Heaven Piercer

Transit

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Your POV

How long have I been here?
"System, how long until we reach the target destination?"
"I wish you'd quit asking, even for an A.I it gets annoying."
"Didn't think they'd waste money on a sentient A.I for a landing pod."
Following the silence, you'd sigh.
"C'mon, once I get to where I need to be you can go play solitaire or something and we won't interact for at least a week, mutually beneficial yknow?"
"5 minutes to Copper-9."

I am "Serial Designation X", a "drone" sent by JC Jenson when they have an issue that needs solving fast. Serial Designation X is less of a drone and more of a mantle taken up by people over the years. To make the current disassembly drones working on the "problem" planetside accept my presence quicker, I've been issued a special sort of mech that looks like a disassembly drone, only it has room for a human such as myself to squeeze inside. I tend to think of it like iron Man, except without the whole billionaire thing.

As I said earlier, Serial Designation X is a mantle taken up by a human that works for JC Jenson, sent to planets by Pods to solve issues when their typical disassembly drones are taking too long. There can only be one at time, and when the old one dies, JC Jenson hires a new one to make it look like it never died. They even outfitted it with a cool voice changer to make me sound more scary and droid-like hell yeah!
I put on the helmet part of the mech and stare into a mirror on board, trying my best dreadnought (warhammer 40k) impression.

(To clarify, the mech is just a skinned disassembly drone. It's got the weapons that can form out of the hands, and the suit is split into a helmet and the main suit itself. As for hair or a hat, its you. Use your imagination.)

"Their shelter shall be their tomb." You say menacingly into the mirror.

"God this suit so awesome!!! I can go for HOURS!"

"Brothers, to partake in our crusade, is to be immortal."

"Agent, avoid embarrassing yourself, 2 minutes to landfall." The almost sassy A.I chides.

"Oh shit, uhhh System, toggle interior transparency of the room to 100% and play "Dream on" by Aerosmith."

You hurriedly said while getting into your main suit. With the suit now fully on, the helmet portion lit up, 2 large yellow ovals appeared as your eyes on the front screen. Internally, you really hoped they would buy the disguise. Thinking you were fully prepared you braced for impact, but while you were waiting you noticed something.

"My survival kit!"
You drive towards it. Now holding it in your hands, you stuff it down the crack between your helmet and suit, forgetting about it.
With the transparency of the room fully turned up, and Dream On playing, you look down through the floor of your pod at the city you'd be deploying into.
Jesus Christ, was that a giant spire of drone corpses? You never really paid attention during training, and sure, it might've been your first mission, but God damn that was brutal.

Wait... Why are we getting so close to it?

"System, we're gonna crash into the spire of corpses, adjust heading by 90 degrees south, NOW!"

"A bit late for that, Agent."

Now successfully panicking, you get up.

"Activate North jettison thrusters and redirect pod life support and lighting to it!"
"No."
"WHY?!"
"I just really dont like you"
"FUCK YOU T-"
And from there, it all went black.

A/N
Honestly. I'm horrible at staying with POV's, it'll jump from 3rd person back to you randomly, hard to stay in character lol.