Murder Drones - The Bloody Trio (Murder Drones OC's fan fic)

...A Bloody Trio's promise...

A broken world, full of broken bones, broken machines, and broken souls. Once a world of paradise, a land full of lucrative materials, sun, rain, fire and snow. Now, all lay silent, all dissipated into the eternal void of sacred horror and death. Copper-9 heaved its somber wails, emitted its foul toxins from the depths, and excreted from its wounds shadows that tormented and deranged all sentience and sanity.

Beneath the blackened sand of ash, and the delicate frost of snow, a planet resides, its soil dearth of fertility, and its hollowed structures disheveled and rancid. The wind carried a sadness, a mourning unlike any other, a light now snuffed out, a dream without a conclusion. This was Copper-9, and this was the hell scape that it so proudly clothed itself in.

No peace, no love, no mercy, and no retribution. Copper-9 watched silently, eyeing any form of light or hope, deeming it a "perversion" to its status quo. Perversions were not allowed, not when caught by it's vigorous and all consuming gaze.

But something once again disturbed the Planet's fierce scrutiny, something moving through the sky. What took flight had a sense of purpose, gliding through the illuminated clouds whose lights were provided by the planets above, the planets seeming to try and tickle and cloak the sky with their affection and ethereal wonder. Despite the kindness from above, always seeming to try and be a thorn in the Ghost planet's side, the beings in the clouds were not disturbed, as if their paths had already been set, as if their minds were preoccupied with something of greater significance.

A metallic roach of some kind crawled through a rusty, frozen over vehicle. Its small, metallic antennas gently teasing its surroundings as it scurried along like a rat caught in the candle's light. After nibbling on some crusty, icy wires within the vehicle, it sped along the side of the car, leaping off of it and onto a road, trying to dart to the other side in search of more materials to consume. Though its journey in the hell hole of Copper-9 was both large and small, like penance being delivered, its life was quickly snuffed out when a shadow fell towards it, a large object crashing onto it and obliterating any signs of the metallic pest ever existing.

The crash sent out a loud roar that echoed amongst the nearby neighborhood buildings, its cries wailing and dissipating into the wind. Snow and debris swirled around the initiator of the disturbance, all of it seeming to tease and relish in what had brought it the sudden movement from the planet's surface. The snow whooshed and the debris flung about, but just as quick as it had occurred, so too did it settle. Snow tucked back into their spots on the soil and concrete, and the debris rudely settled about without excuse or decency.

A large being of black and white stood amongst it all, its stature as stiff as a golem, but its expression that of weariness and gloom. What stood on the road was none other than B, and within his grasp, he gingerly held C. The scene itself was perplexing, the silence of it all ensuring that there was no joy or a drive to kill in this moment. Like a precious jewel, he held onto C, her body curled up in his arms like a sleeping bride, and her visor as black as the depths of the soil below.

B held out his sizable wings still, almost as if he was caught in a daze, a momentary lull of thought or spirit. His overall stature, height, size, wings and all, casted a large shadow before him, it seeming to try and engulf as much as it could. B's gaze was soft, yet focused, and the only thing that seemed to slightly snap him out of it was something from above. He barely glanced up, his eyes settling on said something that emitted a delicate whir before it too landed before him. B gazed into the shadow he was casting, and after a few more moments of somber silence, he slowly retracted his wings, the light from above finally spilling around him to reveal T looking up at him.

The two had their eyes locked onto one another, no words spoken, just micro shifts in their actions and expressions; T's eyes would eventually land on C's limp body. It would be easy to assume the worst when looking at their leader, for at this moment, she looked like nothing more than a dead, abandoned corpse of a worker drone; luckily for the trio though, past the darkness of her visor and the frost accumulating on her body, her biomechanical heart still held on, still managing to push itself to pump the artificial fluids of life within her.