The Fury Of A Wholesome Killer Boy 2: Turf Wars

Squad PKB: Act 1

Soaring amongst the towering buildings and monolithic skyscrapers like birds through a tree, an entire squad of disassembly drones traveled through the air, flying in a relatively uniform fashion in order to keep their unusual cargo safe. One female drone rocking pigtails and a business suit carried a spacesuit-clad human on her shoulders, while their male leader with a cap placed firmly on his head hauled a purple eyed worker drone with him. Their remaining member was free of any non-flying beings, allowed to move without a weight on her shoulders.

Snow blew past N's face in a persistent hale of white, his optics staring off into the vast cloud of mist that seemed to permeate the air, only allowing for the faint outlines of decrepit buildings to be glimpsed amongst the haze. However, his wings beat in a steady rhythm that resisted the punching wind, and his hands were securely wrapped around Uzi's legs, the worker drone herself having her arms around his neck, providing him with warmth. V was moving in time with his flying, as was their newest addition to their squad, J. It was alien if you knew the context, seeing a group of people that should be tearing each other apart flying together with seemingly no qualms. It was actually quite peaceful, all things considered, just a bit of quiet.

Well, except for Tessa.

"WOOOOOO!" The Australian space girl threw her arms into the air like a kid on a rollercoaster, "YEAH BABY! THIS IS THE LIFE! Oh, how I missed this! All of us are back together again after so long! Isn't it amazing!?" At least she was having fun, the enthusiasm about having the three little drones she held closest to her heart back and flying together seemingly dripping from her words. However, some were getting annoyed by her constant yelling.

"You have been talking for the past 10 minutes non-stop. Please shut up," Uzi spat as she removed her head from its position smushed in N's furry collar to shoot a small glare in the human's direction, Tessa trying to splay her arms out in disbelief as best she could in response without being blown off of J's shoulders.

"Oh come on little worker! Brighten up!" Paradoxically, Tessa's encouragement for happiness only seemed to piss the worker off further.

"I'M NOT SHORT!!!!" Uzi shrieked at the top of her lungs, voice echoing in a ghostly manner through the shattered glass and torn open holes of the devastated buildings that constituted the ghost city around them.

"You say that, but you're literally the shortest one here," V spat facts into the conversation, but Uzi still refuted it.

"BITE ME! I-I wasn't asking you!" Uzi shot a nasty snarl at V, who only responded with a deceptively innocent little smile, still wide enough for the light to glint off her fangs in a thinly veiled threat against the structural integrity of Uzi's casing.

"Okay enough! My ears are stinging!" J suddenly shouted out. It wasn't her fault that she carried the loudest and most cheerful astronaut in the entire known universe on her shoulders, one who at times could seemingly not ever shut up. While J admittedly found this endearing at times, when you combined this tendency to talk with some of the most argumentative drone women on Copper-9 with tempers as short as a baby's pinkie, it made for some agonizingly loud verbal confrontations.

"Well, so is my thigh, but it is what it is," V muttered, her sentence not going unnoticed by J who raised up an annoyed digital eyebrow.

"What's that supposed to mean?" J asked back, triggering V somewhat.

"Oh, my thigh still stings. You know, the one YOU stabbed with your acid!" V's sudden increase in decibels brought pause to J, who didn't quite know how to respond. She still remembered taking joy in V's wallows of pain when she had her pinned against the wall, slamming a stinger filled with potent yellow fingers of synthetic poison into her soft metallic flesh and dissolving her at molecular level. J didn't know if she felt guilt for that one. On one hand, she held V in much higher regard than both the synergistic liability and purple runt combined, but on the other, her betrayal still brought anger into her core. However, she couldn't help but feel as if N's optics were looking at her, probably in an accusatory fashion. After all, that was the last thing she did before N attacked and nearly put her ass on a T-shirt.