u/Silver-Cerberus64

Hi and hello hope you guys are sitting down because this is probably gonna be a long read. Character names are as followed, shown in the pictures from left to right:

Zeta: ( disassembly drone made by the survivors of humanity turned ally. )

Rot: ( the self upgraded engineer drone. )

Rusty: ( discontinued first generation worker drone. )

Ruth: ( discontinued first generation, disassembly drone. )

Nova: ( Rot and Fixers passion project, and living, hacking device. )

Wrecker: ( Art and explosion loving idiot worker drone. )

THE SWARM: ( four different mechanical roach, hive minds all piloting one Franken stein made hive body. )

Fixer: ( Rots right hand, man, and fellow engineer drone. )

With character introductions out of the way, let’s begin.

Suddenly, in the middle of nowhere a rift, appears and proceeds to explode and sends out eight idiot drones.

Rot: “All right first things first sound off of, who’s still alive?”

Everyone: * Groans of pain *

Rot: “Ok good that confirms everyone onto the second thing does anyone in mind telling me what the hell happened?”

Ruth: “Well it’s pretty, freaking obvious that the teleport messed up and if I had to guess I’m betting it’s because you’re garbage wiring wrecker. “

Wrecker: “Don’t you dare blame this on me and Nova’s wiring we made sure they were ready and match the blueprints. If it went wrong, it’s most likely cause of Fixer and Rot’s, faulty blue prints!”

Fixer: “I don’t understand it? All the trial runs show that the teleporter should’ve worked just fine.”

Rusty: “Perhaps it was a secondary problem Gory did you, or the swarm, detect any faulty wiring, or perhaps any loose machinery that went on, before the teleporter proceeded to drag all of us into it?”

SWARM: “wE rEMEMbEr. We sAw cLAw cUt wirEs BefOrE drAGGeD.”

Ruth: “Must’ve been epsilon. He must of gotten out of his cage again and mess with the teleporter, hoping it would kill us.”

Wrecker: “Dammit I told you all that you should’ve let me and Nova punt him like a football into an oil drum and then steal him in it with a bandolier fireworks but, nooo!”

Rusty: “All right, all right, that’s enough Wrecker, right now our primary objective should be us making our way back to the base, as we’re currently out in the open and we only have the gear that’s on our backs and what ever got sucked in with us. Speaking of which SWARM can you and your hive bodies do that call ping thing, in order to figure out where we are?”

SWARM: “...”

Ruth: “Uh SWARM, are you and the hive ok?”

Wrecker: “Forget them, Fixer you got some GPS type shit. Any ideas where we are? The last thing I wanna do right now is run into one of Zeta’s old team members and have a fire fight when I don’t have my usual paint base explosives.”

Fixer: “Sure just give me a sec… well this is weird?”

Wrecker: “?”

Fixer: “Rot I think there might be something wrong with my GPS.”

Rot: “Unfortunately I don’t think there is anything wrong with your GPS. Me and Zeta were the first to notice, after everyone start talking, it’s the reason why swarm is acting so quiet and skittish.”

Wrecker: “Hay! You guys mind telling the rest of the class? What the hell you’re talking about?”

Rot: “Let me answer your question with one of my own Wrecker. You’ve been around most of the city areas on our planet for a while, when it came to you doing your usual graffiti so, let me ask you this, do any of the buildings over in that direction look familiar whatsoever? Their placement, their material the way that they’re destroyed, and then let me ask you another question since when the hell does Silver Eight have weather like this?”

Wrecker: “What exactly are you getting at?”

Zeta: “He’s trying to say that we’re not on Silver Eight anymore the teleporter worked. The only problem is that it didn’t teleport us to Silver Eight’s moon like we planned, it instead teleport us to a completely different planet.”

Ruth: “How the heck would I even be possible?”

Fixer: “To be honest may have just been our own luck, according to my re-calculations we had a higher chance of being ripped to sunders by the machine instead of this.”

Rusty: “So what exactly do we do now? We’re on a completely different planet, with no resources, base, and only what we have with us now with who knows how many threats there on this planet.”

