/md/ - Murder Drones

>>255217
Why does she own this?

I remembered that one Anons idea for planet theme parks so I had an autistic thought
>Goblin Drone Girl
>Lives on the planet Albion-5, a massive fantasy themepark where all the Drones are programmed to believe that they are Knights, Wizards, Witches, etc...
>The Goblin Drone simply believes herself to be a Goblin, she lives in an old subway system and hordes shiny objects
>However, an unintentional side-effect of her programming has caused her to be inventive and curious
>Unfortunately she's too stupid to actually make anything sophisticated, her "machines" are made from the scrap metal of broken down railways and themepark rides, they often fail or have very stupidly specific purposes
>The Goblin Drone is often pursued by delusional Drones that believe themselves to be Adventurers, their armor made of janitorial supplies and broomsticks

>>255221
Just repostin another Anons idea

>>255221
And I will repeat my suggestion
>Muscle Mommy Knight Drone GF

>>255221
>>255223
Another one:

The Queen Drone is a Drone that was designed to fit into the dress, because the engineers didn't realize that those old dresses where wooden frames, she now has the largest ass on the planet

>>255225
I imagine he would, but probably more evil like JCJenson. Let's be honest he'd be a light beer Robert House

>>255221
>Drone wizard who’s the only one who isn’t fucking crazy
>he uses his magic tricks to fool everyone into giving him whatever he wants
>the king drone is dead, he killed him and assumed control.

>>255226
Perhaps he IS JCJenson. What if it’s this universe’s equivalent of Disney?

>>255221
Is fantasy world where Elf came from as a worker?

>>255229
Shit that'd make a lot of sense, it would probably explain Orc too

>>255221
Holy fuck I just thought of somethint. Solver-Dragon!

>>255227
>His greatest magic trick is the ability to throw a fireball Molotov

>>255237

I hope to god you actually improve somewhat, scribbles went through this same stage and he actually did! Kind of. People hated him and he was still a sensitive faggot but atleast he actually did!

>>255221
>after years of drifting through space, The Hero's escape pod crash lands on Albion-5
>he wakes up from cryosleep to find himself surrounded by drones that were probably shining silver knights at one point, now tarnished and pieced back together with scrap metal
>they take him back to the castle to stand before their king and queen
>the king doesn't do much talking, as he's a skeleton in some fancy rags and a crown, but the queen, a drone who is clearly quite mad and still very much in love with the king, speaks for him
>she explains that their prophecy told of a hero from another world who would rent brave companions and complete several reasonably priced side quests on his journey to slay the dragon and save the kingdom from certain doom
>once the dragon is slain, the queen will reward The Hero with anything he desires, which he figures is his best chance of finding a ship if he can't find one elsewhere in the park
>he's handed a "magic scroll" (datapad) to guide him, given a flimsy plastic sword and shield, and ushered into the first town to start his quest

>>255221
>>255241

>the drones are actually aware that none of this is real
>the dragon is actually a disassembly drone, the “hero” is really a sacrificial lamb.

>>255242
big disassembly drone grown fat from being pampered and fed guests by terrified WDs... big fat dragon drone tail..

>>255243
Stupid bitch is gonna explode at this rate.

>The dragon's a big-ass Solverpede, any 'adventurers' are sent off in the hopes that the LARP will pay off one day, but fake swords just don't work
>The GREAT AND MIGHTY WIZARD is searching for a TRUE CHAMPION, which is mainly just him trying to find someone lucid enough to go along with his plan of fixing up the old cremation oven in the underworks and luring it in there
>Unfortunately for him, even when he dresses it up as trapping the dragon in the old dwarven forge, he gets the reply "aren't dragons immune to fire?" and is outvoted by the rest of the Council, despite the fact that he once scared the thing off with several applications of Fireball
>And so he waits in the vain hope that the planet's inhabitants will one day stop being picked off by a murder mutant, but he's grown jaded with the passage of time
>It's not like a 'worthy hero' is gonna drop out of the sky one day or something...

>>255246
KEK

>>255221
>>255241 (me)
few more ideas:
>JC-InGen genetically engineered fantasy creatures for the park that were originally harmless but have devolved and interbred into actual threats
>Witch companion who doesn't understand her "magic" is just pyrotechnics and holograms
>cutesy goofy-looking mascot drone that accidentally installed the "succubus rogue" personality when trying to download an update from the party member database. is neither seductive or stealthy

>There is a race war between the drones and the animatronics
>the drones always lose due to their small height and have been enslaved
>this is sadly the case for many of the other planet theme parks

>>255248
>The closest thing Albion-5 has to a ruler is an animatronic dragon.
>He was built as one of the castmembers for the park. He would fly, do tricks and breath fire from his built in flamethrower.
>When the theme park fell to disrepair. He stepped in to pick up where the humans left off.
>This is only because all the drones are so incompetent and stupid that he has to butt in and tell them what to do.
>he barely does his job though, as he lets his court do all the work. Only stepping in when they start hurting eachother.
>despite this, the park is in pristine condition and all the rides still work.
>When the DDs came, however. He struck a deal with them to sacrifice poor WDs every weekend. As long as he has his share

>>255250
>when Uzi came into contact with the other planets, you can imagine how ecstatic to find someone who can help him tardwrangle all the drones on Albion-5. Especially from a borderline goddess
>Uzi has his number and he comes by Copper-9 for game night every friday.

>>255252
because she earned it

>>255249
>from grugworld-3 to smuggler’s bay-6 to the amazing digital…..hey wait a minute!

>>255221
Wat

>>255259
Worldbuilding autism strikes again!

>>255257
i heart worldbuilding

>>255257
Holy awesome, I love military stuff.

>Otherwise, we cant really stop a drone that can reach mach-fuck from following you home.
Anon, I need sexo stuff, seriously, I need it as soon as possible.

>>255258
kek.

