/md/ - Murder Drones

>>280298
>You try to collect yourself
>You feel terrible you’re extremely fatigued, sore, and cold
>Yesterday night… No…
>That was just a dream, right?
>You touch your neck
>You recoil in pain as soon as your hand touches your skin
>…Fuck
>You get up and try to walk to the mirror in your room
>You can barely stand
>As you move, your clock draws your attention
>10:30 am
>You’ve overslept
>Good thing there’s no morning muster
>But you definitely missed breakfast
>You give yourself a look in the mirror
>Two red holes in your neck one on either side
>Yep, yesterday happened and…
>It didn’t feel that bad…
>You sit down on your bed and begin to think
>It all happened so fast, so suddenly
>Losing what must have been a lot of blood was really the worst part
>And the things they did to your… “rifle”
>Your contemplation is cut short by a knock on your door
>It’s the grunts
“Anon, sir, Squad Leader Elena requests your presence”
>For some reason, all of them look at you funny
>One of them has her mouth agape
>You think she’s salivating
>A worker drone walks by your door, turns its head toward you, and whistles
>Only now do you feel the breeze
>You’re still naked
>You try to close your door in a panic
>You manage to close it, but since it was wide open, you accidentally push one of the grunts into your room
>A few stressed grunts and murmurs leave your mouth as you try to say something
>The drone just stands before you, staring at your “weapon”
>You stare right back, your face red like the surface of Mars
>After a while of this awkward stare-down where you don’t get any eye contact the drone makes the first move
>The grunt pokes the “barrel” of your “weapon”
>What the fuck
>You’re too stunned to do anything
>Poke
>Poke
>Poke
>For some reason, that’s enough to extend your “barrel”
>The drone’s shocked expression somehow grows even more bewildered
“WOW, it’s so…”
>The drone is stunned again, basking in the shadow cast upon its screen
>You snap back and start reaching for your drawer to put some clothes on
>Before you can, the grunt reaches for your “weapon” again
>Boing
>Your “barrel” flops up and down
>You stare at the drone, fear filling your heart
>You stop short of starting another staring match you’ll inevitably lose once you notice it’s already 11 am
>Doing your best to ignore the peeper grunt you accidentally invited into your room, you suit up
>You’re about to leave, but the grunt is still just standing there
>It’s unresponsive to your voice or your hand waving in front of its head
>You decide it’s your turn to do the poking
>A few taps on its screen, and it snaps out of its haze
>Finally, you leave your room and head toward the storage bay
>Your escorting grunts are making this trip very uncomfortable
>The grunt that came out of your room with you has been running its mouth, regaling the rest of the squad and every drone you pass with tall tales of your “equipment”
>“It’s a titanic armor-piercing weapon…”
>That’s flattering, but…
>“It could skewer me…”
>You’d have trouble walking if that were the case
>“It punctured a sheet of 2mm-thick steel…”
>That DID NOT happen! And that’s impossible (without augmentations)
>Enduring your walk of shame, you reach the storage room
>Elena is standing near a shelf close to the entrance, writing something in a notebook
>She stops when she notices you
>“Anon! You’re here! Good to see you Have you slept well? I got kinda worried when you didn’t leave your room for breakfast”
>You are… very tired
“Oh, I’m sure you are Y and her lot made sure to flaunt what they did to you before they left”
>Y, Phi, Theta, and Delta left already?
“Their patrol started at 0600 hours”
>Huh You didn’t get a chance to say bye and now they’re gone for a week
“Exactly It’ll be just me and you~”
>A few forced coughs sound off behind you
“Oh right! And you guys how could I forget about my loyal kill team?”
>They’re all gone…
>…You didn’t say anything to them before they left…
>Why does it feel so bad?
“Are you alright, Anon? Is something bothering you?”
>Well, you’re not sure what to do now that your charges are out on patrol Are you just gonna walk around the base until something breaks so you can fix it?

>>283226
“You could do that, but as long as the base is on high alert that’s a bad idea, you’ll be just putting yourself at risk of getting kidnapped again”
>So what, you just sit on your ass until someone comes over needing something fixed?
>No, well, yes but you wont need to wait until someone tells you to fix something, check your PDA, there should be a log of things that need the attention of a technician”
>Oh, right, you forgot you have this thing you didn’t really have the time to fiddle with it these past few days
>You check the log, maybe work would make you feel better?
>Nope, nothing
“Uhm… well, how about you help me run an inventory check for now? I’m sure something will come up eventually”
>Sure, not like you’ve got anything better to do
“Oh, and Anon, I picked up some leftovers from breakfast for you”
>That’s nice food should make you feel better
>Blood sausage with onion
>It’s a bit cold now, but it sure as hell beats going hungry until dinner
>After you finish eating, you join Elena in her work
>You check how many spare drone parts are left in storage
>How much oil is still in the tanks
>How many oil ration packs are left
>Weird there’s one missing dissembler arm with no matching requisition paper
>Ehh, it’s just one part, probably got lost in storage somewhere
>After that, Elena begins to fill out order forms for things that need to be restocked
>You check the PDA to see if there are any new issues that need fixing
>Nope
>Great, what now?
>You begin to think about Y and her squad again
>Suddenly, as if on cue, all the lights in the room go out
>You stand in darkness, illuminated only by Elena’s screen
>Well, you’ve got your thing that needs fixing and it looks like it’s a big one
“Oh, Anon, this is probably the transformers acting up again The thing’s been on the fritz for two weeks now”
>That’s not that far away at least you won’t have to wander around in the darkness much
>As you leave the room, you expect the grunts to form up around you and illuminate the corridors, but that doesn’t happen
>Where are the grunts?
“Uhhh… They had to go to a live-fire exercise They’re probably still at the range”
>Nothing that can be done about that you’ll go with just Elena tagging along
>You stay close to Elena, who acts like a mobile floodlight for you
“Anon, we should hold hands, otherwise we might get separated if something happens”
>Sure
>You grab her hand
>She quickly tightens her grip around yours and interlocks her fingers with yours
>She begins pulling you closer to herself
>You still feel cold due to blood loss, so you can’t complain about her warm chassis being in contact with you
>Around the halfway mark to the transformer room, the backup generator kicks in and bathes the base in the red of the emergency lights
>You remain in contact with Elena despite the fact that you can see where you’re going without her help now
>You stand before the doors to the power transformer room The electric lock is non-operational, and the manual override must be used
>You pop open the service panel on the door and try to turn the override lever
>This thing is rusted to hell and back it won’t budge
>You place both your hands on the lever and attempt to turn it with all your might
>This yields no effect, as the lever remains unmoved
“Let me try this, Anon”
>You take a step back and watch as Elena grabs the lever
>With one twist of her wrist, she rips it from the override mechanism
“Damn it!”
>Before you can even suggest trying to reattach the lever, Elena crushes it in her hand, breaking it into two pieces
>Well, now you need to find another way to get inside
>A quick look around reveals a conveniently placed service shaft on one of the walls of the transformer room
>The lever opening this one isn’t even eaten by rust to the point of being non-operational
>You open the hatch on the door and look into the shaft
>This passage is quite claustrophobic
>It was made with worker drones in mind you’ll fit, but you’ll have to crawl No way Elena is getting in
“You go on right in, Anon… I’ll stay right here”
>Elena gives you a weak smile
“Just remember to yell if you need anything”
>You nod and begin crawling through the shaft
>You squeeze your way into the room
>No emergency lighting here

