Murder Drones : Born From Ashes REDUX

Breakdown

Nightfall came when the ULU had reached their destination.

Ruger tried to talk to the Corporals about this horrible arrangement. They had the building surrounded, sure, but the perimeter wasn't secured. For all they knew, it was the building that was empty and it was the other buildings surrounding them that were brimming with bomber drones. Ruger brought it to Stacy, though she claimed that it was "pointless to bring up" which appalled him. This was a matter of life and death, one wrong move and they'd all die.

He was ordered by the corporal of his division to hold the position with Uzi. They were a support team, two rifle men with one rocket launcher. If he was a director he'd have each rocket squad line the perimeter. His heart beat faster wondering why Uzi was with him on the frontlines to begin with, if anyone in their little army fired off a rocket out of sheer panic it would mean the death of all of them, better yet, why not just explode the entire building? From his experience traveling, most towns are abandoned at the hint of a Disassembly Drone nanite.

"We might kill civilians. If we do that." is what Stacy said, though she went by her serial designator V2, one of the first few mercenaries to join the ULU under the new serial numbering system. He had to stay calm, he had all the chances in the world to not join but now he had to face his choices. A part of his brain was thinking of a way he could at least get Stacy and Uzi out. Rubid and Kale seemed to seriously enjoy their positions in the military. Though another component of him knew that the two girls had become infatuated with this coming battle.

Ruger wasn't able to wear the standard ULU BDU, due to what the quartermaster called "his deformity". It made logistical sense to not have more than a few standard mutations of their uniforms. However for the ULU, a dead soldier was to have everything recycled. Ruger would have to rip the right jacket arm open to accommodate for his gun arm, which meant less resources to recover in the event his body was discovered.

There was a tepidness among the army as a whole.

"Diplomat, Designation 643! We know you can hear us!" roared the corporal from his megaphone. Ruger looked to his sides, noticing much more equipped ULU soldiers were running to the sides of the building.

"Those must be the real entry team. That makes us canon fodder." He thought to himself.

"We have the building surrounded! There's no way out but through us!"

"We know you've been violating our contract for the past two weeks, but no charges have been placed on your record! In Fact, all of your Worker Drones have yet to be convicted of any crimes. This is your chance to surrender!"

A yellow glow emitted from one of the windows. A gnarled voice bellowed from the head.

"Like we'd listen to you, little pig!"

A series of deranged disorganized laughs came from that window.

The corporal rolled his eyes in complete indifference and looked back at the script given to him.

"This next part goes to the Murder Drones. This is our final offer for surrender. We'll even let your kamikaze's surrender! We can still be friends."

"This is pointless..." Rubid snarled through his salivating mouth. His aimed his Winchester Model 1847 shotgun down the range, the Jensen branded "In person schooling" laser pointer was duct taped where a much more useful bayonet could have been

"We already know how this ends. It's just like what the radio tells us. There's no such thing as peace with these godless machines, they're less than Worker Drone. Why the hell do we even let sympathizers like 643 post themselves up in these buildings anyways?" His beard was saturated with foaming spit.