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MURDER DRONES

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MECHAGODZILLA - PART 2

note: I've decided to make N's text blue to avoid confusion (and maybe a bit of symbolism). limitations of mobile tumblr, amiright?

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[Fwoosh-]

[Slam!]

"Thanks."

"No problem!"

Ugh. Those idiots make me sick. Just why do I deal with this?

..no use complaining. Nothing I can do but follow along.

like always.

"Hey, idiots! Let's get going."

"Bite me! I'm on it."

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...I don't know what i expected when I followed Uzi down here.

It definitely wasn't..this.

Not..uhm, all of this tech.

I was expecting a JCJenson logo- or anything to signify this was ours.

..we only found something labelled "Apex".

..I think I have a bad feeling about this.

I mean- yeah, sure. What could go wrong? In a..place like this.

[gulp.]

..stay positive, N. Stay positive..

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3 drones; 2 with installed disassembly and one of hosting nigh-cosmic absolution.

Optics scan all surrounding locality, though not without the caution- the slowness of alert systems.

Sensory data extrapolating a layout by the tick, plausible exits and entrances arranged upon CPU through visor, like clockwork.

"Looks reeeeal maintained. How?" Suspicion seeps by indifference. A tilt of the neck and she's facing upward, studying incremental detail and fine-polished metals which make up their overhang.

"..maybe worker's have been visiting?"

"Doubt it. This place is in the middle of nowhere. No worker's coming, let alone to clean of all things. It would of been scrubbed clean by now, not have so much stuff in it." Emphasis proceeds through a leg that strikes a steel box on it's side softly, sound reverberating; almost painful to hear compared to former silence.

Uzi is once again staring at coated metal and refined black, multitudes of questions laying dormant- yet where would I get the answers? Before the gaze travels downward.

A hint of apprehension when her optics register.

"Found a way forward, guys."

"Finally." "Oh! Good work, Uzi."

Footfall makes it's way down silver-lined halls- barring a level of resistance in the structure despite it's years, considered admirable.

For a wall, that is.

"This place looks advanced. We sure none of us didn't stumble into a secret science project?"

"Wouldn't put it past humans.."

"Come on now, it can't be that bad, right?"

"Oh, to live in your mind.."

"Hey! he's just being optimistic."

"Optimistic 'til shutdown, right?"

"Ugh, do you ever shut up?" Anger coils around digits, constricting openness to fists.

"Only if I have to."

"Urgh!- whatever! We need to go, so shut it and follow me. Can you do that?"

"Y-" [Sigh.] "Fine."

Silence permeates space, forceful tension infiltrating effector processors- No doubt due to her.

The sound of boots hitting steel is what Uzi decides to focus on.

The way sound waves impact then register, the way fabric twists and adjusts with each micro-movement, the way she doesn't have to pay attention to her almost-tangible thoughts.

It helps, it really helps. Though, she wouldn't usually just say that.

What's gotten into me?

Though- as much as she'd like to focus on that thought, the wall something-meters ahead is giving 50 different warnings that she really can't be bothered to read right now.

All because I hit a tree last time? Seriously?

So, purple regrettably turns left.

Ugh.

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PART 2 - FINISHED

AFTER NOTES:

next chapter is gonna be the main meat of interaction (because they’re gonna meet mg)

accidentally posted this but i kinda wrote myself into a corner at the end so it’s fine and i can continue like nothing happened next part

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It hurt. (But it always does..doesn't it?)

Organs twisting to meet themselves twice over, skin welding inwards and outwards at the same time- the same sufferingly fast pace.

Oh god, it hurts. Please make it stop.

I don't want to survive. Not like this.

Please...

Another step- this time my foot reaches through sleek metal, then softness. Maybe another crushed family.

Please..

I trudge onwards.

Red bursts out of a large mountain across the human structures from me, seemingly never ending- even clouds part for it.

Have humans really begun using new forms of constructs that can do..this?

Nevertheless.

I must live.

I don't want to..

More red appears through the smoke, 2 glowing lights- then silver, a large metal thing has come out. Boring resemblance to..

This must be humans work, then. To make something..

Something like ME.

It will not kill me. I won't allow it.