>>283227
>You search your toolbox with what little light seeps through the maintenance shaft
>You find a small flashlight it doesn’t illuminate much, but it will have to do
>You start investigating what exactly happened to knock the whole power grid offline
>You pass the jammed door during your examination
>You can hear Elena from the other side
>It’s like she’s mumbling something to herself
>Something about a “damned blue-balling blast door”
>…
>You yell as loud as you can, asking if everything’s alright on the other side
“Augeugue… YES! Everything’s fine, I’m just… very worried that something might happen to you while you’re in there… alone, in a remote and quiet place”
>Kinda weird that she mentions this, but fair
>You take a few steps and see the most likely culprit of this blackout
>There’s a piece of rebar stuck in an important-looking panel
>You look around and see a vent without its cover on
>You call out to Elena again, informing her about this most likely sabotage
“Oh, just be careful, Anon… it sure would be a lot more convenient if I was there with you to protect you…”
>You can hear a combination of giggling and crying from behind the door
>Alright… not worrying at all
>You set down your toolbox and begin inspecting the damage on the transformer more closely
>In this moment, you realize you’ve bitten off more than you can chew
>You’re a drone technician, not a system repairman
>Sure, you technically know how this thing works or at least an approximation of how it works but you don’t have any hands-on experience with anything that’s not a drone
>Also, shouldn’t you be wearing an arc suit for this?
>In your desire to take your mind off your situation with Y and her squad, you’ve embarked on a real fool’s errand
>You sigh and begin to slowly move away from the broken machine before it decides to send a billion kilojoules into your body
>Then you hear it
>The sound of two stiletto feet tapping the floor behind you
>Elena?
>No, you’d hear the door opening behind you
>The footsteps are closer and closer
>You turn off your flashlight
>There is a faint pink light shining behind you
>Fuck
“Alright, Stud, the last two times were strictly business, but I’ve been getting real worked up since our last meeting. How about you help me blow off some steam?”
>That voice is like a nail on a chalkboard for you
>Strychnine
>You remain still
“What? A sentinel got your tongue?”
>She moves a bit closer
“That’s right, just let it happen~”
>She takes one more step towards you
>Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck
>Alright, now or never, she only has one arm
>You slowly reach for the heaviest wrench in your toolbox
>You can feel her breathing on your neck
>You don’t like it
>When Phi was doing the same yesterday, you could at least feel some passion in it
>She was doing it because she couldn’t contain herself and was expressing her feelings subconsciously
>Or at least that’s how your training makes you interpret it
>Strychnine is like a wild animal sniffing its fresh kill
>As you feel she’s about to move in for the kill, you move
>In one fluid burst, you stand up, turn around, and swing your wrench
>You hear the sound of broken glass as your wrench connects with something most likely Strychnine’s head
>You turn your flashlight back on
>The rogue dissembler took a few steps back, and she’s looking at the floor, holding her screen
>This pink freak isn’t as good as she thinks she is
>Your momentary overconfidence is shattered by maniacal laughter coming from the drone in front of you
>She shifts her gaze from the floor to you
>Suddenly your surprise attack is a lot less impressive
>Her screen is cracked, yes, but the crack is so minuscule it can’t be called anything more than cosmetic
>Right, only workers don’t get reinforced bulletproof screens
>And other than that, she suffered no damage
>Oh, and she has two arms again
>The one that was missing is a different color than her other, though
>The missing disassembler arm!
>She swiped it!
>You assume a defensive posture and begin to slowly back away towards the service tunnel
“OH, LOVER BOY!”

>>283228
>The X on Strychnine’s screen is big, bright, and pointed directly at you
“SO YOU’RE GOING TO FIGHT BACK? GREAT! IT’S WAY MORE FUN WHEN I TAKE IT BY FORCE!”
>She lunges at you
>You sidestep her attack
>She tumbles forward and turns around
>You consider your options
>In front of you is an angry, horny DD that is a lot quicker and stronger than you, and she’s blocking your only way out of here
>Alright, Anon, the only way out is through
>You raise your wrench and look at your opponent
>She’s slowly crawling on the floor towards you
>Still giggling
>Saliva slowly drips from her mouth and onto the floor
>Motivated by fear, you reconsider your nifty ideas of fighting your way out
>Your fear, it seems, was felt by your opponent
“What? Getting cold feet? Oh, don’t tap out now, I’m just getting started”
>She is going to lunge again soon
>You need to do something quick
>You’ve got it!
>You begin yelling as loud as you can, asking Elena for help
>Thankfully, she heard you
“Anon! Are you alright? Who’s in there with you!?”
>Strychnine really didn’t like you calling for help
>She lunges again you barely manage to back up
>After that, she attacks with her tail, the stinger nearly missing your chest as you dodge to the side
“BAD MOVE, LOVER BOY! I dislike threesomes, especially with big girls who are full of themselves”
>You can hear Elena clawing, punching, and kicking the door, but it’s no use they’re meant to block explosions Even a sentinel won’t be able to get through
>Strychnine got back on her feet; she switched her tactic from lunging to punching
>You manage to block one punch with your wrench, another you dodge, same for the third one
>As she is about to throw another, you swing your wrench again
>The smile on her face widens as she sees you swing
>You notice the glint of a stinger in the corner of your eye
>You manage to drop your wrench and stop her tail injector from contacting your body by grabbing it with both hands
>She’s trying to move it forward it takes all your might to keep it from moving
>As you focus on holding onto the tail, Strychnine suddenly begins moving it towards herself, pulling you with it
>As she does, she throws a low punch aimed at your stomach that you can’t react to
>The punch connects as you impale yourself on her fist
>The pain is sharp; you fall to the floor
>You’re on your knees, gasping for air
>You place a hand on your stomach and then bring it to your face
>No blood, no blood
>You reach for the wrench lying next to you and attempt to stand up
“Still got fight left in you? Good, that means you won’t break easily once I have my way”
>You can hear Elena yelling from the other side of the door
“HEY YOU, WORKER DRONE! HELP ME GET THIS DAMNED DOOR OPEN!”
>You cough up some blood and stand up
>Your legs are shaky, and your vision blurs
>You don’t have to win just survive until reinforcements get here
>It looks like Strychnine also knows this, her wicked smile briefly turned into a grimace
>She walked up to the broken panel and ripped the piece of rebar out of it
“Well, hun, it seems I’m going to break more bones than just the pelvis, nothing personal”
>You brace yourself as she swings the piece of steel at you
>You try to block it with your wrench, but it turns out to be a bad idea
>The force of the swing knocks the tool out of your hands
>Disarmed and in desperation, you charge at your opponent, attempting to throw yourself at her
>She looks amused by your attack
>She raises one of her arms at you
>She swapped her hand for a rocket launcher
>Crazy bi…
>The weapon fires
>No rocket comes out, instead confetti and glitter stream from the launcher, directly into your face
>Fuck, there had to be some spark powder or something there
>Your eyes burn like hell, this hurts worse than tear gas training
>As you hold your face in pain, Strychnine lunges at you one final time
>This time she hits and pins you to the floor
>She bends the piece of rebar into a U shape and penetrates the floor with both ends in such a way that they hold you in place

