Chapter 1
The sun glinted off the clouds, their blue-ish fluffiness moping through the skies, the two natural satellites bright in the sky despite it being day.
Whoosh
A figure flew from the clouds, their bat-like wings slicing through the atmosphere. Sporting a blue color scheme, the drone soared with seemingly no effort. As they continued to glide they furrowed the brows on their display visor, quickly rolling to the left as something shot out from under their previous occupation in the air.
Coming to glide beside the blue drone was a red one, their four arms flipping their companion the bird.
“Stars, Virosika, don’t you have anything better to do?” He said, rolling his eyes in annoyance, as though the other performed this action frequently.
With a smile on her face, Virosika barked an answer, “Конечно да!” [of course yes!]
The duo continued to fly on in silence, the sun falling low in the sky as night drew near.
“C’mon, we’re home.” The blue drone, Null, said before starting his descent; Without any comment Virosika followed close behind, two of her wings folding to allow for faster descent.
As the two drones landed on the ground outside an old farmhouse, two other drones ran out to meet them.
“V! N! Your back!” Said one of them, smaller with yellow LEDs and display, he ran up and hugged Virosika, who reciprocated the affection.
The taller one layed his green optics onto Null, and they both smiled warmly. “Hey, Trait.” He said, coming to walk beside the other.
“Hey, any news from the Hive?” Trait took his glasses off to clean them, his voice portraying the worry he had.
Null sighed, “Not much, all the news we gathered is that all the Disassembly Drones, besides those in the Hive, have gone MIA, no sightings…” He drifted off, remembering what the news foretold.
They walked in silence for a few moment, the air heavy with tension.
“There’s something else,” Trait realized, “what happened?”
Regretting being so able to be read, Null snarled, his mood suddenly negative. “There have been sightings, however…
“These sightings are near the old outpost, in the city.” Null halted in his tracks, “The city is where drones go and don’t come back, ever.
“If there are somehow Disassembly Drones still alive their…” He stopped, contemplating his next words, and what their affect would have on the swarm leader.
“Probably not sane.”
A large amalgamation of a drone sifted through a pile of corpses, Disassembly Drones previously murdered by the Absolute Solver. The beast was scavenging for parts in order to repair one of their squad mates.
Something shifted nearby, though the large drone paid it no mind, already used to how loud their companion could get with scavenging, carelessly throwing parts out of their way.
“Talin, maybe you should be quieter, after all this isn’t our territory.” Said the drone, who’s strange dual-tone optics looked up from their prying.
“No,” Came the halfhearted response of the other.
Rolling their eyes, the large amalgam stood up, stretching. “I’m not saving you if a sentinel wants a taste, as your making all the racket.” They pointed out, shouldering a duffel bag.
Walking over, the tall drone peeked at what their companion was doing. He was cutting the tail barb off of a DD, his pack already sporting many of the DDs tails.
“F, if you're gonna be annoying, go find Lillian, stars know what she’s up to.” Said Talin, who dropped the tail bard into the bag and glanced around quickly for more.
F scoffed, trudging through the sea of corpses just to find their other partner.
F had been searching for thirty minutes, still no sign of Lillian, and they were starting to worry.
What if a sentinel got to her? What if some eldritch DD got her? So many things could go-
BANG!
A large door flew off its hinges a few feet in front of F, smoke emitting from the doorway.
Out came Lillian, who spent no time in grabbing F’s hand and dragging them with her.
“There’s a feral back there! Where’s Talin?!” She huffed, breath ragged from already being exhausted.
“Back up fro-.” They couldn’t finish their sentence as the duo flew through the main entrance, spotting Talin, she yelled.
“FLY IDIOT!”
That’s all the encouragement any of them needed before wings sliced the air, ascending fast. The blade-like feathers of Lillian and Talon whistled as air and wind flew between them.
F’s own dragon-like ones were loud, like a puff of wind.
Once above the cloud level, the trio came to a stop, their breath coming in gasps.
“WHAT WAS THAT!?” F yelled, focusing solely on Lillian, who scowled. Letting out a sigh, Lillian raised a hand. “That, my dear partner, was a feral, an unholy amalgamation of drones, probably resulted from some half dead DD using sentinels to repair itself.”
“Raaghhhhhh,” F growled, tired of Lillian’s antics. Talin just looked between the two before sighing. “Can we go home? It’s gonna be night soon.” He suggested, smiling shyly.
The two other drones glanced at each other, then sighed. “Yeah we can.” Said F.
As they approached their home, the trio appeared tired.
Landing, F immediately went for their laptop, planing on archiving their finds and adventures for the day. Talin took the groups finds for the day and went to put them away.
Lillian, simply took root sprawled across F’s lap. Their warmer core temperature easing the chill of the storm that had swept the area outside.
“Don’t get too comfortable,” Said Talin, who pushed Lillian so he could also cuddle with F, who seemed to not pay them any mind. As the two worker-DD hybrids cuddled up to their monster of a partner, a smile appeared on F’s face.
When F had first met these freaks, they were broken, with barely working optics and auditory systems. These two had fixed them up and stayed with them.
F was an unholy amalgamation of flesh and metal, most of their body covered with black and white fur that was hard to keep clean. their face, sporting a visor, was an odd mix of deer and wolf; large ears allowing for better audio reception.
Most they met ran away.
Not these two.
F closed their laptop and wrapped their large, leathery wings around the two hybrids, the three drones quickly falling asleep.
Anonymity sighed, glad that F survived another day. As it ran diagnostics for the drone, the Trojan horse reminisced, remembering its days as part of the absolute solver.
Being free from Cyn was all Anonymity had ever wanted, it didn’t care that it was a simple .rar file that was now controlled by a cybernetic drone.
It was just happy that it was alive and no longer causing bloodshed [oilshed(?)]
[//Anonymity.RAR> Goodnight F