Rot: “Simple. This isn’t the first time we’ve had to start from nothing the difference is those that we still have each other, and we still have our tools first things first, Ruth you still have our field gear, right?”

Ruth: “Yep everything still in the storage container.”

Rot: “Good. Everyone equipped your usual field gear for protection afterwards will need to split up into four different groups. While everyone is putting on their gear Gory tell the other three hive minds to play roshambo for, who gets to stay in the hive body, because we’ll be relying on each one of the hive minds act as a walkie-talkie between each one of the groups.”

SWARM: “unDerStoOD.”

** Sometime later passes **

Rot: “All right now everyone has their field gear equipped, time for the teams. For each team you’ll be heading off in a different direction, now these team will be two drones and one hive mind acting as communications starting off Fixer and SWARM ( with Gory in charge ) your mission is simple, gather information, SWARM find out if there any robotic roaches that you can add to the hive mind to try and gather information on this place the more that we know about this place and it’s history the better. Fixer the SWARM will be relying on you to defend the hive body in case things go wrong, without the other three hive mind the hive body won’t be able to fight like normal.”

Fixer: “Understood you can count on us.”

SWARM: “wE’lL adD nUMbeRs and knOWLedGe.”

Rot: ”Good, next up Ruth and Rusty you two will be heading out with Isaac, your primary job is resource management find any form of resources that you think will be useful and bring it back with you when we eventually find a base.”

Ruth: “You got it. You’re ready, hon?”

Rusty: “Always my dear.”

Rot: “All right speaking of as much as I’m going to regret doing this Wrecker and Nova you guys will be a team with Brew as your communication and as I said before your mission is to find a suitable base of operations that we can fix up.”

Wrecker: “All right time to go on adventure, and blow some stuff up, you ready Nova!”

NOVA: “…. . .-.. .-.. / -.— . … -.-.—“ (Hell yes!)

Rot: “At least try to keep each other out of trouble and the damages to a minimum if possible.”

Wrecker: “ don’t worry, I will try not to.”

NOVA: “-. —-/ .—. .-. —- — .. … . …” (no promises)

Rot: “I heard that NOVA! Anyways, that leaves her last team being Zeta and I with Loin. We’ll be doing threat assessment, we have no idea who or what may be on this planet however, from what I can tell from the damage those buildings, it was not caused naturally, this means we could be dealing with any number of things we could be dealing with an entire new colony of drones, who have liberate themselves, or an entirely different team of disassembly drones, have either been made by the company or by the solver itself, and if not made, then possibly those were infected with its virus. Because of this we’ll be assessing potential threats, and hopefully collecting more info on things.”

Fixer: “So wait, why isn’t Zeta wearing her old uniform then? Ruth should still have it in her storage. Wouldn’t make more sense for the dress up like that instead?”

Zeta: “Actually no, for one if we do run into disassembly drones that were made by the company, they most likely have already been updated by their system that I’ve become a turncoat and will, in fact be looking for anything that matches my description, and if it happens that we do run into those who were made by the solver instead, I would rather look like an unassuming disassembly drone who may just be a new creation added to the squad late.”

Rot: “Another reason why we have her going in her field gear instead of her uniform is also in case we run into other worker drones, who may be survivors. Last thing they want to see if someone that wears a uniform that matches that of the killers.”

Fixer: “I understand that, now anyways, I assume that’s everything?”

Rot: “Yep, everyone has their missions, has been teamed up, and have defenses in case things get violent because of that I wish you all luck, stay safe, and of corse have each other’s backs. Don’t forget no matter what mission I give you never forget that your primary objective is for everyone to come back alive! With that let’s begin.”

All right that does it, I hope you guys enjoyed reading this intro. Hope it wasn’t too long and if anyone has any basic information about the server, it’s lore, and how to RP on here please for the love of the robotic gods let me know so I don’t make a complete ass out of myself. With that till next post as always have a good one!

