(its my first time writing a fanfic.)
The EVA Helmet lifted its gold faceplate up, exposing the two blue visor lines across his helmet
“Larissa?.” Gordy tapped his EVA Helmet, trying to get a signal through the RIGLink.
“Larissa? It's me, Gordy.” He tapped his EVA Helmet again, boosting the signal as the signal bars on his HUD flickered weakly, boosting it even more.
“Damn it.” He muttered, gripping his Plasma Cutter.
Gordy stopped walking, staring at the massive barricade from the Copper-9 Armed Forces.
“Shit.” He stared at it a little bit longer.
He turned around, looking at the nearby alleyway before he walked straight towards the alleyway.
The Landing Pod that Gordy used to land on the planet sat there half-buried in the ‘snow’, untouched.
Two Disassembly Drones landed in the snow with a heavy crunch. A smaller figure dropped down after them, a short purple Worker Drone, grabbing her railgun on her back. She stepped towards the pod, peering inside. “Huh… this one's different from the last one we found.” she muttered, behind her Serial Designation N stood there, watching her quietly.
Off to the side, Serial Designation V crouched near the corpse of the Disassembly Drone that he killed an hour ago. She tilted her head, staring at the clean hole burned through its chest cavity.
“Oh damn..” She slowly reached in, ripping the core off, holding it up.
Her optics zoomed in onto the core, scanning it.
Inside the pod, N stepped on the pod carefully, his optics scanning around the interior. He stopped at the empty storage tube mounted across the wall, it was already open, missing an EVA Suit.
“Huh..” N tilted his head. “I think this is where an EVA Suit would go…” His yellow optics moved to the sign, looking at it. “Use an EVA Suit in case of an event in which the pod is compromised while in orbit.”
Across from him, Uzi crouched near the scattered remains of a damaged Mk. V Engineering Suit. Broken pieces of plating and burned fabric were spread across the floor.
She zoomed in, analyzing it. “Yeah, no kidding. Someone was definitely in here.” She nudged one of the scattered components of the pod.
N glanced over. “You think they're still around?.”
“If they survived the landing process, probably.. And besides, there's no blood smeared across the floor or something.” She shrugged, looking at the floor.
Outside of the pod, V sat down on one of the rusted vehicles, spinning the core lazily in her hand, already bored as hell as her gaze drifted back to the pod.
“They’re actually not the worst…” She quietly muttered it to herself, looking at the label of the pod which has an USIN Logo labeled the USS George W. Bush.
“Who the hell names someone Bush, goddamn-”
A faint sound caught V’s audio receptors as her head snapped towards the location of where it came from
“Oh no..” Gordy looked down at his foot, seeing that he stepped on the head of a dead worker drone
“Hell yeah..” V stood up instantly, snapping her wings open with a metallic flare.
The alley stretched ahead, tight and claustrophobic, he pushed to the end of the alleyway, sliding through the left corner, pressing himself flat against the wall.
“Alright…Alright.” He steadied his breathing, checking his Plasma Cutter as it still had 13 shots to kill a Disassembly Drone in 3 plasma bolts.
She landed hard right in the alleyway, her wings folding behind her as her hand shifted, reshaping it into a spinning circular saw.
“Well.. Well.. Well.” She called out, her voice was almost amused and playful. “That was loud~.”
Gordy stayed there, standing there while he had his Plasma Cutter ready, waiting for it.
“C’mon,” she taunted. “Don't hide~ I just wanna make this quick~” She tilted her head, smirking to herself as her circular saw kept spinning and buzzing out.
“That's it.” She shifted her hand, reshaping it into a Heckler & Koch MP5SD Submachine Gun as she used her Thermal Vision on her HUD, spotting him on the left corner.
“Found you now~” She giggled, snapping her wings open with a metallic flare again.
Gordy activated his Plasma Cutter with a sharp wine, waiting for her as she flew to his position, as he raised his Plasma Cutter, pointing at her face as she did the same, aiming the modified Heckler & Koch MP5SD Submachine Gun on his face.
The two pointed their weapons to each other's faces.
Gordy would fire first as the blue-white arc tore into her face, sending her stumbling back. Before her face regenerated back, metal and silicone knitting itself back together, her optics flickering as her ‘X’ logo switched to her regular optics, as irritation was clearly shown in her optics.
“What—why is there a human being here!?” V snapped, snarling at him.
He raised his hand, aiming at the Disassembly Drone.
She scoffed. “Doesn't matter. I was going to kill you, fucking meatbag.” her optics switching back to the X.
Gordy used his Stasis Module on his wrist, a pulse of blue energy shot forward to the Disassembly Drone, freezing her mid-motion.
“G-Goddamn it.” He muttered.
