They yap about the battle of purgatory point and serial designation L. J reveals that the real V died during purgatory point and N's pet, V was inundated. Stacy goes to N with her revolver and tries to comfort him
"What was your unit composed of before..."
"Purgatory Point?" J asked. She slouched in her arm chair, claws dig and crack the plastic material, "we were unstoppable. Of course the USC9 managed to chip off one of us, V. L always guided us to victory, we never had to break from her orders, ever."
V2 lurched into the room. Blood paints hand prints and trickles down to her boots. She takes out the revolver. It's imbalance caused by the hole in her palm. V2 draws in her breath as she clicks the door open and cycles the next round into the cylinder.
She looks at N
Hundreds of computer parts are hooked to his body like IV bags. His chest rises and falls with each pained scream that was too expensive to do.
Her eyes look down the sight picture and she takes aim. She drops the revolver and it skitters across the floor beneath his bed.
V2 picks up her gun and looks at the red pattern across the barrel. She feels a warm hand touch her elbow.
"Stacy?" The sick child calls into the dark.
"Hello, N."
"I'm sorry I ruined everything. It's my fault. I'm not strong like you are."
The woman strokes her hand through his hair.
"Don't be. I'm the one who should be sorry. Maybe something good will come from this. You've raised this army well despite your condition."
"Are we going to have to kill C?"
...
"What do you dream of, N?"
"I don't dream."
"Sure you do."
"I dream of going to the beach with my friends."
"That's a wonderful dream. Who's there?"
"Uziel, Ruger, Kale, V, Rubid, Uzi's parents, C, you, and everyone."
"What are you doing there?"
"Keep thinking of that place. We're going to see it very soon." She stood up and holstered her revolver.
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She stood from the doors and saw V standing next to the frame. Stacy glances at V and reaches out for her. V slaps her hand away.
"You better not try that again." she said, looking at her revolver.
Stacy looked down on the Disassembly Drone as if it were a child and moved on.
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Murder Drones : Born From Ashes REDUX
FanfictionIn another world, mega corporation JC Jensen has consumed the world. War and hate are the only certainties as the new man marches towards total annihilation. Copper 9, once a safe haven from this horror, has now become the decider of humanity's fate...
