/md/ - Murder Drones

>>280276
I've been procrastinating a bit and doing some drawings on the side so i haven't had much time to work on this for a bit but here is a second part.
Coherence Lost 2/?

Isika
>2 Moons... 2 Gleams, 4 Phases and 5 Pulses.

>2 Moons....

>Only 6 Gleams here, subjective time thanks to the Zarhlo's effect on time but still.

>Isika's receptors shuttered as another pulse flowed across reality, it had no sound yet it could be heard. It wasn't like the sound of her quill tip upon the scroll she was working on.

>Endless reports on ship maintenance reports, crew complains (Especially Tirrak's), or the examination of the strange waves that had grown ever louder since they first left the homeworld.

>No it was nothing like that. If the Zarhlo's normal 'Sound' was like feeling of static upon sleeping ones wing. Whilst this was like a sudden jolt to her mind.

>"Hey Wetwi-" the words inject themselves into Isika's mind, out of instinctual reflex she wrenched her... She didn't have a head here, nor a body...

>"!!!!?!?"

>A snickering laughter echoed in her mind "Ahahah! oh that never gets old-"

>Isika drudged up the memory of getting drenched in the ocean, including the pain of all the barbs that she stepped on, and the humiliating laughter of her coterie and-

>Holding herself for a blink she quickly converted the pain into a ticking sensation before throwing it back through the cognitive connection.

>Isika was rewarded with the shrill squeal returning from the other side. "Seraku! What did I tell you about entering my simulacra without permission!"

>Isika had no idea how Seraku always managed to get around her verification layer, and every time she managed to patch a hole in the subspace their head engineer, slippery thing that she was always found another way around.

>Humor patterns irradiated from Seraku's connection once she recovered "I recall you saying you wouldn't invite me to the Stare's conference, not sure after you sent that disruption pattern last time..."

>Isika couldn't feel it but she knew her body's gray feathers ruffled. "You are still coming to it." Isika let her nonexistent shoulders relax "What do you need Seraku?"

>"Wow... Are you sure you didn't hit yourself that disruption pattern too? Well... We'll be exiting the Zarhlo in a couple Pulses. We are all upon the bridge right now."

>Well... That would certainly explain that pulse, it must be the C-Drive spooling up again. No there is no time for this idle thought!

>"Nalrris be damned! "I'll be there in a Flare!!!"

>Coming out of a Simulacra could never be called a 'Pleasant' Experience as all sensation of her physical body slammed into her. If she had to describe it it would be like waking up to a splash of cold water.

>Involuntarily she groaned with her hoarse voice as she lifted her self from her chair, she had shifted into a uncomfortable position during her delve, her left wing in particular painfully tingled as Isika adjusted her overside robe and placed her glossy simulacra inside a pouch.

>The tail of the robe leaped after her as she rushed from her quarters, dragging across the Yurkbone Floor. It took only 2 Flares and 90 Blinks for her to screech into the Bridge, panting and out of breath, almost tripping over her robe a few times.

>Inside was a mess of activity, Many of the Orren Caste projecting their jabbering into the common subdimensional plane instead of their own private frequency, including a tall white and black feathered Nul that stood above most of their heads with his priestly attire like a silent monolith among them, Tirrak.
>Isika moved quickly to avoid his gaze, besides the chief pilot she saw Kiri running around talking with some of the staff and she found...-

>"This is a disgrace! Even for you Serakuthil!". That thought projection, unmistakable... Ah, there they are... The elderly black feathered Striks was perched over the lounging Seraku giving the rage of Nalrris to her his golden trim feathers turned from a medal of glory to a font of his rage ruffled as they were, his glaive was scoring scratches across the floor as he gesticulated.

>"Your blatant disrespect! To the Rravel (Leader/Hunt Master)! Had you been in my coterie you would of surely been left to the Yurk!.

> Yuirk, or rather Yurikanz had fully been spun up it had seemed. Seraku by contrast seemed completely unphased riding along like a gentle wind upon his storm, with the same smug expression she wore all the time. Her dark circled eyes staring into one of her simulacra, her tools floating in and out rapidly as she worked.

> The scene was fell silent as she arrived, still unable to still her breath "I- I am-" Her thought patterns weren't coming out right, focus "I am here... Status Report..."

> Yuirk broke from argument at once bowing his head "Forgive me Rravel-" He paused remembering that she had previously asked him just use her name "-Isikannaria" Still too formal... I guess somethings never change. He continued "I was just attempting to talk some sense into the errant Serakuthil, perhaps a foolish endeavor but-"
>
> A sound was emitted from the chair, a Chuckle, an auditable chuckle not a simple humor pattern, Seraku's tools rushed back to their slots within her tool belt as she sat up, her receptors twitched as she projected her thoughts "Its fine, me and the old timer were just having our usual lovers quarrel"

> Even Isika couldn't contain herself, she laughed her vocal cords painfully formulating every chuckle from Gleams.. No.. Moons of disuse. The old warrior seem to lose all his fire, only able to balk in stunned silence.

> Seraku gestured towards her simulacra "What he is was trying to say is that thanks to a rapid unplanned disassembly of a critical component in the C-Drive and due to some slight miscalculation... we are primed to exit the Zarhlo in... UHHHHHHH... She stared into her simulacra before holding up a claw.

> "One Flare from now. Yeah, one Flare" she said emphasized with a single claw her feathers up in pride.

> ONE FLARE!?! Isika wrenched her head away from the two, and with as much energy as she could channel into her receptor "BRACE!!!! BRACE!!!"

First post >>No.195178 and most recent update >>No.281946 for my greentext story PREDATOR/PREY
For any newcomers it's my own attempt to rough out a story similar enough to Design or Murder Drones to entertain both myself and any fellow Liam fans.
Also here's a link to Liam's YouTube channel where he used to put all his music and several longform creepypasta stories which clearly formed the basis for many ideas we see in Murder Drones.

SSTWL: https://www.youtube.com/@ScaryStoryTimeWithLiam/featured
Black Dogs: Black Dogs [Part 1/10]
Puppet GAME: Puppet GAME (SciFi Horror Series)
Design: Design (CreepyPasta) [Part 1]

Also have some horny teaser art for PREDATOR/PREY, I posted it in the last thread but I think it was after OP already spun up a new one.

Day 12

>>284835
>>284986
Sorry guys, copied the post links wrong so they didn't redirect back to the posts like they're supposed to.
PREDATOR/PREY Prologue: >>195178
Most Recent Update: >>281946

>>284901

Yvvone

>>284901

Tu quieres taco

>>285168
More Yslop