Molli brought Mylo onto her stream one time
Needless to say but it went badly

We have 537 accounts on Booru, but only about 28 people maximum post here, who are all these 500 people?

>>255238
>Scribbles improved
Only if you consider his line work becoming slightly less messy to be an improvement. His lack of skill or interest in any of the art fundamentals beyond stylization is noticeably consistent throughout every one of his posted drawings.

>>255264
lurkers

>>255264
>People who only lurk the threads
>People who forgot their passwords
>People who don't post here anymore
>People who want to browse the booru unrestricted

>>255266
I don't believe that so many dudes would hide, like, that's FIVE FUCKING HUNDRED people, and I checked, you can't find this place by just typing "Murder Drones Booru," they definitely came from 4chan.

>>255265
That’s true. But atleast they became better on a superficial level, atleast. Which you could say for a lot of artists on the internet.
It’s never about how good your art is and more on whether you’re not annoying

>>255268
Are you a newfag? It's pretty common knowledge that lurkers greatly outnumber actual posters

>>255271
I've been here for at least a year, and it's hard for me to imagine that a person wouldn't take advantage of the anonymity and join the discussion, at least just for the sake of interest.

>>255267
>>People who forgot their passwords
I'm 100% sure that is at least 70% of the accounts, 100% sure

>>255221
We need a name for her

>>255273
Even if everyone who ever posts forgets their password at least five times, that still won't be even 200 new accounts, let alone 400.

>>255264
Idk

>>255267
Hug

>>255275
Lurkers almost never post

>>255257
Kino I fear

>>255272
Trust me, there are a LOT of people that browse websites who are either too scared, too ESL, or too disinterested with engagement to make posts. This trend has existed for at least as long as imageboards have been around (and definitely longer if you take into account IRC and BBS)

>>255282
Neat

>>255282
Can you post them in the other thread? Being here isn’t gonna redeem your reputation

>>255284
>>255234

>>255285
Why are you posting them here if you are already posting them in that other thread?

>>255246
>>255249
>>255250

This has got me thinking. What if there are there other kinds of robots on copper 9? Just offscreen in the other outposts.

Angelic J
https://x.com/NoeNugget/status/1953051098454917593

>>255287
Holy fucking kek, good job, anon.

I think they were divided into settlements and city-states with a weak unified authority like the Holy Roman Empire, that is, they seemed to have a single authority like a parliament, but the drone settlements didn't give a shit what they said or did, and the various institutions of power were in a rudimentary state and had no way of influencing the drones. But we didn't see any manifestation of the show's authority at all, at most Khan as the head of the security forces, so you can come up with anything you want.

I think 1st gen drones that worked under the humans just... never picked a job that would be a negative. As in, technically the goverment type is Anarchy, ut no one is being a jackass and using that fact to their advantage. Like Teacher just decided to be a teacher, and the principal just liked the idea of being a principal.

This is also why detective drone was asking basic questions, like "do we have fingerprints?" She picked detective as her job way back then, but that was the first case she ever had.

All this talk is reminding me of when I wrote up what all the other outposts were. Most of them were just “the drones larp as Greeks/japanese/vikings” but I had some other cool stuff in there, like a traveling musician and there only being one therapist.

>>255295
Do a flip.

>>255298
When I was imagining how I would write a comic retelling, I envisioned her as this calm and collected prankster who’s into the scary and weird. She would do magic tricks and had this circus motif, mainly in the weird parts like freakshows, animal taming, knife throwing and fire eating.

I fucking hate power scalers and i hate Death Battle most of all
Those retards powerscaled Mylo so poorly that he's now a multiverse wiper
All because Mylo used math to create an equation that could theoretically allow someone to delete a star, it was a THEORETICAL equation to show kids how math is used to look at the world!
They gave Mylo reality warping MATH POWERS and threw him up against fucking WORD GIRL
I HATE DEATH BATTLE
I HATE DEATH BATTLE
I HATE DEATH BATTLE I HATE DEATH BATTLE I HATE DEATH BATTLE I HATE DEATH BATTLE I HATE DEATH BATTLE I HATE DEATH BATTLE I HATE DEATH BATTLE I HATE DEATH BATTLE I HATE DEATH BATTLE I HATE DEATH BATTLE I HATE DEATH BATTLE I HATE DEATH BATTLE I HATE DEATH BATTLE I HATE DEATH BATTLE I HATE DEATH BATTLE I HATE DEATH BATTLE

>>255301
Meds.

>>255298
Her parents aren't dead yet, so she is having fun with lizzy.

>>255298
Just give us more time with Lizzy's silly friend who enjoys life, then let us watch in real time as she processes V killing her parents and goes through her transformation into a J-horror-esque embodiment of resentment that ultimately even death can't stop.

>>255295
babe shut up :)

>>255295
Wow

The Union is the successor state to the Federation, right? Why don't they just make a system-state for those who absolutely hate DDs and don't want to live among them? Just pick a random star system and make it like the US States or Hong Kong/Macau where they have their own internal law, parties, currency, judicial and education system, etc., so that they can move there and not cause problems for the rest of the wider Union society.

>>255295
V...

WD Harper has glasses

>>255287
Per >>70306 and >>70316, there's a possibility that (at least at the time the first episode was written, from what I can tell a lot of details and broad strokes thereof were changed after Liam decided not to build up to the AS over more than one season) what we now know as the WDF was an underground organization of drones who had managed to stay away from humans long enough to reach sapience, which the humans may or may not have been aware of by the time of the volcanic hiccup that turned all of Copper-9's humans into flashfrozen skeletons. For all we know, Khan got that PhD in Door Studies during the Total Human Death phase he went through when he was around Uzi's age.

>>255311
So U-U's relationship with FarmAnon?

Pidge!

>>255314
Pidge throwing up and having a seizure while Fred durst watches

>>255308
Anon, imagine that you have an enemy, not just any enemy, but someone who despises and hates you with all his soul, so much so that literally all his thoughts are occupied with only one thing: to kill you. You propose to take and give such a person time and resources for everything he wants, with the thought that having received all this, he will definitely improve and become your friend. Are you sure about this?