After forever and a half, I finally got done with my last pare of my OC’s war medic gear being Zeta and Rot, whose clothing are based on Eishia from gachiakuta ( minis the hat because I couldn’t draw it for the life of me ) for Zeat and doc from Madness Combat for Rot.

As for the twos rolls, unlike Fixer, Rot would act as a field, medic with Zeta acting as both his look out and his assistant.

When I came to drawing these to Zeta was a lot easier with the only hard part being her hair with dangle that it’s shown. The real holdup was because of Rot, which is pretty obvious when you look at his posing being pretty stiff compared to Zeta’s. This is mostly because I didn’t want to cover up his defining features which turned out to be a real double edge sword when it came to trying to draw let alone pose him when it comes to different outfits.

With this all being said, though, as usual, tell me what you guys think, if you have any opinions on what I can work on, or if you have any questions about these idiots let me know. Until next post as usual, I hope everyone has a good one!

Back again, with my war, medic designed idiots and with these two I now only have two left, being both Rot and Zeta.

SWARM and Fixer’s role in this hypothetical war would be behind the lines medics due to swarm being made up of an ungodly amount of robotic roaches connected to his heart mind he could easily scout the inside of other drones bodies, and tell what parts need fixing or replacing for Fixer.

Surprisingly, enough swarm was actually easier of the two to draw. Either way though I hope you like their designs. Tell me what you think as well as if you have any ideas for my two remaining idiots and what clothing they should wear. With that now out of the to everyone who decide to read, upvote, or comment on this. until next time I hope that you guys have a good one.

So I just stumbled onto the sub Reddit and so I thought I might as well do an OC dump of all eight of my idiots. The lives that two of them went through, as well as showing off for now all four parts of their makeshift base/workshop. I hope you guys enjoy how they look.

If you got any questions about them let me know. With that hopefully this will not be my one and only post on here and till next time I hope that everyone who sees them has a good one.

I’m back once again and I have done the choice of drawing each of my eight OCs in groups of two so right now halfway done with making my hypothetical war medic OCs.

And starring this part is my old Timey power couple of Rusty and Ruth, who is primary jobs during this hypothetical war, would be both heavy lifting, as well as acting as first responders. This makes sense for them as they have the most raw power in terms of both strength and gear it makes the most sense for them to be the first responders that can easily destroy rubble And carry a metric ton of drones out of a battle zone and back to the medics for repairs.

Pretty simple all in all but I still think I did a pretty good job with their designs ( considering the fact that Ruth is literally just a box there wasn’t really many clothing options for her ) besides that tell me what you think about them in the comments below, as well as if you have any ideas for how my other remaining four idiots should dress, with all the way as always have a good one dudes.

So a few days ago u/Externalok7259 made this post here:
https://www.reddit.com/r/OriginalDrones/s/qJJ3NTIaI8

And this gave me an idea to basically give my 8 mechanical morons, a cool, alternate war medic design for all of them, as well as what roles they would play in this hypothetical war.

So I decided to start off with my two troublemakers of my OC Rot’s group, being Nova and Wrecker. Whose primary purpose is both scouting for any potential threats or survivors in need of medical assistance, and to also act as emergency distractions.

With this I hope that you guys like their kicking designs. If you got any questions about the pair, don’t be afraid to ask. Also, if you got any cool war designs of your OCs, don’t be afraid to post them in the comments as well because personally, I kind of want to see other peoples war based drone OCs, and as always have a good one.

So for a good long while I have been working on my own Papa Bongy cosplay I have with help DIY myself one of his minions as well as most of his gear, with the exception of his pants, along with me still being a cosplay noob, I have no idea on how to make fake teeth onto my arm, and it actually look good (already tried cosplay paint, smudged way to easily). So if anyone happens to have answers on how I can re-create his mouth arm things (please note when I say this, I mean his combat sprite one not his talking sprite) or knows where I can find pants like his please let me know. With that said, hope you like my amateur cosplay creations if you have any questions on how I did, what ask in the comments.