I can't allow it.

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It seems it's noticed my presence.

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Unidentified titan.

Directive: Exterminate.

Hydraulics push forward, propulsion occurring within boosters posthaste. Optics have already deconstructed the UFT, extermination should be imminent.

Visible weaknesses:

• Weak upper body.

• Small eyes, possibly primitive peripheral vision.

• Cracked skin.

• unprotected head, focusing on jaw.

Advised battle strategy: Monopolise on UFT's flawed nature; dominate in CQC.

Extermination of the UFT would be imminent.

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The same damn explosives as humans come from rising boxes on the metallic fakes shoulders, supersized.

I brace for impact as the familiar orange pain rockets towards my ches-

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Missiles successfully hit weaknesses on the UFT. A gurgle-imitation of a roar emits, possibly pain induced.

• UFT can possibly feel pain.

• Vision neutralised.

• Mouth neutralised.

Transient strategy: Advance upon and attack while the target is wounded.

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It hurts so much- so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so s-

What just happened.

Why can't I see. Or move my mouth?

Where's the pain in my chest?

I feel bile and blood slop out my jaw in nigh-chunks. The numerous tears and scorch marks don't help.

A vile imitation of a roar makes it's way from the mechanical abomination in front, it's coming towards me now.

..no.

I won't die like this.

Blackness replaces bile.

Heat replaces blood.

I will live.

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The UFT began emitting pyroclastic flow from it's throat, an instantaneous scan of the substances molecular make-up confirmed that.

March onwards, heat could not and will not affect me. Not to any capacity.

Earlier data cross-referencing dictated a similarity to Gojira, atleast appearance wise. These scans have proven that similarity correct, even more so due to the nature of it's abilities.

Additional transient strategy: Disable throat entirely in case of possible atomic breath.

I continue forward. Drones deployed from beside my upper dorsal plates, opening fire on the UFT instantaneously.

The titan's throat was torn in too many places for respiration to occur, energy levels should decrease dramatically over a short time period.

1.3 seconds after impact occurred, the UFT recoiled and ceased production of all visible pyroclastic flow.

Additional transient strategy: Begin CQC while target cannot breathe ASAP.

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Pain is scorching down my neck in droves, I can't feel air-

My defense has ceased. The blackness pours back down my muscles in desperation.

What I see from spots of my vision I've regained is glowering re-

CRACK

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The UFT's jaw is torn from the head, landing on an empty road. Boiling blood spews from the wound onto my left hand, swirling saws vaporising any flesh they contact as i dig deeper into the UFT's upper mouth. I should reach the brain within 2.4 seconds.

UFT's blood is dangerously hot, block blood leakage ASAP to protect civilian life and reduce collateral damage.

Additional transient strategy: Pierce brain to kill.

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I can feel my jaw dissapearing- and then the sensation of my mouth being cut up like cattle.

Kill me..

NO.

I refuse. I MUST refuse. My tail- I need my tail.

Purple swirls through my muscles and slides it's way down the shaft. The tip of my tail heats up, searing fles- ignore the pain.

No- sto-

A beam fires from it, I need to hit that thing.

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Detection of atomic breath-like energy flow within tail. Prevent usage immediately.

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Finally, I can protect mys-

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SCREE-

My tail scarfs into the UFT's, paralysation incurs.

Atomic energy flow prevented.

Extermination of the UFT would be imminent.

I would make sure of it.

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Desperation.

Fear anger courses through me.

This wasn't how it was supposed to go.

I don't feel my tail.

I can't move my tail.

Why?

Why is nothing working?

I-

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Remains of the UFT's brain matter dissipate on contact with me.

Titan demonstrated high-speed regeneration of it's eyes.

Highly suggested transient strategy: Remove all regenerative capability immediately.

Protons supercharge and begin movement within, centrifugal force is intensified along my maw as energy swells up. Electrical currents divert and dorsal plates generate pathways upwards-

Supercharged protons fire from within my mouth- forming a beam towards the UFT.

Impact.

Subsequent heterolytic cleavage occurs.

Ionisation wreathes pairs and induces sub-atomic chaos within the UFT's cells.

Disintegration is imminent.

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Titan exterminated.