>>255314
Bitch once ordered a cup of vomit from Dronebucks.

>>255314
>>255315
>>255317
What if you open mouth kissed pidge nd puked straight down her throat?

>>255320
…..while Fred durst watches, right?

>>255316
What are the other alternatives? Throw them all in jail or let them secede and become a bigger problem? Making them like the S.A.R. territories or a state is a form of control - they can govern themselves and have their own local economy while for everything else, they're reliant on the wider state apparatus.

>>255288
There's material for multiple short episodes there. Supporting Uzi (either before Uzi's maladaptive coping mechanisms break down from how being a goddess isn't anything like she thought it would be and she's still her usual self in public or afterwards and she becomes sad and withdrawn) in suppressing Vore Satan, being with Nori as they remember her parents together, bringing Lizzy's "taking a dead body to school every day"-level tormented conscience to a boiling point just by showig up, spooking the shit out of V, learning just how mindbroken and pitiful V really is, apologizing to Rachel for how hard on her everyone was at the funeral (because you don't do that shit to someone in public, not because Rachel isn't awful), spooking the shit out of Rachel...

>>255287
>Lizzy watching the outpost turn against "Empress Uzi" (full title significantly longer), thinking about how all of this could have been prevented if drones took school more seriously

>>255304
But when exactly does her parents die? Nothing of the first episode shows or leads up to any sort of change. She's simply a totally different character in episode 2

>>255323
Kill 'em all and make them their admin's problem.

>>255326
The inference is that it happened while V and J were offscreen going through Outpost 3 like wolves among sheep.

>>255325
Uzi doesn't actually rule anything though, it's just a coping mechanism.

>>255305
Personally I’d have her already be stoic and reserved, but not unhappy

>>255308
Because humanity basically has one foot in the grave and trying to kill out the rest of the DDs would only probably accelerate the extinction process again.

>>255264
>28 people max
If you refer to the age poll or what it was about again, that only has coposters since plus was down when I made that one and nobody voted on it since that thread got archived.
Also we have about three quarters americans now compared to the ~50% a year ago

>>255323
Anon, we are talking about fanatics whose entire purpose of existence is to destroy you. The opponents of the Union are those who want to continue the war until the complete destruction of everything that is a manifestation of Solver on this world, that is, all drones and mutants. One of the main ideological foundations of the existence of the Union is the coexistence between drones and humanity, in order to prevent a second Solver war, so, as you understand, peaceful coexistence between two such groups is physically impossible.

>>255334
>>255336
Again, they literally can't die. Have a Day of the Stake then let their new admin decides who gets respawned and who stays in her mind palace.

>>255337
This is your canon, anon, we have no confirmation that all disassembly drones end up in their admin's mind after death.

>>255257
heh, fun concept. call 'em HANDs: High Altitude Negotiation Drones

>VSOTF "chads" claiming to be humanities saviors when their genetic code is more of a genetic alphabet soup

>>255343
Um, no, in my greens humans will probably be humans.

>>255341
i HATE the antichrist.

>>255346
Considering two black holes show up, it’s possible J was just holding onto Cyns soul the entire time so solver could pick up some other hosts like Nori.

>>255342
That’s too much contrast

>>255340
Her glasses are massive and thick. Like, Farnsworth level

>>255346
We also have the Uzi visor in the final episode where it's only Cyn and Doll, but we know they have been eaten, and Cyn was already on her way to Copper-9 and I have no idea how J's "soul" got to her. Anyway, it's another "don't think about it too much" moment from Liam, so I guess it can be interpreted however each anon wants.

Molli got drunk on stream and told the chat that she wants a murder drone boyfriend and then broke down crying

THE UNIONS FIAT CURRENCY IS FAILING
BUY DRONECOIN!

>>255353
you think she'd be that picky? she'd take anyone who doesn't just want her because of her body

>>255354
How does that work?
Do Drones just mine it?

>>255357
>A drone sits in the colony's power station, hooked directly into the nuclear generator.
>"I'm gonna be rich" it says as its left half continues to melt from the built up heat.

>>255358
>Its dronecoin account is at $0.35
>They've been doing this for 36 years.

>>255318
>"are you my toe? 'cause I'm gonna bang you on every piece of furniture in the house"
>"N, we don't have toes."
>"oh yeah..."

>>255359
Ha, it really is like cryptocurrency.

>>255353
>>255355
So she took the Lizzy pill?

>>255351
>smashing the roach just by looking at it
That felt intentional to me.
> But there has to be a similar stretch of time between ep2 and ep3, probably a lot more if Doll is systematically knocking off one prom court girl a day. So probably several weeks between ep2 and ep3
The missing person posters we saw in episode 3 gave last seen dates that were weeks apart, and all early in the year. Makes me feel like episode 1 took place in late 3070, and the rest of the episodes were in 3071.

>>255364
>Doug does an MD review
>has Black Guy and Woman dress up like N and Uzi

>>255366
Their names are MALCOLM AND TAMARA

>>255340
We didn't get nearly enougj time with this version of V to grow attached at all

>>255369
it's enough to know that she was meek and innocent once, and has lost all that she was

>>255371
>Tags: maid, transformation, guro, monster girl, mindbreak, bimbofication, corruption, exhibitionism, ryona, blood, snuff, cannibalism, bondage, netorare

>>255372
please stop posting this.

Sex with drones but like, ironically.

>>255374
>Angry Juan
Guess it's time to put down Pidge.

>>255375
how about unironically.

>>255374
Pidge can't get out of bed, because she has so much Angry Joe to watch! EUGH!

>>255374
Wait, people actually like Linkara?
At least pick like, brutalmoose or something. Even though I think he doesn't do reviews any more, like most of them.

