Murder Drones : Born From Ashes REDUX

Plastic Soldiers

The group had made a stop before a traveling group of Loyalists. Old and nostalgic drones deeply devoted to following their programming. As it dictated, they were to help stage the planet to be reoccupied by Jensen.

Their story echoed USC9 undertones. Uzi wondered how such a corrupt nation like the United Sectors were able to weed out those who followed their initial fundamentals. It made her grateful that The Bunker, which she now viewed as some quaint recessive village compared to the monolith that was the ULU's own society, was isolated from the corrupting madness of the wasteland.

V2 approaches a merchant. The loyalists were one of the few companies she trusted, it was as if they were family bound by source code.

"Hello Corporal V2," The bearded drone says. He bats of a layer of dust forming on his decomposing Jensen Drone Vest.

"I need gasoline, new treads and a box of 7.62."

The loyalist looks over Stacy's shoulder to see the children sitting against the snowmobile. Stacy paid no mind to his wordless inquisitions as she named off the rest of the supplies.

"Mission again? Corporal?" he said, breaking off the Combat Drone's naming.

"Yep, same as usual." She responds, "I want a DsHK and 4 belts."

"Y'know, if you want to, I could replace those feet of yours-"

Stacy grabs him by the vest collar and pulls him through the pile of metal tools.

"You profit off the ULU, not my suffering. And I want 30 round belts, not 5."

"I- I'm sorry Stacy-"

"Corporal." She corrects him.

"Corporal... Jeez."

N goes to talk to Nermel in private again.

N tells Nermel to find more oil for them. Though Nermel is instead reminiscing the day he killed L.
N tells him to stop.

"Why? Am I lying? I did kill her. My code made me feel so good. It filled me with that RUSH that made me realize that everyone must feel this way. Seeing that life flicker from her eyes, I think I understand what it's like to be looking for that next kill, even if they're just some innocent worker drone." Nermel says, his serrated teeth glint in the sunlight.

"We're supposed to be friends! Come on! I'm burning up, I can't hold back any longer..."

"Friends look out for each other, they aren't human shields." Nermel replied sternly, "I think I'm going to go off on my own now. You can deal with this mess you made. You can pretend to be a good boy here, while I go and do whatever I want."

N coughs, hot steam jets from his mouth. He throws snow into his mouth, only causing more steam to spill from his body. Nermel takes out his Browning Auto 5, cradling his offspring with the parental loving embrace.

"I think I'll start with Uziel. You've soured her, just like every other girl you've corrupted with your influence. I'll make it slow, because I want you to watch her suffer, I want you to atone for your sins until nothing of you is left." Nermel strides away, but stops.

N looks up and sees Nermel throw him a small flask of oil.

"I'm not joking, but I won't do it. Drink up, you need it more than I do anyways." 

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Eyes sat down and saw someone sit right next to him.

"Jesus, bro. I was lookin' all over for ya." that unmistakable 2010's South U.S. accent filled his sound card input.