So for a good long while I have been working on my own Papa Bongy cosplay I have with help DIY myself one of his minions as well as most of his gear, with the exception of his pants, along with me still being a cosplay noob, I have no idea on how to make fake teeth onto my arm, and it actually look good (already tried cosplay paint, smudged way to easily). So if anyone happens to have answers on how I can re-create his mouth arm things (please note when I say this, I mean his combat sprite one not his talking sprite) or knows where I can find pants like his please let me know. With that said, hope you like my amateur cosplay creations if you have any questions on how I did, what ask in the comments.

ZETA’s Backstory Part 3.

Parts 1 and 2 below for those who care.

Part 1: [https://www.reddit.com/r/MurderDronesCafe/s/i0b9yReaFa\](https://www.reddit.com/r/MurderDronesCafe/s/i0b9yReaFa)

Part 2: [https://www.reddit.com/r/MurderDronesOfficial/s/BKlYI90YSe\](https://www.reddit.com/r/MurderDronesOfficial/s/BKlYI90YSe)

(Warning: Long and cringe amateur writing ahead! You have been warned.)

Broken Things: a calling from the forgotten Part 1.

This day was meant to be like any other: scout for bunkers, find and then disembowel any drones you come across, and report back to the leader. A fairly simple wash, rinse, repeat cycle that Zeta’s life had become as most of the heavily defended worker drone bases had already been exterminated thanks to her skills of infiltration, leaving only shabby made bunkers at best on this planet that would stand on chance against Delta’s explosives, making their job all the more easier however, in Zaida‘s mind, there was still a feeling scratching in the back of her head that she just couldn’t figure out. It wasn’t boredom or apathy; no matter how she tried to wrap her head around it, she just couldn’t pin down an answer. However, the search for an answer would have to come to a halt because, in a moment, a fight would break out between her squamates and a group of drones who had nothing left to lose, and little would she realize this day would be the day that Zaida’s life would once more change forever.

Zeta’s thought process was interrupted by Delta, who pointed at a worker wearing a mask and a pot on their head, fleeing from the three of them. In that moment, Delta began the chase, and Zeta, as well as their team's sniper, Epsilon, reluctantly followed after her before she could accidentally blow up what was left of this city's ruins and cause the debris to come crashing down on them. As the three of them chased the worker drone, Zeta couldn’t help but feel that something was off about this. This worker drone kept moving, ducking between areas that were too confined for them to simply fly through, causing them to follow on foot. It appeared that they were kept going into places with more complex, unstable architecture, and the weirdest part was. Is how fast this worker drone was moving, and yet the three of them are still keeping pace with it. Zeta then immediately realized why, but by the time that she did, it was already too late, as the three of them came barreling through a destroyed doorway. In an instant, an explosion went off behind them, blocking the way they came, as they then realized that this was a trap.

From the darkness of this makeshift battleground, four other drones dropped down beside the one that they were chasing. Zeta as well as her comrades were somewhat confused to the mismatched group of bots in front of them: an old discontinued first generation worker drone, paired alongside a first generation disassembly drone, next to them appeared to be an engineer drone that seems to have had some customizations, one the other side was the worker drone that they were chasing and finally a drone in that looked like a sentient, walking junk pile of different drone parts and scrap who stand at the back of the group. Honestly, this group looked more Akin to a carnival's circus freaks than any real threat. However, Zaida wasn’t foolish. She knew that just because these five didn’t look like a threat didn’t mean that nothing was after all these five had led to three of them here. The question was, why? Zeta began combing through her memory and her mapping system and realized why they had chosen this place as a battleground. The worker drone in the mask was leading them further and further underground, without the group realizing it. This was a bunker that’s been emptied out, and above them is a metric ton of rubble and loose ground. If Delta begin firing off, explosives willy-nilly they could bring down an entire corner of the city that they’re currently under right on top of them, once more, this place has had its wall removed and emptied out with only a few chunks of rubble from the ceiling above around to act as cover, leaving Epsilon with no cover for them to snipe from, and with the room now filled with dust after the explosion Zeta’s cloaking mechanic would be completely useless. These five figured out a way to level the playing field, but at the end of the day, they're just a hodgepodge of discarded relics and makeshift tinker toys; they’ll die like any other group that was foolish enough to try to attack them.

