"Get me Y/N, our serial designations have gone rogue" you hear, muffled through the wall. Rogue! Yes, this is a great time to prove myself! You walk to the office and knock politely, before entering the room. "You called?" You ask. "Yes, good, um, we need you in copper-9 to deal with some rogues" he barely finishes his sentence when you answer with. "Yessir! Consider it done" you salute him and walk out. "Kill the one called Uzi" he mentions. You nod, and go through the process of safety checks, and all that. You enter the ship, and put copper-9 onto the nav system. You turn the engine on and it shudders to life. It accelerates with precision and efficiency. Before you know it, you are in copper-9's atmosphere. For some reason, the ship doesn't slow. The nav system was recorded a few years ago, and Copper-9 has drifted significantly because of some meteor or something. The cockpit starts to heat up and you get flung to the back. You open the airlock and you are sucked out. You see the shuttle explode on impact. Too bad you don't have a parachute. . . Wait what! You slam into the dusty ground of Copper-9. What a warm welcome, you think to yourself.
You cough, and slowly get up, just to stumble and fall. You end up getting to your feet, and tumbling down a sand dune, you find your space shuttle. It's obliterated, burning, and melting. The sand around the shuttle starts to turn into a beautiful glass, clear as day. A moment of beauty, in such a dire situation. How poetic. You limp over to the shuttle, glass crunching under your feet, and you rip a few parts from your "technologically advanced" ship. You apply them to yourself. You take the nav system out as well. Undamaged. I could make some money for this. You make a note to find a store when you can. You go to open your wings, when you notice they're jammed shut by some shrapnel that caught you on the way out. You prepare yourself and rip it out. Your yellow screen flashes for a second, and some code appears. (Can't code ngl, otherwise I'd make gaems) I flick my eyes past it, and check my personal location. Nevermind, then. You see the walls of the city? Is it a city? Whatever. You deploy your wings, and fly above the mine. You drop down onto a building, your oil burning faster and faster by the minute. Fuck. Things aren't looking good for you. You notice a lonesome robot, looking way too lost to live here. You drop down and rip a chunk out of it's shoulder. You use your needle tail and drag it through its ribs. You let go and the robot hangs off your tail. You stock up on oil, and fill up a few containers of it. Good stuff. You felt more at ease. (Suddenly you were filled with DETERMINATION) Shit. I could get myself high on this. You continue to walk, dumping the robot in a dumpster. You fly above and see a familiar yellow. Serial designation N, that bastard. You do some recon and find J and V. You jump and land on V. You drive your hand into her visor, cracking it, before getting up speedily. V gets up, slowly. An emo girl, presumably Uzi, walks out, blasting the railgun she has on her. It grazes your wing, and you wince. You jump at her, and she dodges. You notice something. Her eyes. Is she. . .? You back off slightly, then remember your goal. Your incredibly fast reflexes lets you grab J's arm as she goes to punch you. You then use her as a human shield for V's arm cannon. You knee J in the torso, and she stumbles. You take the chance and spin across her back, pulling up her arms at the same time. As you dismount you kick at N, and he is sent flying. You snap J's arms from the pressure, but somehow fail to notice something. . . . (688 words!)
