Tough Times and A Friend In Need (NxUzi)

Tough Times and A frind In Need

This story is highly inspired by PrawnStoat’s ‘Comfort and Drones’ comic. And with her permission I was allowed to write this story for all of you people reading this.

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Day 1 

 

The aftermath of the initial carnage came fast. All they had to do was shoot a bunch of missiles at the escaping worker drones, they didn’t even put up a fight but hey at least at the end of the day it’s free oil for him V and J. 

 

N didn’t expect the planet to be so lifeless, he questioned how the company managed to screw up but after stumbling upon the skeleton of a human he didn’t want to question it further. Walking across the planet’s surface itself, it was cold and damp as far as the eye can see, the land littered with snow, mining vessels and tall industrial buildings, all rusting away with the lack of maintenance. He looked up, the sky was a pitch black dark, the only thing visible in the sky were the thousands of stars splattered all over his lense and the view of two bright white moons that provided a soft light source to the dark and depressing place the planet had become. 

 

Walking further down the corridors and corridors of the building, he heard the sounds of cries and pain, the sounds of a voice screaming and pleading for mercy. The sounds of gunshots, slashes and maniacal laughing could also be heard. It sounded not too far away and within flying distance, so N getting ready retracted his hands into his arms and brought out his slick steel claws, he deployed the angelic wings stored in the back of his chassis and performed a single flap making sure wings were functioning properly, once he was confident all systems operational he crouched and jumped. 

 

He soared through the air with ease, his arms behind his back and his wings flapping every few seconds just to keep himself afloat. Though there were the small side effects of turbulence and gust winds that barely put a dent in his flightpath. When reaching the source of the noise he angles himself so his wings would provide the most drag allowing him to slowly descend onto the ground. He lands on the ground with a thud, readies his claws and shifts his visor to an X. But when analysing the scene he sees his squadmate V, tearing and ripping through all the worker drones savagely, she at every kill and slash she made laughed maniacally, giving absolutely no care for the drones she was killing and spewing their entrails all over the snow. 

 

N just stood far behind her and watched awkwardly. “NO NO, PLEASE, DON'T FEED MY ENTRAILS IN FRONT OF MY FAMILY!” the worker drone pleaded, V in response laughed hysterically before shifting her back into the familiar X. She then proceeds to pounce on the dying worker drone, ripping them apart in front of her, spilling oil and drone parts all over the snow creating a sort of oil bath. N watched worriedly from the sidelines, putting his claws on his chin before giving his hair a scratch, while doing so multiple screams of pain and gunshots could be heard all over. Once the carnage was over, he turned to face V wiping her mouth clean of oil while still laughing hysterically. 

 

“And yet, I still feel nothing!” She said with a twitch of her eye. Well this was his chance now to properly introduce himself to her. He took a second to rejuvenate himself before speaking, not wanting to make a bad impression of himself. 

 

“So… V uhhh, I heard this planet wide toxic death storm is supposed to be especially inhospitable tonight…” he said casually with some stuttering, V did not respond instead was too busy sharpening her claws with her teeth, paying N no attention.