Cold winds wrapped their ghostly fingers around the corpse spire, the many metal heads and other such parts resisting the grasp. Involuntarily granting warmth and shelter from the wind to the three drones that resided inside it. Almost all of them, despite their current abode being made out of the robotic dead that were once their kind. Were sleeping. Their systems flushing out any damages from the actions of yesterday.
N stayed at his usual perch, hanging down from part of the spire by his tail with his metal wings wrapped around him as the drone slept peacefully. Liking the space he now had as someone no longer tried to sleep next to him, although. N should of been concerned at this before he co-signed himself to slumber but his head hurt a little from J's attempted lobotomy. The drone yearning for proper and consensual sleep, without the threat of randomly forgetting everything.
J lounged on the cold floor of the pod, body splayed out in a star shape. Being a prisoner afforded her little sympathy from the drones responsible for the squad leaders new position, and thus. Serial Designation J lost her chair privileges, at least she still had her hat. Even if she knew it wasn't hers, never had been.
Lastly, Doll. The bilingual worker drone having agreed to her own banishing from the metal walls she had inadvertently helped stain with oil. It was worth it, in a roundabout way. She deserved to be out here with the killers, keeping an eye on them. Mostly J... But Doll swore she had forgotten something. That being the reason she now sat in the pod's chair and waited for the program she had been running for the last twenty minutes to finish up.
{File recovery - 86%}
{Estimated time before finish - 49 hours}
Doll knew that the estimation was wrong, the program only supposed to take half an hour to fully complete its task. Said task being a simple revitalisation of her memory files, some of which had been scrambled by her now prisoner's EMP from the night before. Well, Doll assumed that had been the case.
J's neck chain rattled slightly as the murder drone shifted herself on the floor underneath the ship's console, waking up groggily. J was, never someone who preferred mornings and her mood only further soured once she remembered what had happened.
"Oh, good morning." Doll greeted the drone with a voice that barely hid sarcasm as the red eyed drone minimized the file recovery tab from her visor and cleared her vision. J instantly picked up on the other drone's tone and scowled, yellow eyes glowing slightly in the dull white lit room.
"Hmmph! Why haven't you scampered back to your little refugee warren yet?" J snapped back, sitting cross legged and defiantly staring away from her captor and towards the wall opposite.
Doll simply ignored her, instead taking a feigned interest in J's hobby. The russian girl having gotten off the chair a minute ago and was now leaning on the rack that held all of J's collectables.
"J, what's with all these... helmets?"
J whirled back around as soon as the worker drone had mentioned the prized collection rack, Doll taking note of a particular helmet. J staring daggers at her captor as Doll briefly scrutinized the white but oil stained helmet. The daggers intensifying as Doll began picking through the other assortment of coloured helmets. The rack had three layers, each layer supporting four helmets of various colour. The bottom layer also having a filing cabinet that competed for space on the level that hung only a few inches off of the floor.
"Those are from my kills..." J answered, barely resisting the urge to puff out her chest with a pride that only encompassed herself and the items in question. In reality, the pod would of been filled like a ball pit if J had taken every helmet she encountered on her hunts instead of just the most interesting or memorable events.
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Soft Reboot (Murder Drones Soft Reboot. Part 1)
Fanfiction- When Doll leaves the colony to deal with its pesky murder drone problem once and for all, obviously. Very obviously this is a fanfic site for gods sake. She ends up forming a connection to one particular drone, as well as realizing that it seems t...