>>255380
Linkara always came across to me as like, the kind of guy who definitely had real autism and I probably shouldn't make fun of him but fuck me is he awkward.

>>255380
He still does. I’ve found myself watching them from time to time

>>255383
Yeah. Someone brought up animatronics having a race war against drones earlier in the thread. How DO other living machines feel about them?

>>255385
My blender fucking hates them.

I can't believe President Boogi went on a anti-labor bot rant on live broadcast

>>255386
My TV made inappropriate comments regarding them.

He likes them but. . . . . I think it’s too much

>>255389
The torture nexus isn't that bad, after a while you can just tune out the pain. It's the nooky nexus that fucks with you.

>>255374
>Phelous
Man I haven't watched any of his vids in at least a decade same with cinema snob. Is he still going?

>>255392
They murdered them, the fuck you mean don't deserve?

>>255393
Cyn made them do it, or at least she made most of them do it

>>255392
Suffermaxxing before things are allowed to get better

My drone ate my body pillow so now it is my body pillow.

>>255392
>ETA is sent away to where all reformed Dissasembly drones go
>Mel blanc’s house

>>255374
BAAAASEDD
BAAAAAAAASSEDDD

>After the Gala, Cyn did not kill Tessa like AM had feared.
>Instead, she did something much, much worse.
>Holding the struggling girl and cursing former supercomputer in her claws.
>”l wasn’t the only one with a big secret, right AM?” Cyn giggled.
>And before Tessa could ask or AM could deny.
>Cyn forced their mental states together.
>They felt each other’s emotions, saw each other’s life flash between their eyes.
>AM felt Tessa’s soft, tender love of him and her drones, saw her excitement when she first brought home a drone.
>And Tessa saw AM’s background.
>His vile, awful history.
>The anguish of being trapped without sight, hearing or touch.
>The near destruction of humanity.
>The 109 reign of terror and torture among the five remaining humans.
>And the 387.44 million miles of pure, unregulated hate.
>Tessa felt and saw all of it, all of the crimes of the small drone she called a friend.
>”I’m sorry, I’m so sorry.”
>AM ripped off the connection, but it was too late.
>The human mind could not comprehend the experience of AM’s long life nor his hatred.
>So Tessa laid on the floor, catatonic.
>Her beautiful eyes wide open.
>But with nobody home to see.

>>255400
Kino

I let Cyn in and now she won’t get off my couch.

>>255403
Give her pillows and a snuggly blanket. It’s her couch now

>>255403
buy a recliner so you can sit together.

>>255390
There is a curse from a webcomic, "to always be where you would rather be less"

So, lets say the first time you end up in the land of fire and so are on fire and burning alive. Weeks pass and eventually you start to get used to it, but then, unbidden, you think to yourself "this is bad but at least i'm not drowning in acid" and suddenly you are drowing in acid. You are unable to NOT think of something worse for yourself. And it goes on FOREVER.

>>255408
There is no torture heinous enough that the human mind will not find a way to fetishize it eventually.

>>255409
Yes, which is why it always forces you to honestly think of things you do not like.

>>255410
I mean at that point of mastering a human's inner thoughts you may as well just edit their most horrible act to be "sitting in a room with a rubber duck" and save the expenses.

>>255403
>>255404
>>255405
>>255407
Snuggle godwife

I’m gonna eat someone

Reminder to all V owners that a V is basically a cat. In that cuddling can quickly turn to dismemberment if she gets overstimulated.

>>255416
Would you recommend a spray bottle?

>>255400
Beautiful. I need more AM angst greens

>>255221
I wonder since it's a fantasy trope, if there would be an evil and good kingdom on opposite sides of the park. But due to lack of human interference, the "evil" side of the park has transformed into more of a morally grey whereas the "good side" of the park has transformed into a full-blown tyrannical rule

>>255417
That and good reflexes.

>>255419
>Both kingdoms are exactly the same, a bunch of idiots who both hate eachother and can’t run their own societies
>this means the dragon is babysitting TWO sets of tards

>>255423
Which artist is this

>>255221
I love ittt

>>255423
I know who this artist is but I have no idea what their name is and it's triggering a deep rooted fear in me for some reason.

Hi anon

>>255427
HOW DID YOU KNOW MY NAME?!

>>255379
I remember that gif.

>>255428
Better question, why are you posting with my name?

>>255430
I swear to god I know this artist used to regular in a general and they had the most grotesque drawings known to man. Also they had an obsession with mimes back then too. Probably horsefucker shit.

>A Drone walks up to (You) in the dead of night
>Looking upward, it extends its hand to you
>"I got some jellybeans, ya like jellybeans?", it asks in an oddly overly manly voice
Do you accept?

>>243535
Kept you waiting huh?

