Meet The Team!

120 1 4
                                    

The night was quiet and young, the planet permanently orbiting Copper-9 shining its ghostly glow upon the snow and seemingly making it glint in its brilliance as the celestial body continued its eternal melancholic dance with the exoplanet. One wouldn't have even thought about the multiple untold massacres that occurred on this very ground at first glance, nor have even fathom the idea that the small drop pod, still emitting a thin stream of smoke from its vents, had been the steed carrying an entire squad of machines capable of destroying an entire small civilisation overnight.

The craft, built specifically for intergalactic travel at speeds beyond anything the 21st century could even hope to offer, was not accompanied by a massive pile of corpses unlike the unit which carried our dear murder friends. Instead, it simply sat in a small, snowy clearing, alone and untouched, no sign of its former occupants.

That was, until something hit the ground a few meters away from the drop pod.

The resulting cloud of kicked up snow swirled around where the object had made contact with the ground, until a pair of metal wings flexed and parted the mist like a riot being quelled. In its place stood a disassembly drone, female in nature, brushing her hands over her suit to wipe off at least some of the specks of snow. Her optics glanced around, noticing that she was the only one around, and her voicebox let out a loud groan of irritation. Her temper, already short naturally, was being atrophied by how slow everyone was. Nevermind that she had literally just arrived at the location her.. leader.. I guess had stated, but she was prone to being irrationally angry. Like, ALL the time.

The drone, who went by the name of Serial Designation A, looked relatively normal compared to some of her brethren. She wore a pitch black business suit with a collar trimmed with gold that tapered out into a long skirt around the legs. Her hair was long and flowed back behind her head, dyed a deep purple color that was almost black and put Uzi's shade to shame. The dye was done far better than K's, as no sign of her natural silver hair could be discerned amongst the darkness of her hair.

A let out a huff as she waited around, tapping a foot into the snow in a constant pattern to pass the time. After around 30 seconds, a loud groan of annoyance crawled its way out of A's vocal systems, tail lashing out as fast as a snake lunging towards prey while her fists clenched, the plastic of her knuckles threatening to split under the strain of her anger.

"Robo-god! Where the hell are the rest of those idiots!? It's been 20 minutes! (Actually it's been 2) I swear if they keep me waiting here any longer, I'm going to-" A wasn't able to finish her frustrated mutterings before another thud tore through the air, this time originating from behind her.

With a turn of her head, A watched as the mist slowly parted around where the object had made contact. Despite her expecting to see the imposing visage of a disassembly drone, ready to work, A's optics did not detect any sign of one at first. Had it actually been some kind of meteorite or perhaps even a piece of fallen debris?

An answer to her internal questions was given as the kicked up snow finally dispersed, revealing the back end of a female disassembly drone, her front wedged into the blanket of frozen water beneath her like an anchor that had been slammed into an ocean floor of white blankets that muffled the death both above and below.

"Are you fucking for real?" A asked to herself, disappointment seemingly dripping from her voice as she gazed upon her.. coworker. The term was used lightly when it came to A, she really didn't like anyone, only sticking with them because that was what came naturally to murder drones. And that she would be outnumbered and/or alone should she be threatened by another squad, or worse. A voice was calling out from where the drone's head would be, muffled by frigid palms of ice as the back end of the robot began to move, her two free arms pushing at the snow to try and free herself. A meanwhile didn't help out, instead watching the other bot with a hand on her hip and a nasty sneer on her face.

The Fury Of A Wholesome Killer Boy 2: Turf WarsWhere stories live. Discover now