After the Drift

Chapter Thirty-Nine: DROID

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A sob wretched out of my throat. You could hear heavy breathing over the line.

"It's nice to hear your voice...one last time, love." Chuck said quietly.

Hot tears streamed down my face. "Chuck, don't do this. Please don't do this...please don't go."

I sounded like a brat whining, but I didn't care. I just didn't want the people I loved to go blow themselves up to save the world.

"I'm sorry, love. It's the only way... I love you so much, Ruby Blackwell." I heard him gasp and sob on the other end of the comm. The line clicked, the connection was severed.

I handed the headset back to Tendo, who put it on tentatively but watched closely. "Ruby, why don't you sit down? This...this is going to be a lot. It already is..." He muttered.

I clenched my jaw. Hell. No.

It was not ending like this. I had been through enough already. I looked at Tendo one last time, his eyebrows immediately furrowing, "Wait, what are you-?"

I took off down the hall like a bat out of hell. I had an idea. Albeit stupid as hell, but what was there really to lose?

Mira would be safe should we win. She had people to love her and watch after her always. I was doing this for her, but mostly, for once, I was doing this for me.

I stormed down to the lab I had been working in prior to Newt's complete betrayal.

Hermann whirled around upon hearing boots stomping. "I was wondering when you would show up for the end of the world. Your tardiness will be overlooked under the circumstances..." He gave a little smirk.

We both went to work. Before everything had happened, the idea of nuclear bombs had always rang out above any other idea. The wall just took precedence because everyone believed there to be more time.

Before shit had hit the fan, I had put in for old World War II ammunitions and nuclear bomb pieces for a possible Plan Z, the scattered pieces including the highly toxic components were currently locked away in this lab. Enough to make six rounds, what the UN had declared enough for research purposes but no more.

The two of us put them together as quickly as possible, foregoing many safety precautions for the sake of time. Thank the Lord above for genius level IQs. The intricate instructions and handling instructions would be latin for many others.

In an hours time we had placed together four and a half. Hermann looked over with a worried look. "This isn't enough, Ruby..." His chin trembled as he spoke.

I nodded, I knew it. "Put them all on a cart including the radioactive bits, with luck, their volatile nature with increase the blast power exponentially." He nodded and quickly went to package up the incredibly fragile bombs that now looked much more missile like. He stopped short, "How are you getting these down there?"

I turned back to him and winked, "Get them to the launch bay ASAP." I took off down the halls and found the lift to the rear end of the bay still in working order.

I knew what I was about to do was one of the dumbest stunts you could ever pull. It was also a suicide mission, but one that could possibly save a few more lives.

In what was lovingly called 'the closet' lived the experiments and refused jaeger projects. This included bits from former jaegers, attempts at auto piloted jaegers and one pilot jaegers.

Beside what was once Crimson Typhoon's IB22's Plasmacaster and STERNO piston, was a small droid looking jaeger. I clambered up its white front, unlocking the domed conn pod. I crawled in and coughed at the stale air that escaped as I began switching it on.