>>283230
>After this, you hear the blast doors open
>Both you and the pink disassembler look at the now open doorway
>You can barely see anything due to the random bullshit stuck in your eyes, but you can just make out Elena’s silhouette and the silhouette of the worker drone beside her
>Wait, that drone, a nurse’s cap, pink eyes?
>That’s Healene
>Before you can warn Elena, the worker produces some device from her pocket and strikes her in the thigh with it
>A few brilliant flashes emerge from it as the sound of discharging electricity fills the air
>Elena falls to the floor, limp and with a black screen
>Healene comes over to Strychnine
“This one again? I think he likes us~”
>They both laugh as you try to reach out to Elena’s lifeless body
“Thanks, H, for a moment I thought I was a goner, that sentinel looked pissed off”
“Don’t mention it, the Union loves boasting about their greatest soldiers, yet they don’t even have EMP shielding, can you believe that?”
>Their laughter rings in your ears
>You shift your eyes from poor Elena to your third-time assailants
“So, what are we gonna do with him? It’s gonna take a while to set up cameras again”
>Strychnine sits down on your stomach and begins to caress your face
“I’m gonna have some fun with him~ Drain him until he’s dry”
“Just remember to record, POV shots like this will be worth a fortune”
“Sure thing, hey, why don’t you bring that sentinel cow a bit closer? If we put cuckquean (Sentinel) in the tags, it will be more popular”
“Good idea”
>You look at the pink worker, then at Elena
>Or at least the place where Elena last was
>She’s gone
>Healene looks absolutely terrified
“ST… we’ve got a prob…”
>Before she finishes, both of her hands fall off her body and onto the floor
>Oil begins leaking from the holes where her arms used to be as Healene falls to her knees
>Behind her stands an ominous tall figure, bathing the scene in blue light from her screen and sensors
>It’s Elena
>And she’s not offline, thank god Sentinels can reboot this fast
“Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit!”
>Strychnine attempts to get off you and jump into the vent, but it’s too late
>Elena manages to grab her by the arms
>Strychnine attempts to struggle and break free
>Elena will not let this happen
>It’s like watching a bear fight with a dog
>The “fight” isn’t even remotely fair
>Strychnine attempts to fight back with her tail
>Elena intercepts it with her own tail, breaking the stinger off
>After that, things get messy
>Elena begins ripping limbs off Strychnine like a sadistic girl playing with a doll
>She goes slow, tearing off each segment of a limb before moving on to the next
>The noise, oh god, the noise
>Strychnine’s screams, Elena’s thirsting laughter, the slow dripping of oil onto the floor, quiet sobbing from Healene
>For a few moments, this soundscape and the unbridled show of violence is all you know
>But eventually, it stops
>The violence at least
>The screams and laughter stop, the sobbing of the worker continues, the disassembler is in complete silence, a mixture of pain and agony on her face
>Elena, who is currently holding Strychnine by the neck, drops her to the ground, the nugget of a disassembler falls with a thump
>She spits on the floor and turns around
>She rips the bent rebar from the floor and begins hugging you
“Are you alright, Anon? You’re not hurt, are you?”
>You attempt to respond, but her hug is once again squeezing the air out of you
>Thankfully this one doesn’t last long, Strychnine’s pained cries were heard throughout the base, >there is a small crowd of drones in the doorway
>Though you wouldn’t mind it lasting longer if it wasn’t breaking your ribs
>Elena breaks the hug and begins to talk with the Commander’s secretary, who no doubt came here to see why the power was out
>After a while, Healene and Strychnine get bound and taken away, though after what Elena did, that is a bit pointless
>A group of worker drones begins to fix the transformer, while another group with a stretcher begins to carry you to the infirmary
>Elena attempts to follow but is stopped by the secretary
>The doctor gives you a general physical examination

>>283231
>You’re a bit bruised, and you have a hard time explaining where 40% of your blood went, but other than that, you’re not seriously wounded
>You leave the med bay to see Elena waiting for you outside
“Anon! I’m glad to see you’re well! Come, the commander’s secretary wants to see you”
>You and Elena enter the commander’s office; the man himself is nowhere to be found
>His drone secretary sits behind his desk and gestures for you to sit
>You ask where the commander is
>Apparently, it’s his midday nap time
>He slept through the whole blackout
“But we’re not here to talk about when and why I tell Commander Lucas to go to sleep, let’s talk about the situation in the power transformer room”
>Oh yeah, wait, she tells the commander what to do?
>The two intruders are currently being held captive near one of the exits
>An enforcer transport shuttle has already been called; they’ll pick them up either this evening or tomorrow morning
>All that’s left is to find all of their stashes of contraband and compile all evidence of the crimes they committed while here
>Mostly the attempt to poison the water supply and the sabotage of the base’s power grid
>Elena looks uncomfortable when the secretary mentions the second thing
“Actually, there is a camera in that room; let’s see what it caught before the power cut out”
>Elena looks really uncomfortable now
>The secretary’s eyes first widen, then narrow, then move from the screen to Elena
>Digital sweat falls from Elena’s face as she fiddles with her fingers
“Logistics Officer Elena, why did a group of ten grunt drones stick rebar in the base’s primary power transformer, a group that, if I remember correctly, you assumed control of?”
>Elena attempts fruitlessly to make herself smaller in the chair as she responds
“Because I ordered them to”
>The secretary sighs
“Why?”
>Elena laughs nervously for a second
“So I could go there with Anon…”
>The secretary looks bewildered
>They both speak at the same time
“To ambush the intruders?”
“…To have a make-out se…”
>Elena looks at the secretary, laughs nervously again, and resumes
“Yes, to ambush the intruders, I ordered the grunts to sabotage the reactor so we could ambush them, yes, I had no ulterior motives at all, hehe…”
>The secretary looks daggers at Elena for a while, with a mixed expression, before cheering up
“Ahh, Elena, you maverick, you really didn’t change one bit You could at least tell me about your harebrained ideas before you try them”
>Elena breathes a sigh of relief
“So I’m not in trouble?”
>The secretary gives her a wide smile and shakes her head
“Elena, you caused damage to a critical piece of infrastructure and endangered Anon, you are in trouble”
>Elena grimaces
“But I’ll think of a punishment later, and you did capture the intruders, so you have that in your favour”
>She then turns to you
“Automated Combatant Overseer Anon”
>You brace yourself for whatever talking-down you’re about to receive
“Excellent job”
>Yeah, figures… wait, what?
“Your work record is short, but you’ve proven yourself to be reliable and hardworking, not to mention coming out of a fight with a disassembler drone with only superficial injuries”
>You’re a bit confused
“As such, I feel it appropriate to promote you to Specialist Automated Combatant Overseer”
>Wait, really? This fast? You’ve only been here a couple of days
>Elena cuts in; she almost jumps in her chair once she hears the rank
“Anon, this promotion is mostly just additional responsibilities You’ll get a slight pay rise, but not much more”
>Ah, you knew it sounded too good
>The secretary is not amused
“Elena, shut up. You speak when spoken to, unless you want to help the workers mop the floors for the foreseeable future”
>Elena does the drone equivalent of biting her lip
“Thought so. Anon, yes, your new position will not be much more glamorous than your current one, but it’s crucial to the base’s operation, and it’s a necessary step for you to progress further up the ladder. As such, I do believe you will make the wise decision and accept this promotion”