“—HEY!—” A female voice rang out as Gordy turned around, seeing a metal arm being tossed to his direction out of nowhere before he got hitted in the faceplate hard enough to knock him down on the ground, sending the Plasma Cutter skittering across the ground.
Gordy’s first instinct was trying to reach for the Plasma Cutter before his hand was being stomped by someone as he yelled out. “AGGGHHH!” His HUD would flickered out violently.
ABSOLUTE_SOLVER (HOST) ‘DARKXWOLF17’.
A barrel of a Railgun was being pointed directly at his faceplate as he looked over, seeing a short, purple worker drone wearing a beanie and hoodie. Behind her, the male Disassembly Drone ran to V, checking on her while she's not moving due to the Stasis.
Gordy’s HUD would scan the male Disassembly Drone, showing that its SERIAL DESIGNATION: ‘N-0X0010010’
“Uh—V? V?? Why aren't you moving?!” N waved his hands frantically in front of V.
“ANSWER ME GODDAMN IT!” Uzi barked at him, her railgun not moving an inch from his face.
The railgun was still pointed at his faceplate, humming louder every second. “WHY ARE YOU HERE?! WHAT ARE YOU DOING ON THIS PLANET!” Uzi kept yelling at him.
He stared at the barrel pointed at his face, his thoughts spiraling for half a second.
“..sorry..” Gordy muttered, slowly raising his wrist before he triggered his Stasis Module again. Uzi froze mid-yell, railgun locked in place.
He kicked the worker drone away as she flew back, hitting the ground hard, before he pushed himself up, grabbing his Plasma Cutter from the ground before he decided to snatch the Photon Converger from the Worker Drone.
“F-fuck this.” Gordy turned around, trying to run away before N slammed his foot onto his back, tripping Gordy down to the ground. Pain rang through his skull as N pinned him down on the wall, his one hand gripping onto his neck.
“Okay!” N snapped, his voice sharp for once. “That's enough!”
V and Uzi stood frozen behind him. “What did you do to them?!” he demanded. “You have one chance to answer!.”
“I-I-I have a girlfriend,” Gordy blurted out. “She’s waiting for me—I just want to get her back!”
N froze. His grip on Gordy loosened. “Oh….I—uh—” He let go of Gordy, stepping back. “S-Sorry, I d—didn’t—”
Gordy raised his hand again, triggering his Stasis Module again as N locked in place mid-motion. At the same time, the effect on the other two wore off, V twitched back to life as Uzi pushed herself back up without her Photon Converger.
“YOU—” Uzi yelled, lunging at him immediately.
Gordy reacted on instinct, shoving her back too hard as he suddenly punched through her chest cavity, grabbing her purple core as he threw it away.
V saw it. Her expression twisted instantly. “YOU MOTHERFUCKER!” Her hand reshaping to her modified Heckler & Koch MP5SD Submachine Gun again.
Gordy grabbed his Plasma Cutter as he ran away, gunfire ripped through the alley behind him as V took off, flying fast and relentlessly towards him.
His boots slammed against the pavement, the dust of asbestos kicking up behind him as gunfire tore through the air. V was right on him relentlessly, the rounds sparking off the ruins around them.
He activated his Kinesis Module, turning around instantly as he locked his Kinesis onto her, yanking her mid-air, slamming her hard in the ground, she skidded, the metal scraping from her scratching the nearby vehicle with her claws before she tried to get back up.
The Kinesis Module pulled her again and again, each time smashing her back down by the Kinesis before she could ever recover, the last hit left her crumpled, her body sparking as she coughed out her own oil from her mouth, twitching while her systems struggled to keep up.
Gordy stopped a few feet away, breathing heavily as he lowered his hand. She looked up at him, her optics flickering.
“..h—eh…” her optics continued flickering. “W—o-w… You—up actually—y…. g—got me…”
“You got the chance, do it now.” The thought lingered on V’s chassis, her sharp claws hooking under the snow.
He stood there, breathing heavily again as he raised his Plasma Cutter as a precaution.
She looked up at him, her optics kept flickering again as something almost human in the way her voice dropped. “J—J-ust…kill m—me… alread-y.”
He hesitated, looking at her as he slowly stepped closer, aiming at her chest cavity. “I’m sorry.”
The shot punctured through her chest cavity, as she went still, leaking oil all over her body as he stepped backward, breathing heavily.
“Sorry..” He ran away in an instant, trying not to look back at her body laying on the snow.
GORDON ‘GORDY’ CLARKE BUSH: ACTIVE
SERIAL DESIGNATION: N-0X0010010: ACTIVE
SERIAL DESIGNATION: V-X00100000: DEFUNCT
ABSOLUTE_SOLVER HOST (DARKXWOLF17): DEFUNCT.
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