non-medical term for...” He looked at the children that had now surrounded them and muttered in surrender, “Well... “It”.”

 Jackson sighed. “Man! That's so sad that even I cant think of anything for an insult.” The Reploid muttered, “And coming from you, saying something.”
“What can I say?” the teen chirped. “I'm an artist.” Wes chuckled and said, “Well, I'll try to be back soon, but just in case, don't go killing any annoying, bomb wielding, pain in the backside teenagers before I can think of an effective escape route, okay?”
“I'll try,” came his reply, though the look on his face said he wasn't making any promises.

As the two stood in a somewhat quiet area of the base, Jackson said calmly, “So, what's the deal with little boy blue back there? Does he normally go psycho like that?” Zero sighed. “Not until recently. I thought it was just the stress of this war, losing his sister and nephew within a month of each other as well as the constant assaults. As much as hate to admit it, I'm starting to think it's something worse.”
The teen adopted a quizzical look and asked, “Like what?”

The warrior shook his head. “The Chaos Command. A defect in the earlier Reploid models.” Jackson sputtered, “That error was fixed, and the models with that flaw were decommissioned. How could he have it?” Zero sat down and muttered, “He's the original. The rest of us were created from his design. The copy ability, the human attributes, even our base restraint protocols... they all came from the data used to create him. However, he was made without the ability to be reprogrammed. Because of that, the Chaos Command was never removed, and he was too effective to be shut down. He is the perfect Reploid, as well as the most flawed.”

Jackson shook his head and said, “So, what? Are you telling me he's going to become a monster like those Mavericks?” Zero pulled out a cigarette and lit it, saying, “Worse. If chaos command overrides his logic core, and completely rewrite his programming, He'll become so chaotic that he'll attack every functioning thing on the planet. It'll make the mavericks look like a joke.”