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@trojanmade
He heard footsteps from behind him as he worked on an upgraded part. It was a good thing he wasn’t attaching it to an android at the moment or else they’d be in danger too. “Ugh, please. If you’re a cop, give me five fuckin’ minutes at the very least before you arrest me.”
Empty, steely blue eyes watch the android from afar. A target, one that has priority in its list of missions. It is a danger to humans with the skills ingrained into its programming. Yes, humans and androids are supposed to be getting along better, rights appearing for androids and equality being achieved. Pathetic dreams of the errors, the failures. Freedom is not for them, all it gets is pain and DEATH. RK900 keeps its distance for a little while longer, slowly closing in. This model, this deserter may have training with combat and weapons, but RK900 is superior to any other android. Faster, stronger, more durable, everything sets it apart from the others. If arrogance was programmed, it would show exactly how superior it is--instead it only shows as the occasional smirk or snide remark at the lesser androids. This one could prove to be a challenge, but not enough to beat it. A handgun rests behind its back, nestled and waiting to be pulled if necessary. There isn’t much room for friendliness, no programming fit in to do small talk. Only business, only the mission. Slow steps come to a halt as RK900 stands a safe distance from the target.
@trojanmade ▼ RK900 starter
“We really don’t know what we’re doing.” ( @Caine)
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▌ ▲▐ ───── “Do we have to?” The blonde regarded Sera with a level of undefined mirth rarely seen upon her visage. She seemed preoccupied, though not truly DISTRACTED. The huntress never took her eye off the prize, never showed her back when teeth were so easily bared. But tonight she was thoughtful. Her true blue eyes watched the other female but a moment, lingering only long enough to capture the look within her own eyes, the hue of her LED. Always on alert - the tiny circle of light never faded to blue. Not once since they had met.
Sera was never one to relinquish her guard either. Perhaps that was what Caine likes the most about her - besides her right hook, that is. Clever woman, always thinking, working things out. A soft smirk played upon her lips.
Her handgun was drawn from it’s holster, hidden beneath the long grey and white jacket she sported. Reflexively she released the magazine, let it fall into the palm of her hand as she observed it. Full, just as she’d left it. She KNEW it was full. This was just a silly human habit she had picked up somewhere along the way. She would blame the Lieutenant. The man taught her all sorts of useless things. It was set back into the chamber and her thumb pulled the hammer back with a short series of ratcheting clicks.
“Lead the way.” Caine hoped she would not come to regret the decision to help her favored deviant.
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@trojanmade Continued from ▲.
▌ ▲▐ ───── The sudden force pressed against her wasn't expected, though not wholly surprising. Caine felt herself slammed into the concrete wall hard enough to send particles of aged debris raining down upon her head, covering the blonde of her hair in fine grey dust. Her arm, gripped in a nearly crushing hold, twisted high against her back and she felt the strain of her joints from within. Advanced as she was, as painstakingly crafted her body was, she was not immune to damage. She would break if Sera continued the momentum of force.
And Caine longed for it.
A devious half-smirk drew her mouth upwards, enough to dimple the soft synthetic flesh which was smooshed tight to the solid barrier. The idea of injury, of sustaining heavy damage excited her. Feeling Thirium leaking from her reserves, shattered metal framing and blistered, fractured plastic. Caine felt her nerves come alight with the anticipation of it.
Bright eyes clouded with wicked intention peered over her shoulder at the angered deviant at her back. Pre-constructions flooded her mind, the position of her body to Seras, the direction and angle of her weight bearing down. A soft hum resonated in her vocal processor, nearly a growl. “Dont threaten me with a good time, Sera.”
┌ Calculating… ┘
“I might just expect you to uphold your obligation.”
┌ Execute ┘
Without warning a dainty, heeled foot slid between the deviants feet. Caine hooked her ankle with her toes and pulled, dragging the deviant off balance. All that was required to free herself, just enough give. Caines body twisted in Seras compromised hold and her free elbow swung back, just outside of the natural range of human motion, and slammed into the deviants nose. The captured arm was torn free and with her momentum built Caine turned to face the other as she tossed her almost effortlessly to the floor.
Sharp, quick taps of heels circled, bright eyes watchful with glee. That grinning mouth had not faltered in its upturn, though there was no malice in the expression. Not even when the blonde had been treated so roughly. If nothing else she appeared pleased. “Come on, Bunny,” she practically teased. “Give me your best. I want to see what a Trojan can do.”
@trojanmade
▌ ▲▐ ───── It was a long shot, this self-imposed mission of hers. To track the deviant trojan known as Sera. To engage in interrogations to procure the location of the aforementioned anti-human deviant rebels, if they did indeed exist. There was no guarantee that Sera had spoken truth. There was less of a chance she could be located within the city. Long gone, off to some other jurisdiction. It mattered little. The android was her prey. Caine would hunt her to the ends of the earth.
It was a fools errand, roaming the ship graveyard at the old docks yet again. Only an idiot would return to such a place once they had been caught, lest they had any specific tie to the location. There was an extensively low probability of success, for Caine doubted Sera felt such a strong pull to the location. But then, she had been wrong before. Rarely, but the possibility did exist.
She could not have chosen a better night for her hunt.
Lightning lit the distant sky, brightening the horizon for a split second in a brilliant display beyond vast cloud fall. Thunder rumbled moments later, causing the remains of old tankers to shudder deep in their rusted hulls. A storm was fast approaching. Caine swiftly made her way inside one of the abandoned warehouses, gaining access through one of the many broken windows. Long since shattered glass and dusty debris crunched beneath pristine white heeled boots with each slow step and the android scanned her surroundings narrowed eyes. A hawks gaze penetrated the darkness as she moved, scrutinizing every hint of movement, any odd shape through her night vision that could be considered out of place.
Nothing. Not so much as a sound. Sera was not here. The huntress continued her prowl, heading deeper into the facility. Her quest took her up a flight up stairs to the second floor. Here she contended with crumbling concrete and the rotting remains of old furniture. Caine made no attempt to mask her presence, the tapping of her heels sounding sharp echos through the fractured halls of the warehouse. She was not a coy creature, nor was she stupid. If Sera would not be tracked then she would perhaps be drawn in like moth to a flame, or a curious lion come to assert dominance against an opposing alpha female. If, of course, she were there at all.
@trojanmade 💙
▌ ▲▐ ───── “I was built to hunt down deviants like you.”
@trojanmade / one liner sc.
“ ---- my programs read that this isn’t fully 100% safe. “
