Drones of Dune - A Murder Drones X Dune crossover

You Young Pup!

On the rocky and sandy terrains of this part of Arrakis, a ship, looking like a hot air balloon, was carrying a spice harvester. The fremen previously destroyed other spice harvesters, thanks to Paul being a Mentat. Basically, Mentats are like human computers, able to process large amounts of data, and predict some stuff about to happen. In the inside of the spice harvester, lies a pilot, and another person with him, calmly singing and playing a guitar. The chord was lively, didn't have any space between the beats.
The stillsuit is full of piss.
My hand is caked in sand.
Save me from these mutter morons. another world, another land.
As he continue to sing his tune, the sun creeped onto the armour on his body, leaving his face barely glowing in the dark.
"We're in," says the driver, flicking a button on. He moved his body to another switch, flicking it on, like last time. The man with the guitar gets up, asking, "juicy?"
"Juicy, juicy," answers the pilot. The man grabs a helmet, aims it over his head, and lowers it down, successfully putting it on his head.
"Well, it was nice knowing ya," says the pilot, his back still turned away from him. He looks up at the hatch, and climbs up a ladder, replying, "oh yeah?"
"Radar's clear. We're clear."
The hatch automatically opens, and outcomes the man, lowering his visor, "it's cooking time," says the man, looking on at the blasted deserts of Arrakis.

the man steps off the platform, levitating like if gravity doesn't effect. He moves down, and, with him, the spice harvester.
As soon as he's inches off the ground, he reaches for something, and, with the flick of a button, his feet hit the ground, barely making any sound. He looks down, and bows down to his knees, shoving his hand into the sand as the spice harvester hits the ground.
"Juicy, juicy," says the man, letting the sand mixed with Melange run down his hand. He turns his head around, to see some more Sardaukar soldiers, also hitting the ground, "yeah, I got a meter reading--" before one of them cancfinish their sentence, another soldier shouts out, commanding, "all right, guys, worms are on their way!"
"Watch out for abrasion."
"Get ready to dock."
"It's gonna get hot when we get started."
"All right, move it!"
As they command each other, the spice harvester powers up, with a low sound, continously getting louder by the second.
"Crank em up!"
"Start em up!"
"Yeah, I'm moving, I'm moving."
The ship's claws that were holding the spice harvester immediately let's go of it, it's claws moving up to the ship. The man places a foot infront of him, cautious of what will the desert have in store. He places another foot, this time his right one.
It continues on like that as the spice harvester does it job, slowly following the man infront of it. The soldiers go with it, as it's fingers hit the sand. The man looks around, his face stern. He then sees something move in the sand infront, holding up his left hand, shouting, "hold!" The soldiers get alerted, with one lowering his lasgun, and the spice harvester powers down. The man looks at it move for a few seconds, before it suddenly moves out of it's hiding, and it flies towards the spice harvester.
"Mine! Mine!"
"Get moving!"
The man dodges the board, narrowly getting hit by it. The board continues on its path towards the spice harvester's tracks. It successfully latches onto it, further alerting the soldiers, "come on!" Shouts one soldier. They run away from the tracks, leaving it to explode right there on the tracks. The man looks away, his hand on his helmet, reaching for his Lasgun.
"East! East!" Shouts the pilot.
"Get clear!" Shouts one soldier over the intercoms, spotting another quickly moving towards the spice harvester. The man aims his lasgun at the board, and, with a lucky shot, hits the board, exploding. Unfortunately, however, another boards latches onto another part of thr tracks  exploding aswell. The man looks to his left, shouting, "let's get outta here!"
"Incoming!" Shouts the pilot over the intercoms. But it's too late, the cockpit explodes, killing the pilot, and implying that a board latched onto it.
"Don't run! Fight!" Commands the man, looking over to see a pair of Fremen with a rocket launcher shoot at the spice harvester. He aims his lasgun at them, but they were too quick, even for his standards, as they ducked down. He shoots a couple of bolts at them, one soldier speaking over the coms, "we're in deep Fremen shit."
He looks up to see that the ship is in flames, saying to himself, "holy mother." Nonetheless, he walks on, reaching for his blade that is resting on his waist, the ship flying off behind him.
"Go, go, go, now!"
"Fuck, fuck!" Exclaims some soldiers, leaving the man to look his left, seeing the ship hurdling down. He looks straight back, still walking, and looks back to his left, watching it crash to the ground in a ball of flames.
"We gotta run!"
"What the heck, let's go!
As the man continues to walk, the sand moves up, revealing men in Stillsuits, and some wearing rags over their heads. The man grips the blade with both of his hands, prepared to fight. A Fremen pops up near him, and moves his leg through his, tripping him to the ground. He aims the knife to his neck, his blue-within-blue eyes meeting his. However, he doesn't stab him, instead, not going in.
"I recognised your footsteps, old man" says the Fremen, his voice ragged. He's gets off of him, and offers the man a hand, as other Fremen warriors run past them.

The man pulls his hand, touching the Fremen's hand as he gets up from the ground. As he gets back on his feet, he recognises the shape of his face, and walks back from the Fremen. The other Fremen warriors overpower the other Sardaukar soldiers. Tessa and Uziwas in the fray aswell, wrapping her arms around one Sardaukar soldier's neck, putting him in a chokehold. Uzi reaches down to the Crysknife that has been dangling on her waist. She aims it at the soldier's stomach, her eyes replaced with ><, glitching rapidly, as a result from N's headbutt back at Salusa Secundus.
The man blinks at the Fremen, as he raises a hand, and Shouts out something in Fremen to the others. They look back at him, Tessa and Uzi included. The man slowly takes off his helmet, revealing his face; he looked old, with dry, greasy hair dangling to hid neck, and a beard that surrounds his mouth. The Fremen joins in aswell, pulling the rag that has been covering the mouth-piece. He the pulls off mouth-piece aswell, letting it dangle at the side of his face.
"You young pup." Says the man in a mixture of emotion - shock, excitement, and even some sadness.
"You young pup!" Repeats the man, this time louder, the two then gets closer for a hug, breathing heavily.
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The Fremen soldiers just came back from the hijacking of the last spice harvester, coming back with new allies.
"Soo... who's that guy, Tess?" Asks Uzi, pointing to the old man talking to the Fremen. Sitting on a rock near the outside, presumably talking. Tessa looked at the old man, and then her helmet lying near her, and back to Uzi, explaining to her, "his name is Gurney Halleck. He was a Harkonnen slave in his early days, thus explaining the inkwell scar on his jaw. Now he used to work as an Atreides General, kinda like me." She places a hand on her chest as she finishes her sentence. Uzi just looks to Tessa with a hardened glance, "Huh, thought you were the only one here."
"I can't blame you, Uzi. The Harkonnens killed atleast thousands of Atreides soldiers, and forcing some to flee into the desert, like me. I heard that they think that Paul is dead."