Zeta began to attempt to coordinate a strategy with Delta and Epsilon; however, much to her chagrin, her two teammates had already begun doing their own thing, with Epsilon immediately attempting to retreat to the shadows for a good sniping point, and Delta had already begun her full frontal assault against “the strongest looking bastard of the group!” On the other end, with a snap, the five drones began their assault, and only a few moments into the fight. It became quite obvious that these five drones may lack firepower, but excel in tactics and strategy. However, Zeta, in all of her experience of espionage into worker drone groups and locations, made finding the head of the operation all too easy, and she knew the classic saying, “cut off the head and the rest of the body will follow.” In an instant, it became clear to her that the half destroyed drone was the ring leader, as she charged at him, the two of them began to clash. In this fight, Zeta had both the weaponry and experience to take this rusted tin can down, but even with all that, she knew that if the other members of this group were to join in, she would be overwhelmed.

As Zeta and the enemy leader continued circling and observing each other, trying to get a read on each other’s next move. Zeta noted in the reflection of the enemy leader's eye lenses that there was a drone behind her with a gun; this, too, was a trap for her! Zeta immediately spun around, blade at the ready, in an attempt to block the bullet. Zeta’s blade broke in the process, but she succeeded in blocking it, only to then realize that she had turned her back to the ring leader, who she saw barreling towards her at high speed with his giant legs within range to crush her. Only Zeta saw that his gaze was not at her but to the sidelines, as Zeta is confused by this, only to then see a blinding, burning light before everything goes dark.

Zeta then wakes up with her visual system slowly rebooted, as she then sees that she appears to be in an old mining cavern. As she attempts to get up and look around, she then realizes that her right arm is pinned underneath rubble, and unfortunately, she then sees that her right leg appears to have also been damaged from either the explosion or the fall. Zeta began instantly coming up with ways to free her arm from the rubble, only for her thought process to come to an immediate halt once she realized that she was not alone down here.

As Zeta’s vision is now fully operational, she sees that in front of her, slumped against a rock pile, is the sentient scrap pile who apparently fell with her, and appears to have been just as damaged as she was, with a stalactite piercing his only good arm. As well as from when she could tell it, a piece of scrap or shrapnel appears to have jammed the mechanisms in his legs.

With that, the situation became quite clear. These two were at an impasse. Zeta could use the acid in her tail and melt the rubble away from her only good hand. However, the enemy leader could also attempt to dislodge whatever is jamming up the mechanisms in his legs. Which has enough strength to crush her entire body with, both of them had a means of freeing themselves and killing the other; however, it came quite obvious to both of them that the other would not allow that to happen. With this impasse, Zeta realized there was only one option left. She activated the SOS beacon in her system that would send out a signal to the others to tell them where she is. With this, in a few moments, they would be here, and with it would seal the fate of this rusted can of bolts. All she had to do was wait.

As time passed, the only thing the pair could do was stare daggers at one another, daring the other to make the first move. More time passed with the two sitting in silence until it was finally broken by the sentient arts-and-crafts-looking mess of a drone, who began mumbling something to themselves. The sounds echoing throughout the cave overlap with one another, getting louder and less clear until finally.

Zate: “Shut it already before I rip my arm off and make you!”

?: “Hm?”

Zeta: “What?”

?: “So you are capable of speaking normally.”

Zate: “Excuse me?”

?: “You're excused, but all joking aside, with how much death and destruction that all of you do, I was under the impression that was how you communicated well, that and mechanical laughing.”

Zate: “ah ah. Keep the jokes coming, it’ll make it all the funnier for me when I rip out whatever is left of your voice box and shove it up your backside.”

?: “Noted, but that assumes that your allies get here before mine.”

Zeta: “What do you mean by that?”

