As the three murder drones flew high in the sky, following the trail of destruction this mysterious object left, they all give their idea's on what could the object could be
J (Bored): It better be some reinforcements, I know I have been doing my quota, but you two have some serious issues!
V (With gritted teeth): And what exactly are my issues? Care to tell me?
J (annoyed with V's showing of aggression): You take way too long for your kill's! You need to keep a professional feel towards our work! We're not doing this for fun, we're doing this for the company and for our own survival!
V (With a smug look): You're just saying that because a JCJenson employee gave you that branded pen, you pathetic ass kisser.
J (Barely containing her anger): This pen is more useful then you and N, that's for sure.
While V continues to argue with J about how pathetic it is to kiss a companies ass this hard, N doesn't say anything and just focuses on where they all are going, until he finally finds the crash site, and he tells V and J to branch out and explore the wreckage, they listen too him, with a pouting expression of course
N (Curious and hopeful that whatever they find won't just be another rock): Oh? A screen? Embedded in the snow? He uncovers a terminal of unknown age, he attempt's to scan it, but when he try's to nothing show's up in his database and his sensor's tell him immediately to bring it back to the corpse spire and send it to his higher up's. As he think's to himself how weird this machinery is, the terminal's screen light's up and show's him a long-lost message
Terminal (Infatuated due to seeing such primitive, yet at the same time advanced constructs): [Could_you_tell_me_what_type_of_machine_specialist_you_are?]
N (Afraid of the concept of a metal box given sentience): Hmm, sure! But first can I ask you something?
Terminal (annoyed): [Hurry_up.]
N: Can we be friends? I never met such an old computer before!
Terminal (confused and weirded out): [Don't_call_me_old,_also_sure,_but_I_need_you_to_do_me_a_favor,_friend_to_friend_of_course.]
N (Ecstatic due to the fact he made a new friend): I love doing anything!
The terminal flashes a red arrow at a broken part of it's screen, and the arrow point's directly to a helmet of unknown origin, brutally engraved onto the terminal's hardware.
Terminal (Pissed off): [A_certain_cruel_object_inserted_this_damned_helmet_onto_my_screen..._could_you_take_it_out?]
N (Saddened due to the fact that his new friend is so critically hurt): Of course! He grab's the helmet with one hand and tries to pull it out of the terminal without any precise or gentle movements, the helmet stay's in place and start's to dig even deeper into the terminal's frame, causing the terminal to spell out frantically.
Terminal (Annoyed with the creatures failing): [Ugh_keep_on_pulling_like_that_and_i'll_shut_down_permanentely,_Just_tell_me_what_type_of_machine_you-.]
The terminal stop's at you and start's to flash line's of code on it's screen, showing sign's of resistance, through coding saying "anti-virus" "motherboard-lose-control? Y= potential self destruct N= Put counter measures onto damaged parts", until finally, the screen turn's off and the nice humming of music it displayed died instantaneously
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When Oil Runs White
ActionThis is a "When Oil Runs Red" made by Thonker the Throngler retelling made by me, He gave me permission to make this and so without further adoo let me feed you this slop
