Now, some might think that Tim was spared such a gruesome fate. Wrong, as the worker drone had been subjected to his own end a minute or so before Frank died. Albeit at the hands of something more reasonable. The killer now chowing down on what it had managed to catch with her ever so useful grappling claw as well as occasionally pausing to check the surroundings.
The dark concrete halls were still as empty as when Rebecca had crawled down here yesterday. The maze having led her around more then she would like to say, and the lack of any contact with the rest of her squad was somewhat starting to get to the blue haired girl. Even if she would never admit something as simple as some hallways had stalled her rampage through this nest of worker drones.
A clang briefly tore at the air, sounding sad and rejected as nothing answered its call for companionship. She paid it no heed, instead focusing on her task of tearing open Tim's head and consuming the insides. A mix of feral glee, boredom and a smidge of confused regret radiating out from the murder drone as she bit and tore at the metal, shining oil sludging from the corpse and her mouth as the blue and purple lighted drone hunkered over her victim on her hands and knees.
A minute later, Rebecca had removed Tim's lifeless head and was now began drinking the rest of it's oil hungrily. Despite being practically full, waste not want not and to her this oil was delicious. N always said it was warm and sweet and Rebecca agreed with him fervently.
Some dulled noise echoed down from the warehouse, quiet enough to not warrant immediate worry but still unnerving none the less.
Suddenly, foul yellow light clawed its hands into the hallway where Rebecca was. It was warm in a way that somehow felt both familiar and perverted to the disassembler as it defiled the walls, but she couldn't recall exactly where she had seen it before. Or she didn't want to at least. The light wasn't bright but was still noticeable, and noticed it was as Rebecca lifted her head. Giving the brief flash a confused look before it faded.
With her interest piqued, she stood up. Wobbling very slightly before straightening up and wiping the back of her arm across her mouth, smearing it with Tim's oil. Rebecca looked around the corner and slowly creeped up the small staircase that linked the lowest level of the colony with the ground floor, her breath still as she did so.
What she saw was something enough to make her stop in her tracks, silently watching as something... grew inside one of the shipping containers across from her. The light within it fading to black and letting the moonlight that shone down from the damaged ceiling take centre stage once again.
Rebecca now had a severe desire to leave here, so she did exactly that. Bolting for the centre of the room and taking off with her powerful metal wings as well as sending out a small shockwave across the concrete floor.
She was just about free when something grabbed her leg briefly before whatever it was tore in two and fell back into the wearhouse.
A now very panicked Rebecca spiralled into the sky above the colony, somewhat elegantly as well which managed to surprise even her before the girl immediately set her sights on the not so distant corpse spire. It's surface reflecting glints of borrowed moonlight around the cold ruins below it while the structures of the city were illuminated by the twin moons of Copper 9 that sat far above in the sky. The sparse blanketing of clouds slightly blocking the faded white light as Rebecca began to fly back to the spire, a feeling of happiness diluted by disgust at whatever she had felt grab her.
Why did it feel so familiar? She would have to think on it, and preferably maybe shoot it too.
Meanwhile, far below her Doll and N had just arrived at the three blast doors that bared the way into the colony. The pair having done their own travels, N having to carry the girl from the spire to where they were now as to not waste their time running. Once N had set Doll down and landed himself as well, Doll dusted herself down and retrieved the stolen key card from her pocket. Spinning it on her finger briefly before dropping it and catching the card with her other hand, turning back to see if N had saw her fumble the trick.
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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...
