Shorts Wars: The Clone Chronicles

Chapter 9

Red jet's Pov

Red Jet started his night with an exploding Contraption.

He was trying to make a simple mechanical redbird so he could listen in on radio transmissions- you know- to hunt down lore, as one does. Anyways, he was just about to finish the radio receptor when he suddenly jerked his hand in the wrong way, bumping a peculiarly testy wire and it started going haywire, hopping and screeching as it danced around the table.

He quickly tried to catch the now hissing copper geared bird bonking multiple things off the desk in its rampage, smoke rising off of it. He tried to cup it in his hands but the bird kept advancing his grip, its wings flapped wildly. Redjet kept trying to grab at it, growing more frustrated by the second. Finally he wrapped his hand around the bird.

Pain almost immediately shot up from where his hand gripped the bird. He dropped the bird, clutching his now burned hands, his eyes watering from the pain. The bird clattered onto the table, suddenly bursting into flames. Redjet didn't notice until he looked down at the smoldering fire as it twisted on the oxidized copper table.

"OH FUCK-" He cursed, dashing over to his tool wall to grab a pair of clamps. He quickly sprinted back over to the burning redbird, where he grabbed the bird and threw it into the water bucket next to the clay brick makeshift forge, drowning the flames as a plume of smoke rose up and into his face.

Redjet coughed, dropping the mechanical bird fully into the bucket, waving away the smoke from his face, blinking his eyes. Even though this happened- a lot, he still wasn't used to the smoke. He looked down at the bird, half of its wing and face were melted off, its tail feathers completely gone. He looked down to his hands, now covered in some nasty blisters, underneath these new blisters were scarred, old ones.

He looked around, now completely messed up. Several projects laid on the ground from the rampaging Redbird, copper gears lined the floor. His tool wall hung up, tools scattered everywhere on its metallic frame. Next to the wall, blueprints were drawn on the concrete walls, underneath it was a pile of broken projects that have suffered the same fate as the bird. The makeshift forge in the corner next to him burned with a small fire, the heat warming his back and his workshop.

He Sighed. "Damn it.. That's the 5th time this month.." he muttered, sulking over to the medic kit he had hung up just for instances like this. He glared as he started wrapping His blisters. his mind drifted. Why couldn't he just get this wiring done?! Every goddamn time he tried it ended up in literal flames! He tried time and time again- but it just ended up like this, with him gaining a new set of blisters and a melted ball of copper and wires.

He Just couldn't grasp it! No matter how hard he tried he couldn't do it. Just as he finished bandaging his hand.. His phone rang. "Hello- Oh hey Datchia-" Redjet said before he cut himself off, his eyes going wide and he grew tense.

"Whoa slow down! What do you mean you and Mello found a body?"