Heaven Piercer

Landfall (2)

(A/N
Any chat text that doesn't have anyone saying it comes from you.)

As cool as your entrance into the frigid wastelands of Copper-9 was, you seemed to have blown away one of the disassembly drones you were meant to be working with into a wall.
Dismissing the thought, you proudly stride towards the drone you almost buried.
“PURGE THE (GREEN SKINS!) ROGUE DRONES!”
You drop your weapon at your side and try to aid the male disassembly drone remove the door from his co worker.
“Uh... Sorry about that.”
You say dropping the dreadnought tone and adopting a more friendly tone.

???: “You almost buried J!”

“I guess don’t stand infront of the pod door next time? Haha...”

???: "Biscuits..."

Chuckling nervously you finally pry the door off of the drone, revealing a female drone that you gathered to be “J”.
Even you winced at the sight of her, sheepishly rubbing your arm.
J’s self repair O.S boots up and fills the cracks in her body with liquid metal, eventually becoming solid. Her screen boots up with two yellow ovals as her eyes.

“I really am sorry, I just uh didn’t expect anyone to be infront of the pod.”

She adjusted her posture while sitting, eventually standing up.

“As much as I would take a hit from you for damaging you, I need to introduce myself first.”

J gave you what was probably the most unimpressed and disappointed look, filled with the most vitriol and spite you’ve ever seen in the look of a human, let alone a drone.
Putting her hands on her hips while scowling at you, she barked orders to what you thought were her comrades.

J: “Moron, introduce yourself.”

The male disassembly drone next to her was frozen in fear, breaking out of it only a few moments later. He snapped a salute while shaking a bit.

???: “I’m Serial Designation N.”

N: “I’m part of a squad of disassembly drones, working to get rid of the rogue worker drones currently hiding in bunkers.”

You: “So that’s what’s been taking you so long.”

J: “And then there's-“

She stopped mid sentence.
J: “There’s nobody else, just us two!”

You gave her a glare of your own, when you were inside you were certain you heard two female voices.
You:
“Serial Designation X! I’m another drone sent by the company since you guys were taking too long. Just another drone!”
Honestly the ventilation under your helmet was pretty bad, but you had to hold on for a bit longer. It wasn't helping your nervousness either, her gaze was so piercing it was like she knew you were human.

“You mentioned bunkers, so have you been hunting on the surface in the meantime?”

N: “Mhm.”

J: “I hope you’re not as useless as the idiot standing next to you.”

N's posture slumped a bit, his head turning away.
God it was getting hot, you needed an excuse.

“W-well, I’m gonna get acclimated to this place before you brief me on the situation fully. Hows a bout we meet in half an hour at your landing pod, centre of the spire.”

While N’s feet shuffled in the snow, your sensors picked up another sound, someone was watching you. Probably J's squad member. Taking your opportunity to leave, you unfurl your wings and head towards a tall building in the area.
After about a minute of awkward drying, you sat comfortably atop a tower, gazing St the bright twin moons illuminating the planet below in a dim blue light.
“Christ almighty finally, I can this darn thing off.”
Relieved of your helmet, you held it in your arms, in your armpit as you stargazed. Damn this air smells like shit and probably will kill me, but I’ll be damned if I have to bake with that helmet on any longer. Atleast it’s cold and soothing. You didn't care about the drone that was watching you previously, and might be watching you now, you just wanted to chill.

Reminded of stargazing at home, it gave you an idea. A little singing couldn’t hurt?
(Homage mild high club, trust me, give it a go.)
“Someone wrote this song before, and I could tell you where it’s from, the 4,7,3,6 2,5,1,2,8 to put my mind at ease.”
So nostalgic. Your eyes danced around at the landscape before you. Snow flakes reflecting a light blue light onto decrepit streets, the almost glowing glistening snow peering back at you. Interrupted periodically by the odd drone corpse and destroyed car. Even brought a tear to your eye.
Some part of you wish you could just go back to being a dumb stupid 12 year old. Not having to worry about actually surviving, only enjoying the comfort of being oblivious to your life ahead of you. No job, no taxes, no worries at all.
You look into your helmet eyes, the cold unforgiving unknown. Your tears drip onto the visor as your arms relax. God this shit just eats into you doesn’t it?
You lay down on the snow ridden roof, an abject pool of misery. Why did you even do this? From your shitty life on earth to a shitty life on an exoplanet most people didn’t know existed. Some alerts popped up in your helmet that rested in your hands, breaking you out of your trance.
You quickly sat up and put your helmet on, hoping you put it on intime before whoever was approaching saw you.

N: “Hey, uhh, X.”

“Need something, N?”

N: “I got permission from J to explain what’s going on.”

“Right.”

N: “So, the workers have built a bunker on the outskirts of the city, north of here. The doors are really tough and even our claws can’t scratch em. Since they don’t need to breath they don’t have ventilation ducts leading to the outside, making infiltration impossible.”

“How about we just go back to the pod, it’s kinda cold up here.”

N: “Cold? We can’t feel cold, we’re drones.”

Oh. Shit. Fuck. Cmon think of an excuse.

“NO NO NO NO, I MEANT THE UHHHH SNOW WAS GETTING ONTO MY VISOR.”

N: “Oh, haha! Yeah, that’s annoying, lets go back.”

He flashed such a warm and innocent smile, God he was so adorable and dumb. In one stride you walked up to him and pet his head. A light blush appearing on his screen.

N: “X, are we gonna head back now or...”

“Yeah, we are. You can go on ahead I’ll be there.”

You didn’t want N to see your awkward flying so you told him to go first.
With N gone, you prepared to leave. One thought racked your brain as you took off.

“How the fuck am I gonna eat?”