"...Not much of a talker, huh?" the spiky-haired Disassembly Drone remarked with a slight head tilt as he regarded the growling Worker at his feet. "That's fine. If it's any consolation, you guys gave me the best fight I've had since we landed. So when I eat you, it'll be with respect."
Uzi fought the urge to roll her eyes and continued to glare defiantly at her soon-to-be killer.
'Hell of a way to find out you're NOT the main character,' Uzi thought, seeing absolutely no way out of her current predicament barring a last-second save from N. 'Oh, N...'
Now that she was thinking clearly, she knew that N would get back up. He would get up and try to come to the rescue, only to find this MD, whoever the hell he was, picking his teeth with what was left of her. She would be avenged, of course, but all she could think about was how N would feel afterward.
'I'm sorry,' she maintained her defiant snarl, but couldn't keep the tears from displaying on her screen. 'This is my fault. After all my talk about "fight smart", I'm gonna die because I lost my shit when it mattered.'
N would bounce back, surely. He would make new friends, have new adventures and finally break free of his past. But she knew he would be devastated for a time, and as much as she hated herself for it, that little fact brought her a twisted sense of happiness. Someone would care. Someone would remember her.
Her hands clenched into fists, her body finally showing signs of life, but it was too late. The Murder Drone was already reaching for her, that signature "X" glowing bright on his screen, and all she could do was hope he had the decency to kill her before he started chowing down.
That X disappeared as the left side of his screen suddenly developed a rather large hole.
"Get away from her, you bitch!" Cali screamed as she fired off another round from her DMR, striking the MD in the cheek while it was still reeling from the first shot.
"Who're you calling a bitch, bitch?!" the MD growled as he dodged the next couple shots.
"If it looks like bitch," *BANG* "talks like a bitch," *BANG* "and acts like a bitch," *BANG* "THEN GUESS WHAT?!"
The MD brought out his 10mm SMG to return fire, but before he could get off a single round four more Workers rounded the corner. Each one was armed and they were led by an abnormally tall one with a rather large shotgun and a grenade launcher. "Ah shit, here we go again!" he yelped before deploying his wings as a shield.
"Yeah, that's right; turtle up, BITCH!" Cali cackled as she reloaded a magazine full of the spicy stuff she got from the armory.
"Short, controlled bursts!" Erik barked, holding his fire for the moment just in case the MD decided to rush them. "Stagger your fire so you don't have to reload all at once! Aim for the lights on its head! Group two, ready up!"
This was mostly for the O-Four crew, as Erik's people knew exactly what to do. This was what they had trained for and now it was time to find out if they could actually fight off a real Murder Drone attack.
Serial Designation E grit his teeth as he tried to weather the storm, but it was much easier said than done. Apparently this gaggle of toasters had found some AP ammo and his wings were taking a beating.
"Gah! Dammit!" E hissed as one bullet made it through and buried itself in his relatively soft midsection. That one was API.
He needed to find cover, and a quick look behind him revealed two sturdy-looking barricades on either side of the corridor in front of the big door at the end. Kinda weird that the barricades were facing the door, but it was something he could work with.
