Golden Eyes (Murder Drones)

Ultra killing + (PLUS!!!)

I come to find myself sitting in a rather  quaint place culturally themed around Japanese ramen shot in the left leg of this place, I sit, at this bar of sorts, that sells Ramen. Not "Ramen" it's "Ramen"

So, while he's stuck in his own mind, I believe it's time to finally become a regular murder drone, starting with this weirdly placed snack bar.

And that's exactly when he showed up.

Morkovo's friend bursts over the door suddenly, in a forever slide before halting in front of me. His movement was weird to say the least... He is constantly moving, and not only that it rebounds off the wall effortlessly.

He pulls out the pistol, aiming at my torso.

"Your not creative aren't ya?" I would say in a brash voice.

"Screw you... Infected one."

He utters, suddenly holding down the trigger. the wave of bullets came at me almost instantaneously. I jump out of my seat and fling myself out of the way from the view of the bullet sprays.

I counted attack with a simple blade, dashing towards him.  He shifts to his left and then slides away from me into another room.

I follow along, scanning the area to realise it is some sort of empty elevator shaft. I step in and began to feel the sensation of levitation. I look back at the doorway I came back from and realise that I was being picked up.

This. Is. A warehouse.

This place is a giant warehouse, I remember this part now. I remember this now...

G

ene's flashback #1

That sure was some party, magnets, oil babies, all the things that make me feel alive!

Well I better get back to my dorm, curfew bouta begin. Curfew scares the scrap out of me.

Gene's flashback #2

Jeez, feel a bit sick... Maybe I've taken too much magnets? Na, no amount of magnets alcan effect me.

Well... Better continue with my job. Stackin' Tetris... Hehe... Stackin' Tetris...
Know what? Imma ask my supervisor off work. Yeah, this sickness is not a good feeling for me.

Gene's flashback #3

Spewing up oil... Scraps crazy I tell me. You know veritgo but this ain't it. I think... I think imma bouta die...

You poor little kid.

The hell was tha-

None of your business...
None ya business...

Back to the present.

Gene works here, I think I am able to use his memories to work this out...

Where to go... Where to go...
Room ES3 Transport from B6-7 to H7-2.
ES3 will connect to SH1 on north, DR5 on east, SR3 on west and CR7 on west. Forgot how complicated this is without Excel...

Let me see... Gene Tyler, age 21, Magent addict, coordinate master of the left leg... Family unknown... Good friends with the queen... Oh nice I can be able to get some info of the queen, one of the charms for being a fresh takeover.

Well that's it for today folks, because I'm heading to China for a month. But to clear up a few things...

U is a murder drone. He still has memories from his past victims. He also inherits some traits of his victims (stuff like accent, tone, addictions)

So all murder drones (except for J) in this Fanfiction talk like if they have multiple personalities.

Another thing, the Quan is a rouge UNI soldier. The idea of UNI is a giant group of rebels that liberate mining planets like Cooper 9.

Quoroa suffurs from PTSD (big surprise)
He is a walking amalgamation of pain and suffering. He is literally, held up by Quan's control.

And that should be all. If you want me to spoil more about the plot of this fanfic, ask me in the comments.