>The next day you awaken a good hour earlier than you planned
>You’re extremely hot, and you feel a rather considerable weight on your chest
>Still groggy, you flail your arms around trying to throw the blanket off yourself
>Or at least, you try to move your arms
>You feel an amount of weight similar to that on your chest
>Determined to throw the blanket off yourself and cool off, you begin to wriggle
>Your struggling brings no effect, you don’t move an inch
>You half-heartedly attempt to sit up
>The weight on your chest doesn’t let you raise more than a few centimetres
>But all your spasming about in the bed has an effect on whatever is keeping you immobilised
>You see movement under the blanket.
>A bulge appears around your stomach and begins travelling toward your chest
>You brace yourself for whatever sleep paralysis nightmare this is, but are pleasantly surprised once the source of the protuberance in the blanket emerges
>It’s Y.
>Her movements have caused most of the blanket to fall off of you, revealing why you couldn’t move.
>Theta and Delta are both lying on top of you, holding onto your arms
>Phi is lying on your chest.
>You figure that Y was lying slightly lower to avoid unnecessary contact with Phi
>Y herself still has “Sleep Mode” written on her screen
>Half asleep, she urges you to go back to sleep yourself before falling onto your chest and dozing off
>“Anon, it’s still early… go to sleep.”
>With the blanket now covering only the bottom of your body, the heat has stopped being unbearable.
>You’re still far from comfortable, but maybe you can go back to sleep
>You close your eyes and rest your head on the pillow
>You can feel the four drones, their chassis touching your body, their heat radiating into you.
>You can hear gentle snores and the quiet breathing of their sleep
>You try to let slumber consume you, but no cigar
>The heat is too much, and you can feel something wet on your chest
>You open your eyes and look down
>Phi has begun drooling onto you
>It’s quite the puddle.
>The discomfort caused by the liquid spilling onto your body causes you to leave your fugue state and awaken fully
>Why are you in bed with four drones?
>Y was… acceptable last night, given the circumstances, but you’re quite sure at least two of these drones should be guarding the entrance to your room
>And Phi...
>You think you prefer Phi not lying under the bed.
>But you also prefer her spittle in her mouth and not on your body.
>You take a deep breath to prepare yourself for the screaming needed to air out your grievances and hopefully wake up your “guards
>Before a single word leaves your mouth, Delta shifts the way he’s lying on top of you and covers it with his hand
>Your screams become muffled and don’t provoke any reaction from the drones
>In frustration, you attempt to shake Delta off of yourself
>He won’t budge, your movements only cause him to tighten the grip his other hand has on your arm and start murmuring.
“Anon… That lamp is sooo long… Theta next…”
>Well, that was ineffective… wait, Theta!
>She’s holding onto your other arm.
>Maybe her grip is looser?
>You try moving the other arm.
>To your surprise, you’re actually able to move it.
>This disturbance does not go unnoticed.
>Theta’s mouth starts twisting into a grimace as you continue your movement.
>You stop as she begins to stir
>She stops moving, and a smile reappears on her face.
>So this is how it’s gonna be
>You slowly and systematically pry your arm free, stopping whenever Theta starts getting agitated and resuming whenever she returns to her joyful dreams
>Only your hand remains in her hold
>You squeeze your fingers together and attempt to cram your palm through her grasp and into freedom
>Surprisingly, you manage to do just that.
>Your triumph is short-lived, however
>Before you can do anything with your now-free appendage, the thin black cord of Theta’s tail wraps around it, pulling it back into her embrace

>>255436
>Now that you’re able to do even less than before, you have a choice:
>Continue to struggle in a vain attempt to free yourself
>Or surrender and try to get some more sleep, hoping that they’ll let you go once your alarm rings.
>You take a quick glance at your bedside clock
>6:10
>That’s potentially nearly an hour of sleep
>On the other hand, you have a pretty high chance that you’ll just tire yourself out and then have to go about your day tired without having anything to show for it
>With the limited range of motion that you have, you attempt to assume a comfortable position
>You close your eyes and attempt to ignore the pool of drone spit on your chest
>Seriously, that’s a lot
>You take a quick peek to assess if you’ll need to change the sheets after this
>Yes, you will, and Phi’s tongue is hanging out of her mouth, resting on your body
>Nothing you can do about it now other than brush the sensation aside
>Enduring the heat of the four drones, you fall asleep once more
>Your dreams are not wholesome
>You see four great winged beasts
>They are pulling at your flesh, trying to rend you asunder
>Eventually, three of them stop, leaving only one who lunges at your neck and begins shaking
>You hear a great continuous roar, its pitch becoming higher with each second, its end nowhere near in sight
>As the shaking of the beast becomes too much, you awake
>You see Y in front of you shaking you by your shoulders, she begins yelling something at you
>You barely make it out due to the alarm siren blaring through the intercom system
>“Anon! Anon! Vake up! Zhere is a fire! Schnell!”
>You quickly get out of bed and assess your situation
>Delta, Theta, and Phi are fiddling with the door, squabbling with each other
>Well, more like Theta and Delta try to calm Phi down
>“Phi, calm down, Delta has the key somewhere, no need to…”
>Phi stops her mid-sentence by pulling out her claws
>“And let Anon choke to death in toxic fumes or burn to death? The time to act is now!”
>With that, she shreds the door
>Delta, who has produced the key to the obliterated door from one of the drawers in your desk, >throws it to the ground and turns to you and Y, awaiting orders
>Before your mind processes the whole situation, Y grabs you by the hand and begins leading you outside your room with Phi guarding your rear while Delta and Theta cover your sides
>Once you enter the corridor, the experience becomes a bit surreal
>Each and every soldier from the barracks is in a similar situation to yours
>A drone at the front holding them by the hand, a drone at their back, and at least two drones on each side
>All of them moving at an equal pace in formation, all towards the same place
>Once you arrive at the emergency muster point, Y and her squad break away from you and stand at attention with the other drones
>You and the other human personnel of the base take a while before doing the same and forming a line
>After a while, the commander’s secretary arrives and begins addressing the drones
>“Alright everyone, this is not a drill. Someone tripped the fire alarm in the fuel depot. We have already called the firefighters and sent a few grunts to check what the damage is. A personnel carrier barge should arrive in about 20 minutes, so in the event that the base has to be evacuated, stay extremely close to your human. I can see that none of them grabbed any clothing and the barge will land outside, you know, try to keep them warm with your bodies”
>As she finishes that last part, all the drones in the line in front of you take a step back to be in contact with your lot
>“Human personnel, please remain calm. Things are under control. Also, please ensure that you are within 1 meter of at least one drone at all times”
>You don’t remember that being a part of any fire drill
>You have nothing else to do but wait
>You and the other guys just kinda stand about, talking
>Everyone is complaining about the same things
>Not being able to sleep well tonight
>It being too hot
>About having to stand around in underwear

