Drone Swap-Murder Drones

Kidnapping

I've made Nexten a fucking sass lord at the beginning cause of hellsing abriged but then realized it wasn't very in character, FUUCK. Welp enjoy the sass
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Nexten booted back up from the E.M.P. Looking around, it looked like a large oil stained room, heads littered the place and oil stains marked otherwise perfectly good tiles. He himself seemed to be tied down, his hand behind him and tied down to the chair he was sitting on.

"Oh you've got to BE KIDDING ME!! I JUST WANT TO GO HOME!" He wrestled against the rope that bound him, it was no use but he at least tried to unbind himself before a door infront of him began opening and from it a drone walked in, one that was all too familiar to Nexten.

"Glad to see your awake Nexten, it's been far too long and we have a LOT of catching-." Nexten cut him off

"So what's your scheme this time Jack."

"Wow, cut out all the fun why don't ya."

"YOU TIED ME DOWN TO A CHAIR!"

"And you ruined my monologue you ass."

"... Was the ending of your monologue, 'CaTcHiNg Up To Do'".

"...no. ANYWAY, we're getting off track from me making fun off you." Jack went over to a table over on the side of the room, picking up the claws Nexten had made. He put them on and messed around with them "Though before we get to revealing why I have you tied down I gotta say, these are quite impressive, and the fact the blades turn into a hand guard when their not being used. You thought this thr-" Nexten cut him off again.

"Yeah, yeah just reveal why your keeping me here." This really seemed to piss Jack off.

"Fucking cut me off again, why don't you!" Jack tried punched Nexten only to have Nexten duck and bite his arm, ripping the skin off and exposing the underneath wiring and oil. Nexten spit out the piece metal and licked the oil on his lips as his eyes flickered yellow.

"Hmm for being rotten to the core, your oil is surpringly tasty." Jack held his arm to stop the leak.

"Fucking freak. Your lucky we need you alive or else I would enjoy gutting you." This seemed to get Nexten's attention.

"Why, you holding me for ransom? Cause I don't know if you met my mom, she doesn't have the highest opinion about me, at least not till recently."

"Ok why are you so calm!? You weren't like this back then."

"I had like 5... 6 attempts on my life in like 4 days, and they were all from Dissasembly Drones. That and I'm pretty sure the E.M.P. is still messing with my emotions."

"Oh damn, well we're not using you for ransom but we are trading you for something."

"And what might that be?"

"... really, you don't know why, it was what got me kicked out"

"You mean besides the fact you were a serial killer."

"I WASN'T A SERIAL KILLER, I had a reason to do it. It was to trade their oil for the Dissasembly Drones not attacking us."

"OH YEAH, that was you said trying to rationalize being a serial killer."

"STOP CALLING ME THAT!"

"hmm... no"

"WHY!?"

"It's funny." Jack pinched his temple in annoyance.

"Well I don't think you enjoy this next." Jack snapped his finger and in came to more drones.

"What are you doing?"