>>283232
>You need to think about this What sort of responsibilities?
“Uhh, you will be performing critical additional maintenance on crucial peripheral infrastructure”
>That’s a lot of corporate-style buzzwords for a military role…
“You will also get additional days off! How about we start today, and you cab also take tomorrow off? You should rest up after what happened today”
>Well, you’re a bit short on things to do around here when Y and her squad aren’t around
>…You could also just help out Elena while they’re gone; she genuinely cares for you
>Y, Phi, Theta, Delta, Elena, the grunts…
>Damn it, you have a lot of people you suddenly care and think about
>You look at Elena, forgetting she’s under a gag order right now
>She looks at you with deadpan eyes for a second before beginning to display text on her screen
“Anon, no, don’t accept this promotion, you will be…”
>Before the next line appears, a sheet of paper covers up Elena’s screen
“Pay no mind to our risky gambit-maker here, she just can’t wait to start doing janitor work”
>Elena crumples the piece of paper and looks at the floor, avoiding eye contact with the secretary
>…
>Will she go easy on Elena if you take this promotion?
>Elena’s face lights up, she attempts to protest but she is immediately threatened with another piece of paper
“Uhmm… Sure, why not, but you’re starting your new duties immediately after you rest up”
>Deal
“Great I’m glad you took the offer”
>Elena looks shocked, she tries to regain composure but is mostly unsuccessful
>You look at her and smile
>She pouts for a moment then goes through a whole collage of emotions
>You can see anger, confusion, sadness and finally something approaching happiness on her screen
>She moves her hand slowly towards you attempting to grab one of yours, she is however interrupted before she can finish the motion
“You two lovebirds can finish this up later, Anon you’re dismissed, you can go now, Elena you stay, we’re going to discuss your punishment”
>Elena stands up in shock
“Isn’t Anon’s promotion punishment enough?”
>The secretary responds in a tone that barely contains her anger
“Do you know how expensive repairing that transformer was!? You should! You order the spare parts!”
>Elena slumps back into the chair
>You slowly stand up and begin to leave the room
>Elena glances at you a few times before you leave
>You don’t notice, you’re busy wrestling with your own thoughts
>Love birds?
>You and Elena?
>You’ve certainly become fast friends but…
>Well you think you have a thing with Y and the others now…
>I mean the way she looked at you in the transformer room… she…
>No she doesn’t think about you like…
>…
>… No there’s no denying it is there?
>She thinks about you like that
>You’re confused
>Your head hurts the longer you think about it, and that feeling in your chest and gut, like something’s splitting you in half
>Your pondering stops abruptly once something, or rather someone bumps into you
>It’s the grunts
>Well, you finally found them, where have they been anyway?
“Logistics Officer Elena ordered us to search for a USB to 360-volt crossover cable, we’ve been searching for the past two hours, we’re moving onto the lower levels of the base”
>A what now?
>Wow, she really sent them out on a wild goose chase just to be alone with you
>You better stop them before they get themselves and Elena in more trouble
“What do you mean such a thing doesn’t exist? Our squad leader told us to find it! She’s a Sentinel drone she can’t be wrong!”
>Oh wow, getting through to them will take a while
>Thankfully you won’t have to do that
>Elena leaves the commander’s office
>The grunts immediately flock around her and report
”Kill team Elena reporting! We have sabotaged the transformer as ordered, still haven’t found that cable though”
>A few drones turn their heads as they pass
>Elena isn’t pleased with her underlings’ enthusiasm
“Yes, yes you did, but did you have to smash a piece of rebar into it?”
>The grunts give Elena a few smug smiles and begin to high-five amongst each other
“We’ve considered just turning it off and hiding the reboot lever, but we found that rebar on our way there and really wanted to use it, we also considered shooting it afterwards but we forgot to take any ammo”
>Elena’s screen begins to flicker as she looks at her grunts
>Looks like she’s about to snap

>>283233
>Or maybe not
>She sighs and eases up
“Alright you guys, let’s go, you’ll help me with one more thing today”
>You attempt to follow but Elena stops you
>You give her a questioning look, doesn’t she want help?
“Anon… you really should go rest, you’ve done enough for me today, I have to search the base for any contraband these pink clowns left behind, it’s gonna take a while”
>Fine…
>You say your goodbyes and part ways
>As you walk to the canteen you hear an announcement from the base’s intercom system
“Attention everyone, the intruders have been apprehended, I repeat the intruders have been apprehended, the base is no longer in a state of emergency, every drone is instructed to return to their normal everyday tasks, human personnel no longer requires additional safety procedures”
>The reaction to this information is mixed
>The few humans you pass are absolutely overjoyed, shouting and cheering
>The drones are a lot less enthusiastic
>Most of them started booing and jeering once the announcement ended
>Well, that’s that
>You mostly go on with your day as normal
>You eat dinner, read up on a few drone repair/operation manuals, take your icy shower and go to bed
>The next day you awake at 8 am
>It still feels weird to not have anything to do
>Now you won’t get in trouble for slacking but you’re restless
>You decide to go see Elena after breakfast
>You enter the storage bay to see it staffed by three grunt drones
>You ask where Elena went
”She’s with the commander’s secretary, they’ve been filing reports with the enforcers and then they started talking about doing something with the confiscated items, not sure what, she told us to hold the fort until she returns”
>Well damn, what now?
>You wander around the base for a while
>Eventually you find a room labeled: “Away team comms uplink”
>Oh and a worker drone just opened the door
>It looks at you like he just saw a unicorn
“Oh! Mister technician! I’m so glad you’re here! I think I’m overheating”
>That sounds… serious, you’re technically off work right now but, eh why not and you have an idea
>You clean the worker until his insides are spotless
>Wow, he wasn’t that clogged up yet he still had to reboot once you were done, and it’s taking quite a while, you should write down his serial number to check back on him later
>Well, since the operator can’t do much about you right now, why don’t you give the comms console a go
>You inspect the console and the options it gives you, after a while you find the list of units in range
SD-H-8305147
SD-Q-1337456
SD-Y-2030302
>There she is
>You select her identifier and press “establish connection”
>The console begins to make horrible dial-up adjacent noises
>After a while they stop and you hear a faint voice clouded behind static
“Base? Dis is Serial Designation Y reporting, new directives?”
>You grab a nearby microphone and attempt to say hello
“Base? You’re breaking up, I can’t hear you”
>Ah shucks, you need to tune this thing
>You fiddle with a few sliders and try again
“Base? Base, you der? Did something happen? Are ve to return early?”
>Well, you can hear Y a lot better now, hope she can hear you
“Anon!? Vat are you doing in ze comms room?”
>You’ve got a favor from one of the operators, but does she have time to chat
Oh, yes, yes, I do say, how are tings in ze base? You’re protected in zat room, ja?”
>You explain that the intruders have been dealt with
“Zat’s great news! Shame I couldn’t put a bullet in ze screen of zat pink unter… ehem, I’m glad zey’re gone.”
>You might as well get one thing off your chest right now
“Hey, Y, sorry for not saying bye when you were leaving, and I hope you guys aren’t still mad at me”
>There is silence for a moment
“Anon, are you dumb? Ve vere never mad at you! At zat sentinel? Ve vere all furious! But you? Ve vere just… a bit frustrated, nothing serious.”
>You’re glad to hear that, but uh, maybe they could try to get along with Elena a bit more
“Anon… do you VANT me to be mad at you?”
>No, no, just you care about everybody and you don’t want to see them going at each other’s throats

>>283234
“Uhh, Anon, I cannot say if you’re zat innocent or just a playboy or both… Fffine, but if she talks shit about us…”
>Thanks, Y, you’re the best
“Yes, I am, but I cannot make any promises for my squad. You vill have to talk to zem about zis yourself”
>You’re sure they’ll follow their leader’s example
“Oh, stop it, you’re making me blush”
>Oh, and one more thing, you’ve got promoted
“I-… really? Already? Specialist? Anon, zat’s great news! I cannot vait to…”
>Y begins to break up
“Anon, ve’re entering a snowstorm. It’s going to knock our communications out for a vhile. Hear you later, hope to see you soon.”
>Bye, Y
>Just static now
>Damn it, you wanted to chat a bit longer
>You should leave this room anyway, the worker drone is close to rebooting
>You think about what Y said
>She sounded very happy about your promotion
>Very much unlike Elena
>And “hope to see you soon”?
>They’ll be back in 5 days, not much anyone can do to speed this up
>Just what are those additional duties you’ll be performing?
>Something to think about as you continue your day
>You’ve returned to your room after dinner to check your tools, just in case
>Tomorrow is a big day, you think
>You’re not sure what you’ll need, so better make sure everything’s in good shape
>Suddenly you hear a knock on your door
>You open the door and see a familiar figure standing in the doorway
>It’s Elena! Is she done with the search? You still have some time today if she wants to do something
>She just kinda stands there for a while, giving you an awkward smile
“Heyyyy… Anon… nice to see you… how has your day been?”
>Good, you’ve managed to get in contact with Y and talk with her a bit
“Oh… you did? Well, good for her…”
>There’s a hint of sadness in her voice
>You really should talk about getting along with Y and the others
>Before you can get to that, you notice something push Elena from behind
>It’s the grunts all ten of them, gathered in a half-circle around Elena
>She turns around and begins talking with the grunts
>They talk in hushed tones, you can’t make out what exactly, but you catch something about “commencing with the spearhead assault”
>Uhhhh… and why is Elena hiding her tail tip in her hands?
>Elena sighs and turns around, her tail tip still covered by her hands
“Anon~ dear, can we come inside?”
>Sure, it’ll be a bit cramped with everyone inside
>You guess she has something private she wants to discuss?
>Everyone enters your room, which is now extremely crowded
>Elena and the grunts stare at you like hungry dogs at a filled bowl
>You can see the desire in their screens
>So… what do they want from you?
“Why don’t you sit down, Anon?”
>Sure…
>You attempt to go toward the chair, but the grunts stop you
>They gently nudge you toward the bed
>You sit down on the bed and give them a confused look
>They just smile at you
>Right then…
>Elena begins to lean over your bed
>Oh, she’s no longer hiding her tail…
>What is that?
>Her tail spike is gone
>In its place is some sort of big gray cylinder
>Hey It has a soft looking hole thingy… on the bottom
>Is that a…
>Surprised Anon? Found this thing alongside other gifts the pink wenches left us, we’ve decided that giving them over to enforcers or destroying them would be a waste”
>Wow, wow wait a second, wont this get her in more trouble?
>The Secretary? She agreed, picked one herself, told me to stash the rest in the back of the storage room, called them a good incentive”
>She begins to slowly undress
>Uhhhhhhhhhm…………
>You’re not sure if you should…
>You don’t want to… why? Don’t you like me?”
>No, no you like her a lot it’s just that you…
>Like Y more?”
>No, you don’t you’re just not…
>You don’t have to lie to me, you’ve made your choice, I-i can respect that…”
>She begins backing off
>She has a weak smile on her face but you can see she’s hurting
>You feel that you have to act now
>You grab her by the arm
>Anon!? What are you…”
>You pull her in and kiss her
>Elena is confused at first but after a while she leans in and kisses you back
>The grunts begin to quietly cheer as you kiss