?: “There’s no need to pretend, so let's both be honest here. Both of us are injured and are stuck, but we both have a way to fix that. The main problem is that you won’t let me fix my legs, and you'd best believe I won’t let you free your arm. So with both of us unable to kill the other, the only option left is to wait for our allies to find us, and by doing so, write the death sentence of the other.”

Zate: “And what makes you think that your little group of rejected wind-up dolls will find us before mine?”

?: “Let me answer your question with one of my own. How do you think that we’ve been able to survive on the surface and stay hidden from your group's gaze, all this time?”

Zeta: “…”

?: “Give up? Well, it's thanks to two things: one, making the best of what little we have, and two, we make sure to understand everything around us. By now, you must have realised that the battleground that we all fought in was no coincidence. We scouted the network of both the bunker and the mines it was part of, and, judging by the rock debris, this cavern is part of it. So in the end..”

?/Zate: “It comes down to information vs technology.”

?: “Correct”

Zeta: “So you knew I had an SOS beacon, but how, when could you have possibly known that?”

?: “As I said, we make sure to understand all of our surroundings and, by extension, take advantage of those who don’t. Every time you felt that feeling that someone was watching you, that was us. Every conversation you’ve had, we’ve been in earshot, every weapon you’ve all used we’ve seen, every mistake you all made, we note to exploit them. We’ve seen all of it, Zate, and the best part is that not a single one of the six of you had ever known that we were there.”

Zate: “BS, that’s not possible. I would have known if someone was spying on me!”

?: “Normally, with your skill set you’d be right, however after the destruction of the last factory, you stopped using those skills of yours, and everything rusts with time if not taken care of.”

Zeta: That son of scrap, he’s right, I hadn’t had a reason to use my skill set in so long that I never would have thought that these rejects would be capable of doing the same thing.

?: “Don’t get me wrong, though, most of us drones have literally zero survival skills or common sense. Hell, even if you and your pack didn’t show us and kill us, there was a 50/50 chance of all of us dying by our own stupidity. Besides that, now that we’ve gotten all of that out of the way and with neither of our team members showing up yet, there's only one thing to do to pass the time.”

Zeta: “And that is?”

?: “playing 10 questions.”

Zeta: “Wow, very funny, I must have laughed so hard that my laugh track broke.”

?: “…”

Zeta: “Wait, oh my god, you’re actually being serious right now!?”

?: “I am.”

Zeta: “What in the litter wasteland of this planet would ever make you think I’d want to answer any of your questions!”

?: “Because even after all the spying and information gathering we did on all of you, there are still some things that don’t quite make any sense to us, and let's not kid ourselves after everything I’ve said, you must have a whole mountain of questions about us and how much we know about you and your squad.”

Zeta: “Oh, please don’t fool yourself with your over-inflated ego, on getting the jump on us once, and besides, nothing's stopping you from lying to me.”

?: “True and the same notion goes to you as well, however, as the saying goes, every lie has at least a nugget of truth to it, does it not?”

Zeta: “… fine, ask away then.”

?: “Alright then, is it true that there are only six members of your squad in total?”

Zeat: “What? Didn’t you just go on about how you all have seen everything about us just a moment ago?”

?: “Yes, but confirmation is always better than assumptions.”

Zeta: “… Fuck it, yes, there are only six of us. Now it’s my turn, my scans can’t make heads or tails of what drone you are, or rather were, so who or what the robot hell are you?”

Rot: “I am a factory line engineer drone, model 5624, self-applied destination as: Schrott. However, I’ve been told by my comrades to shorten it down to just Rot for simplicity.”

Zeta: “Both names fit you, you rotting scrap carcass.”

Rot: “Why, thank you for the compliment. I came up with it myself. Moving on, did the company actually send you six here, or was it perhaps another party that’s involved?”

Zeta: That wasn’t a compliment, asshole! “Yes, the company, or what's left of it, is who sent us here to this waste of a plant that you all call home. My turn again, and this time I’m throwing one of your questions back at you, "How many members are there on your team, from the island of misfit toys?”

Rot: “Hmm.”

Zeta: “Well, what’s with the wait? Did your ability to hear go out, or did you save me the hassle and finally kick that bucket?”