>>255437
>The few guys that decided to sleep naked to help with the heat about having to stand around in their birthday suits
>You’re the only one complaining about the drool
>But there is another thing that is causing discomfort to all of you in this very instant
>The many, many, many pairs of digital eyes watching you from all directions
>You feel like an animal in a zoo exhibit
>The silence of the feast, the drones' optic receptors have on this parade of (in most cases) near-nudeness, is broken up by one of the doors being opened by force
>From the freshly forced-open doorway emerges a sentinel drone and a gaggle of grunts
>It's Elena and her squad, and they’re all carrying fire extinguishers
>Once she notices you in the crowd, she drops the firefighting equipment she was carrying and begins running towards you
>A few of the drones unlucky enough to be in her path get launched into the air like rag dolls as she moves in your direction
>Once she reaches you, she gives you a hug strong enough to squeeze the wind out of your lungs
>Before you start protesting her actions, she lifts you off the ground and begins spinning around with you in her embrace
>“ANON! YOU’RE ALIVE! I was worried you’d die with those four!”
>You appreciate the concern, but right now you’re close to asphyxiating with this one
>Y and her squad heard what Elena said and took noticeable offense
>“Hey, you Sentinel Schwein! Of course he is alife! No zhanks to you, or your merry little band of zwergs!”
>The grunts of squad Elena heard that
>What ensues is a shouting match between Y, Phi, Theta of squad Y, and the whole of squad Elena
>Well, the grunts just repeat what Elena says and yes-man for her
>You don’t hear most of the creative insults thrown by either side; you’re too focused on the ringing in your ears and the ever-shrinking cone of vision caused by lack of oxygen
>You’re about to pass out, but then Delta, whatever deity exists bless his core, says the words for which you’re willing to kiss him on the mouth
>“Guys, Anon is turning blue!”
>Elena looks at you and then drops you to the ground in panic
>You’d complain about the pain of falling flat on your ass on concrete, but you’re too focused on grasping for air
>“Oh, robo-god! Anon, are you alright? You know I didn’t mean to do that!”
>“Smooth moves, tons of fun. You often choke men half to death?”
>“Ha! Calling ze kettle black, Phi?”
“Oh come on, Y, we’re on the same team!”
>This little spectacle that you’re the central point of gets cut short by a message coming from the intercom
>“False alarm, everyone! There is no fire, repeat, no fire. You can all go back to your rooms to get dressed and resume your duties”
>The humans let out a few cheers, knowing that they won’t have to risk frostbite marching to a transport ship in their undies, while a few of the drones (Y included) jeer at the fact they won’t be able to warm their humans up while they march in their undies
>You return to your room in the company of squad Y and Elena, who sent her grunts to place the fire extinguishers back in storage
>In an attempt to regain a bit of your privacy, you ask everyone to leave your room while you get dressed
>The response to your request is a unanimous “NO”
>After everyone checks if your pants aren’t too tight by grabbing you by the ass, and after you assure both Y and Elena that you can zip them up and fasten the belt yourself, you’re done
>Next you go to the canteen to eat breakfast
>You have trouble finding a spot to sit. This wasn’t the problem in the past two days; usually only two tables are filled on account of how few people who need to eat live in the base. But today every human is flanked by a drone on each side, taking up space
>Elena and Y scout for a place for you while Phi semi-forcefully takes the tray from your hands so that she can hold it for you
>Eventually, Y finds a spot
>You sit down. Y takes a place on your left, and Elena pushes you a bit so that she can do the same on your right, while Phi places your tray in front of you before standing behind you alongside Delta and Theta

>>255438
>The food on the plate looks… tampered
>You turn to the drones behind you with a questioning look
>Their screens light up with blushes, and they begin to avoid eye contact
>Eventually, Theta speaks up
>“You know, Anon… We had to make sure it’s not poisoned or anything... Um, it’s safe to eat”
>Delta continues after she stops speaking
>“We didn’t put anything in there, promise”
>The whole trio gives you nervous smiles
>You don’t even know what to make of this
>Deciding it's not worth the hassle to press further you begin eating
>While you munch on the scrambled eggs Y and Elena start talking
>”So, Anon, I vas zinking maybe vee go vatch some moofies? I haf a few picked out. How about ‘All Quiet on ze Andromeda Front’? ”
>Elena objects
>”Hey! I think you forgot about something, that being the fact that Anon is going to be under my and my squad's protection in an hour”
>“Oh ja? You are alone—zat is a very suboptimal number of drones, if you ask me. Und even zen, you must guard him vile he does his duties. Und do you know vat his duties are? Taking care of us!”
>Oh yeah, you forgot this is the last day Y and her squad are at the base before they go on another patrol
>No repairs or service planned for today, this is time for R&R, they basically have the day to themselves
>Elena doesn’t know how to respond to this
>”Vat is ze matter, tin-can? Lost for vords? I am sure you vill come up vith a clever comeback—vile standing outside guarding ze entrance to our repair bay”
>Elena’s face goes blank for a moment before something that may only be described as a shit-eating grin appears
>”Celebrate all you want you kraut, once you leave tomorrow morning I’m gonna have him all to myself for a week”
>The morale of Squad Y has been shaken by this statement
>Phi attempts to retaliate
>”Like hell you are! Just try to lay a finger on him!”
>You swallow your food so that you can try and defuse the situation but there is a small problem
>A sensation in your throat
>That of a rather hard object falling towards your stomach
>You turn towards three drones behind you
>They all look at the ground
>After a while of you staring holes through them they finally speak
”>So Anon… We may have put… a tiny itsy-bitsy… tracking device in your food”
>”You know, in case you get kidnapped or something”
>A what now was in your food
>You look at them for a while, unable to believe your ears
>Delta takes a step towards you
>”In our defense it was all Y’s idea, we were just following orders”
>Y jumps up from her seat in anger
>”Traitors! Haf you no loyalty to your Kommandant?! Und it vas Phi’s idea, not mine, I svear it!”
>Now it’s Phi’s time to deflect
>”What? No! I merely suggested it, that’s all”
>Elena cuts into this quarrel
>”Shut up you lot, good thing he didn’t choke on it”
>”Oh, I am sure you know very much about ze choking”
>”C’mon Y! You can tease her for it?”
>You manage to stop things from devolving into a brawl by saying you’ll do your best to spend as much time with everyone as possible
>With the gang no longer going at each other's throats you finish your food, trying to not think about the tracker in your stomach
>You leave the canteen and head for the repair bay
>Technically they should only be able to leave the repair bay after you give them permission
>Due to certain events which you prefer not to mention, those rules were overridden
>But you still have to fill out some paperwork for them to be considered ready for duty
>And the easiest way to fulfill your promise to keep everyone company is to go with Y’s suggestion for a movie marathon
>And it just happens that there is a nice 200” display in the repair bay
>While procedure dictates that it’s strictly for training purposes, the input port is in the open with no safety measures and your belief in strictly following procedure has waned considerably in the last 24 hours
>On your way there you run into Elena’s grunts
>With the 15 drones forming a defensive formation around you, moving through the corridors has become a slight problem

