Fallen Stars (Male Reader X Furry Sci-Fi) [REWRITE IS OUT]

Chapter 1- Memorial

Talia liked to believe that she was complex, yet simple.

She had emotions that made her want to act, yet she had thoughts and morals that made her not act on those emotions.

For example, she was now feeling frustration, anger and slight despair. These feelings made her want to growl, to rip the person next to her apart, to curl up in fetal position and cry.

Yet her thoughts and morals said that making unnecessary noise was a bad idea, that the person next to her (probably) didn't deserve to be torn apart, and that giving up wouldn't change anything.

She guessed she could also add the whole 'existential analysis in order to distract herself' to the list of reasons about why she was complex.

It's not like her emotions were unwarranted. After all, two mercenaries from her squad had just been killed by one of those things.

To make it even worst, it was one of the weaker ones! It took five mercenaries armed with military grade automatic rifles to kill one of their weakest, and it tore through two of them like they were made of paper!

Talia took a deep breath. She couldn't let her anger get the best of her, especially not now of all situations.

She tried to remember why she was here, right now, at this moment, to focus on her mission once again.

She remembered when she, along with some other mercs, got a contract to join the armed forces that would help secure the first habitable planet found in another galaxy. She remember being very excited at first, almost to the point of it being embarrassing, but then excitement turned to suspicion when she found out that she was the only mercenary that was personally recommended. When she found out that the one who recommended her was the man she was cloned of, she almost rejected the offer, before she realized that this was literally a once-in-a-lifetime chance.

And so, she swallowed her pride and accepted the contract. She was told that the planet they going to had once been the home of an advanced yet non-space faring species that had gone extinct for some reason still unknown to them, and that the new natives to the planet were the results of experiments done by that species on the local wildlife.

There were many theories about what could've happened to that extinct species, but the most prevalent one was about how the robots that they built one day started massacring everyone they saw. This theory had the most followers because the robots that lived in the ruins of the cities immediately assaulted the scientist that tried to investigate them, even killing some of them, and because the natives had a myth that said that the robots had all been possessed by evil spirits and now wanted to kill everything that moved.

When she finally reached the planet, she thought that this job would be an easy yet tedious one. After all, she just had to destroy some robots and go home. Sure, they would need to do it on every single ruin that they could find, but they could probably finish the job in a year or two.

She couldn't have been any more wrong. They had underestimated the power and the number of those robots. Instead of a number that didn't reach the one hundreds, there were thousands of robots in each ruin. And instead of weak service drones, there were humanoid tanks that could shrug of and entire mag and punch through their armor like it was nothing.

A job that she thought would take a few years now looked like it would take decades. A small part of her even thought that it would never end.

Battalions became companies, companies became platoons, and finally they started sending only squads to the ruins. The job had now become a glorified scavenger hunt with the rare escorting mission here and there.