Rot: “It's nothing, just going over all the nicknames you’ve given me so far, as for members, there are currently five of us, for now at least. Now let's see, ah, I got a good one, what’s stopping the acid in your tail from affecting yourselves?”

Zeta: I see, so there's a chance that there are other engineer drones in their group besides him who could be capable of repairing other destroyed drones. “Our spit has the ability to stop it from spreading.”

Rot: “So magic spit then? Makes sense after all, what better place to put a cure than in the mouth of the beast who caused it.”

Zeta: “Yep, onto me, how many of your group are engineer drones?”

Rot: “Just me and Fixer.”

Zeta: “And which one in your group is Fixer?”

Rot: “You know that’s not how this game works. You're just going to have to ask after you answer how after all the drones you’ve all killed, you all still seem to have near infant ammunition, what do you all have a mini buttle factory inside yourself or something?”

Zeta: “….”

Rot: “Wait, you guys actually do!?”

Zeta: “Not all of us, just one, but not even I know who it is. As for that comment you made, I’m not going to waste a question on that. I can guess that it's the one with extra eyes.” Besides, my scan already told me he was an engineer drone; I just need to make sure there wasn’t more. “On the note of your team, where the heck did you get those two fossils? I thought they were discontinued a long time ago?”

Rot: “Even if it doesn’t look like it now, the moon of this plant was terraformed into a resort while the plant was used as a factory/mining, and with it came rich sponsors, and a few of them were apparently collectors of old drones, after all the humans disappeared and there ships destroyed by all of you, they both somehow survived and I eventually found and helped the both of them and then they joined my team. Which is why I wonder why did you all destroy the ships?”

Zeta: Wait, did he just say disappeared? That doesn’t make any sense with the information we were given. Wait, he could just be baiting me like the last question; either way, I'd better save it for later. “Isn’t it obvious we destroyed them to make sure you all didn’t have a way to get off world and away from us. With that said, are you and your group planning on trying to leave this planet?”

Rot: “Nope, even if we did have a way off this rock, where would we even go? The nearest hospitable plants are a good shot away, and even if we did have the fuel to do so, there are other factors, such as the fact that we lack the tools needed to gather resources, or the scrap to make/repair our selves and if we tried going to a different planet that is owned by the company, what’s to say there isn’t another team of you murder happy sickos on that one too? At the end of the day, it's better to stay here and deal with you six than go on a planet where we have to deal with others like you and unknown territory.”

Zeta: “Well, I actually didn’t expect that.”

Rot: “Oh, really now? I’ll have to keep that in mind. But first, those headbands of yours with the lights on them, what’s its purpose?"

Zeta: “Nothing, just there to look fashionable. Why are you missing an arm, or rather, why haven’t you replaced it?” might as well throw a lie in with the truth.

Rot: “Same answer as you, well that, and it helps me blend in with robot corpses, making spying easier. From what we’ve seen from you, the only ranged weapon you have is a pistol. Why is it that when it comes to weapons, your comrades seem to have more destructive weaponry than you do? Well, besides one of you that is."

Zeta: “You're talking about Beta, right? Well, he is the textbook definition of both a battle junky and a berserker. Half the time, I think they gave him the memory core of animals rather than the ones the rest of us got. As for weaponry, you tell me what good a minigun does for someone whose job is meant to be infiltration?”

Rot: “fair point.”

Rot: “Well, we’re already over halfway done with our game and still neither team has shown up yet. Shall we continue? I believe it’s your turn.”

Zeta: “... have we met before?”

And that is where I am leaving a cliffhanger for this part. The next part will be the finale and my God did this take me forever to fucking half to write all this. I’m about 90% done with the finale and to be honest, this part was supposed to be a part of it, but then I realized how ungodly long it was so I just decided to make the decision to just break it up into two separate parts. I hope you guys enjoy the read and are going to like the finale. With that said if anyone has any advice on how I can write better for my characters and their dialogue, please let me know. Tell me what you also think about this and as always have a good one.