We take a moment to put ourselves in the shoes of Quoroa.
Quoroa's POV
Landed
Analyse
The ground is wet. My body is dripping oil. I let myself get soft again. Must stay focused.
The area is dark, no one in the area. There's a doorway. I enter the doorway.
There's two drones. Hostile? No. I approach
They look at me funny, they backaway.
I look at them with a stare.
They began pulling out weapons
First drone close to me has a knife
Other has a metal pipe.
I look at surroundings, place is wrecked, garbage... Garbage... Garbage...
I walk towards the first drone. I grasp onto his head and slam him into the other drone into his torso.
The drone flies off to the wall.
The bloodlust... It's growing. I must. Get... some more...
I continue on.
I enter a hallway. I look around. More drones, and they here the commotion.
I still again. Dashing towards one, slamming into another, until they all die like layered cake.
This area seems to be filled with drones. All defects. No normal proper ones. Oil is unclean. Area is dirty.
I continue on.
I enter a room, drones are sitting around, magnets attached and acting like dogs.
I killed them all. Like how I did before, and what I'll do forever on.
There's another door. This place seems to be improvised, walls are wonky, supports are asymmetric.
I continue on.
More of the what I expect. Drones acting like crack heads. I smash them all up again. I seem to be getting somewhere.
I check in myself. My dripping has stopped, my oil has solidified. Temperatures cool. I'm fine.
Morkovo... Ya Bitch...
Not even the target
I continue on.
I scan the room, no one in here. Seems like another boiler. This place is like a maze.
I looked back at the entrance I just came through. Dead end.
The actual muck-
Henry's POV
Nothing like travelling on the road... Next stop to the queen! And maybe get the artifact!
Morkovos POV
I get up in a sweat, looking around, I realise I'm... In an infirmary? I recognise this place... This is the old colonies infirmary. The hell happened?
"Hello? Hello?" A doctor stood next to me, sliding down a switch on a machine and pressing a small button. He helps me up a bit to a sitting position.
"You where under Electro-magnetic treatment for over a year. Your systems were under threat by a virus." He doctor said confidently.
He sounds familiar... But I don't remember who he is. I should know everyone in that colony... That was in my sector.
I look around. "Uh... This is sector B right?" My mind is fussy... But my drive should have old storage.
"Yes. We are in sector B." He said, he then checks another screen. "Well that's one hot mess." He types something in. "Weird, this happened two times today. A drone had a mental breakdown next door." He said in a casual tone. "Poor thing got drafted into battle against... Well stuff happened when you were down." He finishes his typing and presses the enter key.
"Well I'm clocking out, If you need any support Jared is looking out next to you." He said, exiting the infirmary.
I turn my head, Jared sitting next to me on a bean bag chair
"Sup."
"Sup." I said back, he too was all too familiar... "Your Jared?"
He nods "Yep. Has been caring for you for... Maybe 6 months?" He said, reclining on the chair.
I nod back, I look around. Is everything a dream? But everything felt so real. I look at Jared, I look at the machine the doctor was using. Is this reality or not.
A/N: The descent of madness begins here boys...
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