The Resistance, Book 1: Touchdown

Chapter 3: Sol 1-3

/PROTO/

Proto was in a lineup with all the other Resistance Robotoids. Bluejay was preparing them all for the journey to Sol 1-3. "As we all know, there is a high chance of being captured, or worse, killed on sight. So, I have a proposition... We hide, and try to warn small, manageable groups of Humans, or whatever's left of them." Proto gave Blue a thumbs up. Blue then looked at all the Robotoid team. "Everyone ready?". Proto nodded, followed by the other Robotoids. Blue nodded to Nomed. "Your lead, Nomed." Nomed nodded, and entered the ship, followed by Blue, Legna, Proto, and, finally, Hydrola.

Soon enough, the Resistance Robotoids were in space. Sol 1 was 41.8 lightyears away, but they could make it there in a few seconds. All thanks to the fact that Robotoid ships use a special type of fluid called Praepo Fluid to Spacewarp. Soon enough, they have gotten to Sol 1-3. It was a place that didn't seem very suitable for Life, due to how much UV light Sol 1 was emitting.

/BLUEJAY/

 Blue stared at the orb in space. "Wow... So, it is true that all good things come to an end..." she muttered to herself. The ship eventually touched down. It was an absolute salt desert... Complete with oases. Blue decided to approach an oasis and measure its salinity. 375 grams per liter. She then realized that the salt she was standing on was a calm green. Weird... How can life be here? Blue decided to do an area scan to find out where the hell all life is. Proto walked up behind her. "Little disappointed, I see, Bluejay." Blue was surprised and nearly fell into the oasis. "Proto! Gallini! Please don't sneak up on me like that! I nearly got my systems fried or covered in salt crystals!" Proto looked at Blue. "Sorry. I forgot we are still somewhat robotic." Blue got up and stepped away from the oasis. She then continued to scan around for clues of the lifeform that had apparently been hiding away from the Robotoid's prying eyes for 750 million years. After 5 minutes of scanning, she found footprints. They went north. Blue gestured to the group to follow her.

After about 4 hours of walking, they saw a bunch of bipedal mammalians. They were wearing suits to protect them from the heavy UV radiation that was falling down upon the surface. They were talking in a language that most Robotoids couldn't understand. However, due to extended acclimation to these guys, Blue had a rough idea of what they were saying. She gestured to the other Robotoids to wait at the ship. "Me and Proto will follow them," she said.

/PROTO/

Proto and Blue had been following the bipedal mammalians for days now. One day, they looked in their direction. Luckily, Blue had predicted them turning, and she pulled her and Proto to a hiding spot. Proto looked at Blue. "What are they saying?" Bluejay seemed anxious. "They are catching on. One of them said that they feel like they're being followed." The two waited until the bipedal mammalians had continued on their way, and then the two continued following them. Soon enough, they were led to a dome. The dome seemed to be a safeguard from all the UV light and radiation from the sun. It even had artificial lakes and rivers. An emerald paradise in a soft green world... how bittersweet. Proto didn't have long to admire it, however, as then, the group of mammalian bipedals suddenly surrounded them. One of them pressed a button. "Look at that. Sending scouts again, eh, Titanium Tyrant?" Proto freaked out. "Whoa there, not all of us are Hiveminded." The bipedal mammalians looked at each other. The one who had accused them looked back at Proto. "As if we'd believe-" Just before he could finish that sentence, one of the other mammalian bipedals cut in. "Actually, I think you should. Look at their eyes. They aren't that freaky red they usually are." Blue and Proto still had their hands up, waiting for their potential captors to either unhand them or drag them into prison.

After what seemed to be forever, the bipedal mammalians lowered their weapons. "We will let you live on one condition; Tell us the name of the Titanium Tyrant." the leader said. Bluejay and Proto smirked. "Gladly," Proto responded. "The Titanium Tyrant's name is Grapplemind." All of the bipedal mammalians seemed excited that they now had a piece of the puzzle to learn the true intentions of Grapplemind. "So... are we free now?" Proto asked, hinting that they should put away their weapons. The bipedal mammalians realized this and put their weapons away. The Leader nodded in apology. "Sorry." Proto smiled. "it's fine! Anyways... We're here to warn you guys about something... Grapplemind might be after you guys soon. You might wanna prepare in case the Robotoids under the Hivemind try to hunt you guys down until every single dome has been destroyed or sieged." she explained with a serious look on her face. "We have only one request; Enter the dome to warn everyone there" she added.

/BLUEJAY/

Bluejay and Proto have gained access to the dome. It turned out, the bipedal mammalians were known as Platii. Believe it or not, they are genetically modified to live on this dead planet. Anyways, back to their mission. Blue stood in a town square, where a bunch of Platii were. They all avoided her and Proto, since, well, they were Robotoids. The lead Platii that was with them was trying to get everyone's attention, as the announcement that was about to come out of Bluejay was a pivotal point between their survival and extinction. After what seemed like hours, a good group of Platii were grouped around her and Proto.

Blue cleared her throat. "We have a message for you all. Grapplemind, or as you guys call them, the Titanium Tyrant, likely has their eyes on exterminating you. Prepare for any potential fights against them, or die as a part of Grapplemind's plan for Robotoid dominance over the universe." the Platii looked at Bluejay suspiciously. The leader then said; "If these two were under Grapplemind's command, they wouldn't be warning us. Keep in mind that just because their leader is forcing them to do evil, doesn't mean they're inherently evil." Blue continued to hold her breath. After what seemed like forever, the Platii started to murmur. Soon enough, they started nodding. It seemed they started to understand that Blue was truthful, as they then spoke in their native language. The tone seemed to be understanding.

After what seemed to be forever, Blue and Proto were allowed to leave. Blue and Proto knew that, if they dawdled to the ship, they'd surely get caught in the crossfire between the Platii and the Hiveminded Robotoids. Within 4 Sol 1-3 hours, they reach the ship, where Nomed, Legna, and Hydrola are waiting. Blue gave a thumbs up. "Rocky Road, but we managed to spread the damn message," Blue said. "Let's get outta here before the troops of Grapplemind's army start to come over to plunder the domes of Sol 1-3. Nomed, Time to get home!"

/PROTO/

Proto was just sitting in the back of the ship, tinkering with what seemed to be a weapon. Although she was trying hard to, she couldn't stop thinking about the encounter with the Platii. They were tall and seemed to be specifically made for battle, and yet they seemed extremely rational when Blue was warning them of the Grapplemind threat. Speaking of Blue... Proto also cannot stop thinking about her. Proto thought Blue was just extremely socially awkward, but this encounter with the Platii really showed her diplomatic and charismatic side. Quite a good friend... although she has feelings towards Blue she cannot quite put her finger on it.

Proto sighed and finished tinkering with the weapon. It seemed to be a plasma axe. She then just attached it to her back, making sure no one saw that she was now armed with a weapon. In a Robotoid society, not using the weapons you were born/built with was a sign of low self-esteem. Proto then looked around, wanting to see what everyone was doing. Legna was healing Hydrola, who seemed to have been injured. Bluejay was helping out Nomed with the coordinates in which to travel. Proto sighed and just fell asleep standing up. She was too tired at this point to think.