Worker!Drone x V

The opposite of Bete Noire

Well, I finally have something to work off of, so....LET'S DO THIS! Think of this as Act 2 for my story. Also, I'm changing the pov.

The spaceship, a glorious pod designed by humans, destined to land on this planet to help the Murder Drones fulfill their mission. Kill every robot on the planet. Personally, you would have just bombed the planet with flying drones, but you guessed humans thought robots who had guns and nanobot healing capabilities would be better than just carpet bombing.

Anyway, you found yourself outside, dragging a computer with you to the spaceship. Uzi said something about a symbol appearing occasionally. Well, if it was an excuse to find out more about a drone's body, then you would take it.

"Woah!" Something hit the floor, presumably N from the voice, as you entered the tower. You glanced as he outstretched his claws, a distraught look on his face. Unfortunately, you were only wondering why he would shut down on the ceiling.

"N! I found something in here!" Uzi yelled, muffled by the spaceship's walls.

You left the computer outside, heading in before N could. The spaceship looked the same the last you saw it, but the door seemed to be fixed from the last time you had kicked it. Only one thing was different about it. A single mirror hanging on the wall.

Uzi held a badge of some sort, similar to the badge on human pilot's hats. She looked over to the mirror with a worried expression, brushing a lock of her hair away. A symbol briefly flashed, and the glass of the mirror cracked somehow.

"That's weird and concerning." V said, taking a break from blowing bubbles to comment. You had been spending time together with her, talking, running tests. You even had her be an assistant once. It was...fun.

"Bite me! This is probably you weirdo's fault!" Uzi retorted.

"I've never seen that symbol before." V said, "WANNA DO AN AUTOPSY TO FIND OUT?"

"An autopsy is a good idea to find out what's wrong with you." You said, forming a surgery knife. "Hold still..."

The autopsy was interrupted by N entering through the ceiling hatch. "What did you find?" N asked.

You phased out their conversation, thinking about the hat. It was a pilot hat, of course! So N was the pilot, and was the reason the ship was like this. You knew humans were too smart to program stupid autopilot. It was only N that was stupid.

You were broken out of your train of thought from V hissing, then going back to blowing bubbles.

"Speaking of piloting to Earth, we sure Murder All Humans is, uh...morality?" N gestured to further his point.

"N, the only reason we're doing this is because Uzi is compulsive." You said, turning to Uzi. "We need a strategy, not to just rush in and start shooting up their highly advanced spaceships."

"Quit complicating my murder plan." Uzi said, fitting a mechanical plate into a gap in the control panel.

"Not to mention, my atmospheric radar detected three more pods coming down here, meaning nine more drones might be trying to kill us in a week."

To you, it was not a good move in the long run. Humanity's technology had decades, possibly hundreds of years of head start. Staying hidden to plan out a sneak attack was a better idea.

What did the humans call it? Ah, yes. Blitzkrieg. An offensive tactic involving extreme pressure in a short amount of time, overwhelming enemy forces in an instant. This tactic was the ideal way to destroy humans.

They wouldn't be expecting anything.

"J was getting orders from someone through that relay, if not the company, then who and how?"