Murder Drones: Perfect Organism | Aliens Vs. Murder Drones

Chapter 28

The drop ship's interior was filled with tension, the low hum of the engines providing a constant backdrop to the palpable unease that filled the air. V held N down firmly, her optics filled with desperation and concern as she tried to dissuade him from his reckless plan.

"You can't go back there, N," V pleaded, her voice shaking with emotion. "I can't lose you too. You're all I have left."

N's face hardened, his optics narrowing as he met V's gaze, his own filled with determination and anger as he responded, his voice filled with a raw intensity that left no room for argument. "Then you know exactly how I feel right now."

With a swift movement, N overpowered V, pinning her down as he declared his intent, his voice unwavering as he made his decision clear. "I'm going in."

As N moved towards the exit, Palms hobbled out of the medical bay, his face pale but his determination evident as he wordlessly opened a locker filled with flamethrowers. Without a word, he handed one to N before returning to the medical bay, his actions speaking volumes of the silent understanding he had for the young drone.

Before stepping out, N turned back to V, his optics softening as he spoke, his apology sincere as he acknowledged her feelings. "I'm sorry, V," he said, his voice gentle. "I have to do this."

He then turned to Fischer, his expression serious as he addressed her, his words a solemn reminder of the reality they faced. "If I'm not back in time, you'll have to leave without me."

With those final words, N stepped out of the drop ship, his determination unwavering as he rushed back towards the lab, his mind set on saving Uzi, regardless of the risks involved.

Inside the drop ship, V watched N's retreating form, her core heavy with worry and fear, her thoughts filled with concern for him and the uncertain future that awaited them all.

She wondered if she should go in with him. She figured she shouldn't, that idiot would never learn if she held is hand all the time. That's what she told herself anyway. She also told herself it had nothing to do with her being too afraid again.

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N moved cautiously through the dimly lit corridors of the lab, the eerie silence hanging heavy in the air, broken only by the distant echoes of dripping water and the soft, rhythmic pulsing of the Xenomorph nest. The DNA coursing through his system from his Disassembly Drone instinct programming hummed softly, guiding him towards the heart of the hive with an instinctual precision that sent shivers down his spine.

The walls seemed to close in around him, their metallic surfaces marred by scratches and scars, a testament to the horrors that had unfolded within these walls. The air was thick with the acrid scent of decay and the unmistakable musk of the Xenomorphs, a chilling reminder of the danger that lurked in the shadows.

His flamethrower held tightly in his grasp, N moved forward, his every sense heightened as he navigated the labyrinthine maze of tunnels and chambers, his footsteps echoing softly against the cold, hard floor. The tension was palpable, a tangible presence that weighed heavily on his shoulders as he ventured deeper into the darkness.

The pulsing grew louder, its rhythmic cadence filling the air with a sense of impending doom as N approached the nest, the walls closing in around him as the corridors narrowed and twisted, leading him deeper into the heart of the hive.

The faint glow of almost bioluminescent resin illuminated his path, casting eerie shadows that danced and flickered with every step he took, the haunting light creating a surreal landscape of darkness and despair as he pressed on, his determination unwavering despite the overwhelming sense of dread that enveloped him.