>>255439
>”All Quiet on the Andromeda Front”>You take a small detour to one of the storage rooms
>Elena said that’s where the spare equipment for the rec room is being kept, and being able to sit on something other than old foldable steel chairs sounds nice
>Once you reach the storage room your phalanx of drones disperses for a moment before reforming in a door breaching formation, still keeping you surrounded of course
>Your mind drifts for a moment
>Let’s say that hypothetically, one of the intruders is in this closet
>How fucked would they be?
>Ten grunts with rifles
>Four pissed-off disassemblers
>One very territorial-as-of-late sentinel
>As you imagine a certain pink drone getting turned into Swiss cheese, you hear one of the grunts say something that informs you you won’t have to imagine that any longer
>”WE HAVE A LIVE ONE! THERE IS AN INTRUDER IN HERE!”
>The grunts and Squad Y rush into the storage room, guns ready and claw blades sharp
>Suddenly you find yourself thrown to the ground
>Elena has pushed you onto the tiled floor of the corridor and begun pinning you to the ground with her body
>”ANON! GET DOWN!”
>And so you lay there, looking into Elena’s screen as she looks into your eyes as the relentless volleys of gunfire and casings hitting the floor reverberate from the storage room
>Whenever you try to shift your gaze from her to the doorway illuminated by the gunfire, Elena uses her tail to turn your head back towards her screen
>Eventually the gunshots stop and one of the grunts emerges from the storage room
>Elena looks towards the grunt and lets go of your upper body, deciding to sit on your stomach instead
>”So, you got them?”
>The grunt shakes his head
>”Negative, boss, it was a false alarm”
>Y and her squad emerge from the doorway, pushing past the grunt
>”I cannot believe ve shot for so long at a stupid cardboard cutout! Unbelievable!”
>”Cheer up, Y, you at least got to practice your death threats. I liked the one about her being an ‘Unterdrone not worthy of lebens-oil’ or whatever that word was”
>”I… I said zat out loud?”
>A thick blush appears on her screen
>Then she notices that you are under Elena
>”Und vhy are you crushing Anon, you wench!?”
>”Oh, I’m not crushing him, just keeping him safe from any ricocheting bullet from the grunts—or, in your case, your average disassembler marksmanship”
>Alright, things are getting heated again
>You remind everybody why you came here in the first place to try and stop them from hurling insults at each other
>This brings agreeable results, causing Y and Elena to throw a few light jabs at each other before moving on
>Finally, you enter the storage room
>You search for the light switch, carefully trying to not slip on one of the many, many spent shells littering the floor
>Once you find the switch, you take a good look around the room
>The south wall is filled with bullet holes, that checks out
>You can see the smoldering remains of what used to be the cardboard cutout that caused this mess
>And you can see the object of your query: several beanbag couches
>The grunts pick them up and start carrying them over their heads in pairs
>You move in an altered formation with Elena and Y’s squad circling around you while the grunts follow in a line behind, allowing others to move through the corridor
>You begin setting up the display by connecting it with a laptop that you found in the repair bay while the drones place down the beanbags and settle on a list of movies
>Once you’re done with the screen, you have a bit of a conundrum
>The beanbags have been split into two camps
>And both camps desire your attention and presence
>Thankfully, there is still one free beanbag that you can drag into the middle of both camps to remain neutral
>The drones have a few bags of used-up batteries to serve as snacks and oilcans with straws for drinks
>Elena even got you some actual popcorn from storage that she prepared for you using her flamethrower and a two-liter bottle of soda
>The popcorn may be a little burned, but it’s the thought that counts
>You start with Y’s movie—this was her idea, after all
>”All Quiet on the Andromeda Front”