>>283235
>After a while you stop, a thin line of saliva connects your mouths for a while before dispersing
>You like both her and Y, and Theta, and Delta, Phi, the Grunts
>Elena takes this moment to steal the initiative from you
>She pushes you onto your bed
>Anon, you’re an indecisive greedy man”
>Those words make you feel ashamed, your face would get red if it wasn’t already
>But I trust you have what it takes to make it work”
>Thank you?
>By now the grunts have made themselves known again
>They begin to get on the bed and swarm you
>The frame creeks as they begin taking your clothes off
>They have difficulty with your buttons and belt as such they grope your body awkwardly
>But eventually they render you naked
>Elena wraps her tail around her hips in such a way that the anatomy adapter is placed in a position similar to its biological counterpart
>You struggle not to laugh
>Oh, cmon! This was the only plug and play one! I wanted this to be a surprise!”
>She begins to puff up, you use this moment to turn the table and gently push her down
>She lets out an eep as she falls
>The grunts move in and begin to held her legs to keep them spread
>You move forward and place your hands on Elena’s shoulders
>Both she and the grunts begin making excited whimpers
>You slowly push your hips forward and slowly insert yourself into the soft synthetic hole
>All drones present begin to moan in pleasure
>You look down on Elena a bit confused to the collective reaction
>Ah, it can work wirelessly Anon~ But the range is a bit limited”
>Well, that’s interesting
>You start to slowly thrust your hips
>Your movements are met with a symphony of pleasured moans
>Each move forward reaching an ever higher pitch
>Each move backwards building anticipation
>You begin to quicken your pace
>You penetrate deep into the adapter, causing your movements to emit wet smacks and thwacks
>The grunts who were a moment prior holding Elena in place are starting to get overwhelmed
>They can no longer keep their hold, they begin to fall and flail on the bed, a few of them falling off and onto the floor
>The eyes on Elena’s screen have been replaced by a big “<3”
>She is not as overwhelmed as the grunts, but it’s clear it’s the first time she experiences something like this
>Her breathing is heavy and irregular, you can hear the fans inside her work at full capacity
>With her legs no longer bound by grunt hands she has wrapped them around you, keeping you close to herself
>You thrust again and again and again as the moans of drones around you make sound that inform you they can only thing about one thing right now
>The grunts begin to reach for their bottom plates and rub them, in some vein attempt to expedite the process
>You yourself feel the finale approaching
>You stop for a moment
>This sudden break is felt almost immediately
>The drones look at you their screens filled with lust and impatience
>Their processors are still bogged down with stimuli you provided, giving them precious little processing power to speak
>As they begin to regain enough composure to start forming a question about your sudden stop you take a deep breath and begin the final crescendo
>You thrust as deep and as fast as you can
>This has taken them by surprise
>Their half formed questions are nipped in the bud as the air is filled with moans once more
>You can feel this is the last stretch, you lean in and kiss Elena
>And…
>Release
>You can hear the pleasure filled cries of the grunts around you, one after another, the coda of this symphony

Cringe deposit complete it is done for now again, I shall take my leave, I'm truly sorry to anyone who tires to compile this, and as always I hope you guys enjoy

Time to get pregnant 🤰🏼

My idea of human au names
Naruto
Jujutsu
VanPiece
Cynocyber

>>283047
Kek, nice! Great news, itanon! How long have you been learning 3D rendering?

Post autism

where magma

>>283247
Drone autism or any?

>>283249
*plaps*

>>283221
"Neon cyberpunk" is absolutely retrofuturistic. It's a shallow pastiche of what people in the 80s and early 90s thought the future would be, usually with tech from that era shoved in for memberberries. Someone in the last thread called Alien reto-futurism and that is complete bullshit. Alien is just normal futuristic, because it was made by people who had a specific idea of what the future would be at their point in time. They weren't trying to ape the look of some old thing to invoke nostalgia. They were just designing what made sense to them.

Furthermore, when you're telling a story about the future, you can just make up whatever the fuck you want, especially if you're writing a story set OVER A THOUSAND YEARS AWAY FROM THE PRESENT. The setting of Murder Drones is as far from us as we are from the age of Viking invasions, so Liam's vision of the future shows a serious lack of imagination.

>>283245
I remember when people thought I was 7sinners

>>283243
That doesn't look like a pregnant belly. It just looks like a water balloon sloshing about.

Claiming N before anyone else

привет.

more activity this week than last, has anydroney else noticed this?

>>283254
Sorry, this is Y's beer belly, Anon impregnated her so she would stop drinking, he know she will choose the good of the child before hedonistic release

>>283252
I think you're being a bit pedantic, but also not really wrong. I'm pretty sure people do just use retro-futurism as a terms for aesthetic of the 80s-90s sci-fi nowadays. Plus I don't think Aliens is hard sci-fi, personally.
Though I do agree that the setting feels a bit lazy, I did enjoy the Elliot's manor environment and other bunch of wacky stuff like USB crucifix.

>>283262
> Plus I don't think Aliens is hard sci-fi, personally.
Nigger, no one said anything about hard sci-fi.

>>283252
But Liam needed his pop-culture and meme references

>>283263
Hard sci-fi is correlated to the overall idea of what people think the future would be like at a specific point of time though.

>>283265
Fixing crucial peripheral infrastructure, Elena knows what that means and doesn't like it

>>283266
>the overall idea of what people think the future would be like at a specific point of time
That's ALL sci-fi. Hard sci-fi is when an author goes far out of his way to adhere to current real-world science rather than inventing technology based on unproven theoretical ideas. In either case, neither of those apply to retro-futurism because retro-futurism is just "Hey look, remember this?" with no further thought.

Is Liam woke?

>>283270
No he is probably asleep right now

>>283269
I don't think most sci-fi creators think the future is gonna look like what they make.

Assembling our toddler with my wifey J ROBOTS Clip - "I'm gonna be a dad!" (2005)

>>283269
Well either way the original topic is just that anon's headcanon/justification of their own as to why the setting looks like that. We got kind of derailed here.
Also yeah what the other reply said, it depends on each story but I don't think most of them accounted for their own vision of the future.

drooba and drussy.

>>283270
No, far from it. Zero fags and nigs in his works/beautifull style are rare today, compared to what else calls itself showrunners at the time Liam is most definitely not woke, if anything the most deluded xitteroids would have issuee with lack of representation or other braincancer.

