Murder Drones - The Bloody Trio (Murder Drones OC's fan fic)

Chapter 2 - Resurgence

"The intelligence of this one could be of great service to us, loyalty in of itself is just someone who's intelligence is that of knowing the rules, and following them without question..."

A bright flash of light engulfed her view, she watched as the light began to slowly dim, and figures came into the picture. She was on her back, unable to move, unable to speak, and really, unable to feel anything. "Where was this one from again?" A voice rung in her ears.

"My my, she was a Li-" The voice was distorted, almost as if static was tickling her audio censors, and then digging itself deeper into the censors. Her world began to spin, her mind growing dull as she caught a glimpse of human eyes looking down at her. "She will make a fine, loyal-" The voice grew in static again, "She shall be named Designation..."

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C gasped, grabbing her chest and leaning forward in her chair. Her head was pounding, each beat feeling like a nail being struck into her very psyche. She quietly groaned in pain, slowly getting out of her chair and looking around the ship. It was pitch black in the ship, but she easily solved that as her visor turned a dark green, giving her night vision. She saw B and T still fast asleep in their spots upside down, both of them with their arms crossed and legs crossed. She stared at B for a few moments before glancing at T. C placed a hand on her head, wincing in pain and deciding to head outside.

Once she quietly exited and shut the door, she yawned and rubbed her visor with her hands, her night vision dissipating and her bright yellow eyes retuning to her Visor. She blinked several times, her face sullen and her body droopy. It was strange to her, standing out here amongst the blistering wings of frost and snow, she didn't feel like a Hunter amongst a foreign world, she instead felt alone, tired and vulnerable. A part of her was almost begging to go back inside and just sleep, to forget about her job, to forget about her duty as a leader and a Murder Drone. She soon huffed though, slapping herself in her face, her visor reading 'Suppressing doubts, Restoring leader.exe'. Once her eyes returned, she was about to head in when something was caught in her peripheral vision.

C's head jerked to the left, her eyes narrowing. She spread out her white, metallic wings, and began to fly to what she had caught eye of. Once she reached it, she realized it was a rusty wrench next to footprints. Her eyes narrowed more, following the footprints, only to discover more and more footprints, all of them circling around the space ship. She followed a pair that lead away from the ship, stopping about 100ft from the ship when she realized that the footprints kept going and going. C tightened her fist, turning around and flying back to the space ship, grabbing the door and making her way inside.

Once C was inside the ship, she looked at her squad again through her night vision, deciding to turn on the dim, industrial white lights again that was the only source of internal lighting.  When the lights were on, she took a deep breath, approached the control panel of the ship, and then knocked on the side on it several times with her fist. "Rise and shine, luvs. It's a new night, and there's plenty to be done!" She smiled, standing up as straight as she could to convey confidence, even though she felt she was struggling, or rather lacking of it. 

C watched as T was the first one to wake up, T scanned the room as her visor's eyes slowly fizzled and reappeared. T looked at C, smiling and dislodging herself from the small mechanical arms that kept her in her sleeping position. T, falling with a flip out of her spot, landed perfectly onto the floor, saluting to C as her tail gently swayed left and right. "Good morning, Ma'am!" T said with a little bounce.

C smiled and placed her hand onto her hips, tilting her head to her right side. "At ease luv, hope you slept well. You excited to get this day started?" C said, a simple yet Enthusiastic "Mhm!" was all of T's reply. C giggled, suddenly stopping though when she glanced to B, noticing he hadn't moved from his spot. C frowned, approaching B and tightening her grip around her hips as irritation began to bubble inside of her. "Rise and shine, B." She said, but to no reply. "Serial Designation B, I demand you awake at once!" she shouted, still to no aval though.