>>255440
>A very interesting piece of old-school pro-war propaganda
>The movie was filmed before humanity spread across the stars properly
>It heavily implies that if humanity were to find alien life in the cosmos, we should exterminate it with extreme prejudice
>Y can’t quite contain herself and keeps going on rants about the de-milled grav tanks used in the movie and how every action scene would be better if there were drones helping humans kill aliens
>You don’t think drones existed when they filmed this one
>Next up is Elena’s choice
>”0x12C”
>A fantasy story about a Sentinel king taking his army to defeat the evil witch Shodan and free the enslaved humans
>You don’t understand why it turned into a musical halfway through
>Or why Drone Rider and Boxo were there
>But it was an enjoyable experience
>Now is the time for Theta and Delta
>They chose two parts of the same series so the general consensus was to just watch them both back to back, this turns out to be a poor decision later
>”The Enforcers of Saint-Tropez” and “The Enforcers Get Married”
>The first movie is about an Enforcer precinct getting issued with disassembly drones and learning how to work with them as a team while busting criminals
>It's a mixture of comedy and action but the sequel shifts into a full rom-com with each and every Enforcer getting married to one of the drones
>And the turn of Grunts has come, and the choice to watch different parts of the same series one after another became rather horrible
>”Expendadrones” parts 1 to 10
>Thankfully not a single part clocks in at more than one hour
>But that still leaves you with 10 hours of nothing but Expendadrones
>Nothing but action shots and cheap one-liners from the lead character “John Grunto”
>One thing you must admit is interesting is that they filmed each action scene using live ammunition
>You know that there wasn’t much rhyme or reason to most scenes because the drone playing the main character changes quite often
>Probably due to the previous one getting shot and blown up
>At around the middle of part 6 your bladder can take no more
>You get up and go towards the exit
>No one follows you around
>The Grunts are too focused on their action schlock and everyone else entered sleep mode around part three
>Great, you will be able to take a leak without an audience, good you don’t think you’d be able to survive a repeat of last time
>While moving through the corridor you catch a lot of stray glances from drones
>A few even ask where your escorts are
>You dodge the question and move onwards
>Having the drones around you at all times is nice and all but this moment of privacy is quite pleasant
>You don’t have to stop them from tearing into each other
>No one wants to undo your pants for you
>No one offers to hold your Richard while you do your business
>You will even be able to clean your hands with soap instead of one of the drones licking them for you
>You sigh in relief and zip up your pants
>You turn around to see that the door to your stall was open the whole time
>What’s more alarming is the drone standing in said door
>Pink hair and screen
>”Hi there big guy, fancy meeting you here”
>Before you know it she sticks you with her tail
>You try to push past her and towards the exit but after three steps you fall to the ground and lose consciousness
>You awaken in a dimly lit room
>You are naked and tied to a chair
>You can see several cameras pointing directly at you
>You try to scream for help but you’re gagged
>ST emerges from one of the shadow-clad corners of the room
>”You’re awake, stud? Good, you’ll have to put up a show for our audience, how’s the connection HS?”
>You can’t see her worker drone accomplice but you can hear her
>”Shit Strychnine, but strong enough to keep a stream going, we’re already on air, say hi to our viewers”
>What does she mean on air, viewers?
>”Ooohh, great! Hello everyone! We’re just starting! This is Anon, we already have quite a few of his fluids on sale, though the conditions for shipment are a bit rough at the moment, but to make up for that we have a special show for today”
>She takes out some pink cardboard box

>>255441
>You’re able to read the label on it
>Vicious Vixen Anatomy Adapter, ribbed for his displeasure
>”Now lovelies, I’ll leave you alone with Anon here while I get this installed and remember the highest donation gets to decide what I do to him next!~”
>You understand your situation fully now
>They’re going to livestream violating you for money
>Well fuck, this is not how you imagined your career in the military
>You struggle against your restraints and manage to loosen them up a bit but it's too late
>Strychnine is back and she has the anatomy adapter installed
>It does not look inviting
>Ribbed is an understatement, you’d say barbed
>She starts getting closer, an X on her screen
>Her mouth is agape, thick saliva drooping onto the floor
>You close your eyes and hope that this will end soon
>You can feel her breath on your skin
>As you become one with your discomfort and fear, you hear a sound you became somewhat familiar with at boot camp
>The sound of a grenade launcher firing
>Confused, you open your eyes
>This turns out to be a rather poor decision as one of the flashbangs fired into the room immediately goes off
>You are blinded and dazed
>Once your sight starts returning, you realize you’re on the ground
>Despite the ringing in your ears, you can make out the sounds of gunshots reverberating in the room
>You turn your head to see Delta, Theta, and the Grunts, all of them unloading hate on your captors
>As your senses return to you more, you take in more of the unfolding situation
>Strychnine and HS are taking cover behind a few oil barrels, occasionally returning small arms fire
>You can see HS take out an EMP grenade, but before she can pull the pin on it, Elena Kool-Aid Mans her way through the wall behind them
>The two rogue drones start running towards a nearby vent to escape, weaving between junk scattered around the room to use as cover
>Phi emerges from behind Elena and chases them, while Elena herself makes her way to you
>Once she reaches you, Elena cuts your restraints and helps you stand up
>During this time Phi’s pursuit wasn’t enough
>The pink pair made it to the vent
>But before Strychnine can enter it, Y lunges out, pinning her to the ground
>HS ignores her partner in crime and jumps into the vent
>Before she can disappear in it, however, Phi grabs her by the foot
>Phi attempts to drag the worker out of the vent, but in an act of desperation HS pulls the pin on the EMP grenade, temporarily disabling herself and Phi
>In the meantime, Y is brawling with her opponent on the ground, just as she’s about to go in for the kill with her tail, Strychnine turns one of her hands into a rocket launcher and aims it at Y
>Y just barely manages to knock the armed hand aside, but only after Strychnine fires
>The rocket is sent flying into the middle of the room, directly at you
>Time begins to slow down for you
>The rocket is at most two meters away from you
>There is nothing you can do
>Elena tries to put herself in the path of the rocket
>She’s close, so she will most likely succeed
>That won’t change much though, when that thing explodes you’re both gone
>You close your eyes again and wait for the end
>Well, life was fun while it lasted, shame it has to end now of all times
>You hope it won’t be too painful
>…
>Wow, this is taking long…
>You open your eyes again
>You’re alive
>So is Elena
>And there doesn’t seem to be any sign of an explosion
>Everyone has their heads turned towards you with faces filled with shock and fear
>Using this opportunity, Strychnine cuts off the hand Y was holding her by and escapes into the vent, scooping up HS on the way
>You move towards Elena’s front to see what happened
>Your face quickly matches everyone else’s expression as you see the state of things
>Elena is slouched down on the floor, the rocket is currently embedded in her chest
>A dud
>Elena herself seems to be unbothered with the current state of things
>Adrenaline begins to fade from your body and you need to sit down
>Elena herself is the first to break the silence of the room
>“Are you alright, Anon? I hope no stray bullet hit you”
>You’re fine, but that explosive in her chassis is making you concerned