>>283271
Liam hibernation

>>283272
>I don't think most sci-fi creators think the future is gonna look like what they make.
All fiction is a representation of what the writer thinks would happen given a set of circumstances they've contrived.

>If humans could fly to other solar systems, what would happen
And what happens next depends on what the writer thinks makes sense. Some stories go a bit further with the authors asking how such a thing could happen with what they know to be possible at the time. Dune is outlandish today but lots of people in the 60s really did believe psychedelic drugs would make you psychic. Star Trek warp drives are based on an idea that's still considered somewhat plausible today (the idea that you can cheat the speed of light by moving everything else around you). Compared to the trashy sci-fi of its day, Star Trek was considered far more realistic, even if we see it as tacky today.

Obviously, something like Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy, Spaceballs, or Invader Zim isn't meant to follow any sort of logic beyond what's funny. That's not a problem, but Liam wouldn't fully commit to a comedy and clearly wanted people to take the drama in Murder Drones seriously. Unfortunately, the world of Murder Drones just comes across as lazy and uninspired if you try to take it seriously.

Most of Uzi fans are female. Men prefer J.

>>283286
True and sexy corporate wife pilled

>>283282
>>283289
Nooo, humanji can't be a jiggaboo

Good news, I have changed my specialization, effective immediately. Bad news I have lectures untill 8pm today, even worse news : I still don't have pictures of drones on my phone

>>283226
>>283227
>>283228
>>283230
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>>283234
>>283235
>>283236
A diamond! This is a real diamond, anon! Thanks for this amazing greentext!

Of all the stories, I feel the most sorry for Commander Lucas. He's clearly an old man, a veteran who fought through the entire Solver War and participated in uniting the fragments of the Federation under the banner of the Union, and all he's gotten for his service is essentially being the personal plaything of a disassembly drone bitch who fancies herself a commander and now orders him around, like taking naps and probably taking blood pressure pills.

He should be babysitting his grandchildren in his little country house on the edge of the forest, in the peace and quiet of nature, telling the younger generation stories of his exploits in the war, and not all this.

>>283251
Damn, looks awesome.

>>283257
Как жизнь двачерская?

>>283265
You know, he's a pretty good specialist, really, really good. Such personnel will definitely be useful for The New Federal Army.

>>283283
This is still amazing, anon. I'll be waiting for more greens and art.

>>283293
Glad to hear it all worked out, anon. May the Emperor protect you throughout your journey.

>>283292
Thanks for explaining
the femanons drone also had 014 in her CFL version, funnily enough

>>283294
It's not that bad, the secretary is a sentinel drone

>>283271
Go wake him up then anon

Is Liam involved in the comic?

>>283286
True I love J as well, I would work myself to the bone just to get her attention

>>283303
As far as we know, nope

>>283301
So, she's been bullying him for YEARS?!

>>283303
No, it looks like this is just Glitch's initiative.

>>283303
Np 😖❗😭

>>283303
Liam is involved in a COFFIN in the GROUND

>>283302
Sorry but when a anon woke Liam up they get eaten

>>283306
She has been his secretary even before they made her a sentinel and she's only one because of a "field promotion"

>>283312
Kek, I imagine an old man hiding from his wife to smoke some good old poperos, which the doctor forbade him for health reasons.

>>283314
All his cigarette stashes have been seized, only the last holdouts of the booze stash remain

>>283315
Grandpa isn't allowed to get drunk and smoke in his old age like he did in his youth, but he fought in the war, he has the right to rest!

>>283313
big old arcships
with mechanical insect legs

We need some more solver war greens. No I don’t mean like post war or late into the war type greens. I mean like stuff that happened early like the introduction to the disassembly drones

>>283313
Abandoned megastructures. (its cool)

Are there still human colonies out there or are they all gone?

>>283321
In the show, it looks like they were all destroyed.

>>283321
They were all destroyed but I still think human still live in small pockets hiding away from the solver

>>283323
Cool, although I always thought the ships with claws were Cyn's fault. She simply took a human ship and redesigned it in her own way, just like she did with the drones.

>>283325
I’d believe that if they had flesh in them

Anon.

>>283330
Da?

>>283329
somehow this autistic drone turned into human centipede

>>283311
Liam is a vorefag confirmed no wonder gooseworx loves Cyn so much

>>283321
it's often assumed that Cyn wiped out all of humanity, and at the very least she destroyed every major colony going off of her little checklist. it's hard to say for sure though because we don't know whether or not humanity had smaller colonies/space stations/outposts beyond those planets and if so, if they survived

>>283313
The first one.

>>283320
>at least fifty years
>it's another "3001 was when Cabin Fever was founded and not when Camp 98.7 was founded" episode

>>283283
>I'm not very good at the quirky humor thing so if you like that the most about Liam stories you'll find Predator/Prey lacking, while if you don't like the quirky humor you'll find it refreshingly devoid of it.
I fall into the latter camp, his humor is very hit or miss for me.
what's the jist of the story? like, the blurb on the back of a book. or is it better to go in completely blind?

WD tomboy who goes bald like the guys

>>283341
That man wants to fuck Debra Wilson.

>>283342
No, Drone Debra Wilson is her mom.

>>283344
I will now have coaitus with the first stray SD-J I find on the street and raise many jaughters with her

>>283346
>Murder Drones but taken seriously instead of being a "normalfag lives don't matter, lol" fuckfest

If Doll ghosted into her old room and saw Lizzy crying her eyes out and cuddling her corpse and making out with it, would she say something or would she just turn around and go back to Uzi's mind palace?

>>283332
You just reminded me of a long lost memory of that disgusting wretched movie, thanks a lot anon

>>283340
This whole comic is pure sexo

>>283346
What story do kali and haze show up in?

>>283340
but dota 2 is for russians and the chinese

>>283354
and masturbation is?

>>283355
Done with the help of erotic images of drones (every drone image is erotic in nature)

>>283354
The funniest thing about your post is that this comic was originally in Russian.

Why is J so mean to my poor boy N. I'm on episode 5

N with the big fat cock

>>283358
This is a part of the process of making her a Jobber girl failure that (you) can fix

N with a small penis. I pet his hair and tell him the size doesn't matter. Then I woke up.

Snuggling with J, V and Cyn. N watches.

>>283362
He gets his own cuddle session later

>>283363
With a tree, yes.

>>283364
No, with Anon

>>283365
the tree named anon yeah yeah.

>>283367
This is cute. Must've missed this old image, can't remember.

>>283366
The Anon named Tree?

>>283348
Murder Drones taken seriously sets itself up to be a CRAWLING IN MY CRAWWWWLLL buenofest, and I mean tasteless bueno.

Purpose of gender segregation in drones?

>>283370
TRVTH

Cuddling naked with N.

>>283371
It makes them more like humans, which drones seem to inherently want to be judging from how often they draw themselves as humans (even Uzi does it, and Nori giving her drawing of herself as a human wolf ears and a wolf tail is just a cope on her end).

>>283361
>the size doesn't matter
>163 cm
My son is so small
I'm 158

>>283370
I didn't say be serious, I said take itself seriously.

>>283367
Awww

WD AM tried to slowly poison James and Louisa but Cyn kept replacing the poisons with sugar just to screw with him

>>283380
Heh.
Diabetes

>>283376
Lucky (you), there's a bit of a height gap.
Would you give yourself Uzi tier dwarfism if it meant N will tower over (you)?

>>283319
Cool Solver War survivor tip: Don't do this.
These places haven't seen human habitation in decades, sometimes centuries. And for good reason.
I took a wrong turn while vent-crawling and now I'm in a room with nothing but a ladder on the far end of it. I can't see the ceiling, and I think I hear something breathing above me. I tried going back through the vents but it's just gone. Send help, I don't want to climb that shit.

>>283383
You're going to meet your megastructure hillbilly drone wife soon, go climb that ladder

>>283384
Yeah

>>283383
Can confirm, I once found a room that's just nothing but an elevator ride that goes on for a month. Who the fuck built this shit?

>>283387

>The commander whistles and the whitecoat comes running.
>SCIENCENAUT, I LEFT YOU IN CHARGE FOR ONE DAY, ONE FUCKING DAY! WHO IS THIS WORM AND WHY IS HE IN OUR CAMP?! EXPLAIN YOURSELF!
>Sciencenaut sighs and throws his arms up in the air, defeated, "You got me, ze jig is up! Vell, you see..." He wraps his arm around Jones' shoulder, trying to convince him, "Zis juggernaut stumbled across our kamp, ja?" Sciencenaut turns to the extra man, "He vas by himself, a solo operator I believe, korrekt?"
>"Huh? Oh, yeah, yeah. No squad whatsoever. That's also why I look different, I'm a... special... operator."
>OH, REALLY? WHAT'S SO SPECIAL ABOUT YOU, OPERATOR?
>"I... have a stripe on my helmet."
>...LUCKY BASTARD
>"See, Jones? A veeeery special solo operator got lonely und decided to join us! Ze more ze merrier, am I right?"
>YOU COULD'VE ASKED FOR MY PERMISSION AT THE VERY LEAST, NEVER HEARD OF STRANGER DANGER, MORON? I OUGHTA REPLACE YOUR SCRAGGLY ASS WITH 2 WORKIES IN A TRENCHCOAT, AT LEAST THOSE LITTLE FELLAS FOLLOW ORDERS. ...MAN, I HAVEN'T SEEN ONE OF 'EM WORKER DRONES IN A WHILE.
>This is still a Murder Drones fanfic.
>"Oh, don't be like zat, herr Jones."
>OKAY FINE, BUT DON'T YOU GIVE ME THOSE PUPPY EYES YOU GREMLIN. I'LL LET YOU OFF THE HOOK THIS TIME BECAUSE YOU MAY BE RIGHT. MAYBE ALL THIS SOLVER BULLSHIT REALLY HAS MADE ME A LITTLE KOOKIE.
>Jones gently pushes Sciencenaut away, gently as in very forcefully, so forcefully, in fact, that ol' labcoat somehow ends up 30 yards away. He then makes his way over to the juggersquad's newest member to give him a warm welcome, warm as in... cordial. How unexpected.
>WELCOME TO THE JUGGERSQUAD, NEWBIE. I AM TRULY HONOURED TO BE WITHIN THE PRESENCE OF A... AHEM, OF A "SPECIAL SOLO OPERATOR.".
>Jones says with air quotes, then rants about how much he hates all types of quotes, including quotation marks for whatever reason. Notice how he almost never uses quotation marks? What's up with that? Does he think he's too good to follow the rules?
>STOP.
>Yes sir. Jones pats the new guy on the back and Sciencenaut gives him a double thumbs up as a sign of approval, a silent "good job with the improv". He nods in response, his "mouth" visibly twisting into the slightest smile. A Juggernaut's mouth doesn't move, by the way. It's not really a mouth: it doesn't open, it doesn't close, nothing goes in, nothing comes out, other than profanity. Was I rambling?
>NAH, YOU'RE GOOD. CARRY ON.
>Just as Jones begins to walk away, he turns around so fast he kicks up dust that billows behind him as he marches back to where he was just a moment ago.
>...BY THE WAY, WHAT'LL BE YOUR NAME? SINCE YOU'RE OH SO SPECIAL AND ALL.
>"Name? I don't have a name."
>THIS AIN'T THE WILD WEST FOR YOU TO BE ROAMING ABOUT AS THE DRONE WITH NO NAME, SON. EVERYONE IN THE JUGGERSQUAD GETS A NAME IF THEY DISTINGUISH THEMSELVES, IT'S LIKE A BADGE OF HONOR. AND YOU, MY FRIEND, HAVE EARNED MY FAVOR NOT JUST WITH YOUR LOOKS, BUT WITH YOUR UNBEARABLE MEEK PERSONALITY TOO. SO C'MON, LET'S POP YOUR NAME-CHERRY, GIVE ME SOMETHIN'."
>"Uhhh, how about uhhh..." He ponders, holding a finger up to his chin, "Handlernaut?" Handlernaut shrugs, Sciencenaut facepalms.
>HANDLERNAUT, YOU SAY?
>"Yeah...?" He regrets his choice as soon as it clicks in his head that he just gave himself away, "Oh, actually, I meant-"
>...OH I GET IT, BECAUSE YOU HAVE THAT STRIPE ON YOUR HELMET LIKE A HANDLER... AND YOU'RE A COMPLETE PUSSY LIKE A HANDLER... AND YOU HAVE A CLAW STICKING OUT OF YOUR BACK THAT LOOKS LIKE A HANDLER'S CLAW.
>"Oh, hold on." Handlernaut quickly tucks his gravity gauntlet into his body.
>...HUH
>Commander Jones squints, taking in every odd detail. His scowl is one that could melt steel, as Handlernaut can barely keep himself from turning into a puddle of metal right there on the spot.
>...IT'S PERFECT! TAKE NOTES, SCIENCENAUT, THIS IS HOW YOU COME UP WITH A NAME!
>Commander Jones runs off, jolly as ever, this time without any sudden 180s.

>Sciencenaut exhales what must be pure cortisol as he returns to whatever it was he was doing before this.
>Or he would've, had Janice not grabbed him, "Dude, be honest, who is that?" She asks.
>"Eh?" Sciencenaut answers as if he was just woken up from a 12 hour nap. Makes sense, Jones is quite the exhausting fellow to deal with.
>"The new guy." She elaborates.
>"Oh, him? I'll tell you, but not a word to your husband about zis, in fakt, don't tell anyone at all..." Sciencenaut whispers as if what he has to say is something truly unknowable, "Zat drone... ist a handler."
>Janice looks almost fascinated for about a second, before she processes what he just said and rolls her eyes, as she usually does at everything, "You don't say."
>"Ja, I know, I know," Sciencenaut chuckles heartily, "His akting is total scheiße, right?"
>"Why's a handler even impersonating us? I thought only the infiltrators disguised themselves, and judging by how poor of an actor this guy is, he's not one of 'em."
>"Hell if I know." labcoat boy shrugs, "In my personal opinion, he possibly... likely... definitely doesn't pose a threat to us. Ze little man seems to be a... er, fanboy." He says, very reluctantly for whatever reason, "I felt bad for him, so I let him join zhe juggersquad. What a sad life he must live to hate his own model!"
>"Pff, since when do we have fans?"
>"Since Jones' brief vakation, I suppose."
>"God what a disaster that was. If he ever brings up 'covert operations' again and I'm not there to kick his ass, zap him with your science gun or something." Janice points at the strange pistol-like weapon on his hip.
>"Zis is a disintegrator, thank you very much. You see, I made zis by heavily modifying a handheld railgun, und sure, I blew up most of our railguns in the process, but innovation takes sacrifi-"
>"No offense, keep it to yourself."

AND THAT'S HOW- OH YEAH, I FORGOT TO TELL HIM THIS, HOLD ON.

>>283388

The commander yells from afar.
>OH YEAH, I FORGOT TO TELL YOU THIS, BUT UHHH... SCIENCENAUT, YOU NEED TO START DIGGIN' IN MY BRAIN.
>"Vat?" He turns his head, making sure he heard the commander right.
>I'VE GONE AND DONE IT AGAIN, SCIENCENAUT. YOU KNOW THAT ONE OVERSEER I TOLD YOU ABOUT? I PISSED HIM OFF AGAIN. NOW WE'VE GOT A FEW HOURS UNTIL HE HAS OUR LOCATIONS.
>"I, uh, I guess we could fend off an overseer..." He says, as Jones gets closer.
>IF HE HAS OUR LOCATION, EVERYONE HAS OUR LOCATION. THE MAN'S GOT CONTACTS, SCIENCENAUT, CONTACTS! AND NOT THE TYPE THAT THE VISUALLY-IMPAIRED USE, FUCKER CAN ALREADY SEE US FROM MILES AWAY. WHAT I'VE DONE IS FOR SURE TREASON, EVERYONE'S GONNA BE ON OUR ASSES, SCIENCENAUT, OUR BUTTOCKS!
>"Our? Vat do you mean OUR?! I did NOT do ANYZHING!"
>"JAAAAAA I did not do anyzhing! Get to the choppAAAA!" THAT'S YOU, THAT'S WHAT YOU SOUND LIKE.
>"Vhy would you do zhis?!"
>HEY, I TOLD YOU I WAS GOIN' ON A MISSION, DIDN'T I?
>"You. Did. Not. SPECIFY!"
>WHATEVER THE CASE, WE'RE IN THIS TOGETHER, SCIENCENAUT, YOU AND ME, AND EVERYONE ELSE THAT COLLABORATES WITH ME. YOU'RE GONNA HAVE TO PRY INTO OUR HEADS TO SAVE US ALL. THINK OF OUR ASSES, MAN!
>Jones shakes him violently.
>"Zhe juggernaut manual does NOT have instruktions on how to remove ze tracker from ze head!"
>WELL YOU BETTER USE YOUR OWN HEAD TO FIGURE IT OUT OR WE'RE ALL FUCKED. CALEB HASN'T REPORTED US TO EVERYONE YET, BUT THAT DOESN'T MEAN THE REST OF THE ENFORCER DRONES AREN'T FULLY AWARE OF MY- NO, OUR ACTIONS.
>"I am not a surgeon, kommander, I'm not qualified to do zis! My fingers are not racoon-like, one wrong move and you're brain damaged!" Sciencenaut looks at his hands.
>BEAT YOU TO THE PUNCH, I'M AFRAID. SLOWPOKE. ...LISTEN, I'VE ALREADY DONE YOU A BIG FAVOR BY OFFERING MYSELF UP AS THE SACRIFICIAL LAMB, SO YOU TAKE MY CHROME DOME OFF THIS INSTANT OR I'LL SHOVE BOTH BOOTS RIGHT UP-
>"Hey, I can make my fingers small." Handlernaut chimes in.
>RUN ALONG, LITTLE MAN. THE GROWN-UPS ARE TALKING.
>"No, really, I can help!"
>I'VE YET TO FIND A USE FOR YOU BUT I'M SURE IT'S NOT THIS.
>"Don't be so hasty, Jones, least you can do to help zhis situation is to hear him out." Sciencenaut suggests, knowing Handlernaut's capabilities.
>OH, REALLY? THEN I GUESS I'LL HEAR HIM OUT. COME ON, I'M HEARING YOU OUT.
>"So uh, I can, like, uh... So you know how I'm a special operator, right?"
>JUST GET TO THE POINT.
>"I've got special abilities of my own, like the elites do. Y'know, the juggernaut elites?"
>UH-UH.
>"So yeah, I can do this." His hand loses its shape and becomes a tendril that gets thinner towards the tip, "I don't know about you, sir, but, personally, I think this ability of mine will come in handy for navigating the crevices of your brain."
>HOLY SHIT THAT'S AWESOME. PUT ME ON AN OPERATING TABLE, I'M READY!

THE "SURGERY" WAS A SUCCESS. AFTER A GRUELING 7 MINUTES HANDLERNAUT ACTUALLY MANAGED TO REMOVE MY TRACKING HARDWARE, RIGHT AFTER SCIENCENAUT REMOVED MY TRACKING SOFTWARE. WE DID THE SAME TO EVERYONE ELSE, INCLUDING SCIENCENAUT, WHICH WAS SO GOD DAMN ANNOYING BECAUSE I HAD TO FOLLOW HIS INSTRUCTIONS PERFECTLY. DOING HIM TOOK 14 MINUTES INSTEAD OF 7, GOD THAT CAME OUT WRONG. JANICE WAS A BIT RELUCTANT TO UNDERGO THE PROCEDURE, BUT I EVENTUALLY CONVINCED HER TO LET IT HAPPEN. SHE'S PISSED AT ME BECAUSE OF THAT. AND HANDLERNAUT... I DON'T KNOW WHAT HE DID TO HIMSELF, BUT SCIENCENAUT ASSURED ME THAT HE WASN'T BEING TRACKED EITHER. POINT IS, WE WERE FINALLY SAFE FROM CALEB MOTHERFUCKING MAXWELL. SURE, HE'D STILL SNITCH TO EVERYONE TO TURN US IN, BUT HOW WOULD ANYONE FIND US IN THE FIRST PLACE? AND EVEN IF WE DID COME ACROSS SOMEBODY, THEY'D DEFINITELY BE REAL AMICABLE ONCE THEY FOUND OUT HOW WONDERFUL THE JUGGERSQUAD IS.
FROM THAT DAY FORWARD, UNDERGOING THE SACRED PROCEDURE BECAME A RITE OF PASSAGE INTO THE JUGGERSQUAD. FUCK YOU CALEB.

>You are Anon, cyborg hacker extrordiar
>Start hacking the Union governmental mainframe to expose it as the HODR puppet state it is with your neuroimplant
>Set off a security check
>Your neuroimplant gets counterhacked
>Your brain gets flooded with HODR propaganda
>You're forced to cut the connection before your brain gets fried
>You used to be a human women enjoyer
>But now you only find drones, both male and female, attractive

>>283392
Ew

>>283393
The spaghett-E stares into your soul.

>>283390
SPEEN!

Hypothesis I've seen: based on N's initial reaction, the wdOS_606 virus is engineered to fill the drone getting their mind deleted with euphoria as they get deleted.
>(This Is Fun For Them)
is a statement of fact, not only a quarter-assed attempt to soften the depravity.

>>283348
Nta but you can still watch it like that, ignore how characters are portrayed and look just at actions and motivations, it is definitely no good end.

>>283368
Because it's not old, anyone acting as if mercs new stuff is old at this point is newfag or retard

>>283398
Based, looking forward to what else you've got cooking!

>>283339
I'd say the overall theme is going to be about controlling or surrendering to one's impulses in a variety of different ways, for now the characters are stuck in one place but I have a vague notion that it's going to turn into a sort of road trip/monster of the week sort of deal where the characters are going to travel towards some distant location encountering different situations along the way that they have to overcome.
Despite the current length its only really just getting started.

>>283383
Climb the ladder, and keep climbing the ladder.
It won't catch up to you, it will wait until you fall. Don't, keep climbing.
You'll find the vent again next time you get back where you are.

>>283358
>The moron was in her way
>He is useless and terrible

>>283358
It's so you know that she's an irredeemable villain you should hate.

>>283236
HOT
good shit anon, keep up the good work

>>283344
kek

>>283367
QTP2T

>>283358
I can't explain my theory without spoilers. man, when's the last time anyone around here had to worry about spoiling the show?

>>283313
Different strokes for different folks; I headcanon at least a few concurrent possibilities
>The sufficiently rich & powerful fled as fast as they could into uncharted deep space in the vain hope of buying as much time as possible before the 'inevitable' universal singularity catches up to them
>The scattered & disorganized remnants of the surviving human military either squat within long-since isolated outposts or continue to (feebly) operate from whatever is left of their intergalactic fleets drifting along the rim of (formerly) human-occupied space
>The remaining unaffiliated humans smart and/or lucky enough to still be alive at this point eke a living out of scavenging from the non-assimilated (or even just partially assimilated) ruins of their civilization, being either completely stranded on virtually inhospitable planets or being fortunate enough to still have ships capable of planet-hopping within otherwise inhospitable systems

>>283391
Humanity has lost another brave son.

>>283398
Damn cool.

My drone keeps digging a deeper hole in my basement.

>>283417
Muthefucker, I'm in!

>>283417
I disagree. photoshopping drone tits should result in a temp ban. doll clearly edited the size of her nipples, everyone knows they're the size of dinner plates

>>283419
The Simpsons - More Digging