Mûrder Drones

N, please, I'll owe you. *ducks behind N*

*N stumbles back* N: V! Hi! Nice weather we're- *V appears at the end of the hall, eyes blazing* V: N. Move.

[Ch∆∆rger]: *Taking to something* Hello En-1. this is En-992 we crashed on a planet. Call Backup NOW!

*N's eyes widen* That's... not a worker drone signal. *grips Uzi's shoulder* J: *snaps book shut* En-series? Never heard of them. V: *cracks neck* New toys to play with.

[Ch∆∆rger]: Ship 30% damaged. engine's broken. most of the weapons are broken

*Everyone freezes* N: That voice... Uzi: *tail pulses violently* No. No way. *The figure descends, revealed as a worker drone with solver markings* Cipher: Long time no see, sister.

Uzi: NO! N: *nervous laugh* I once ate an entire cake- J: *deadpan* I write terrible poetry about yellow eyes. *everyone stares* What? You asked. Tessa: *holds up phone* I have videos of N sleep-talking about doors. N: *horrified* TESSA NO!

*Everyone stops what they're doing and looks up at the pods* Uzi: "Oh no.." N: "What do we do?!" V: "We fight." J: "Lets just hope they're not hostile." Khan: "Oh no no no no no.." Nori: "We're all gonna die.." Tessa: "I hope they're cute.."

*J snorts, a sound of pure derision.* The mental institution? How utterly tedious. *Her eyes narrow.* Don't be so dramatic. They can't lock us up if there's no one left to lock us away.

now time to get rid of the rest of them like actually who is alive still

*J taps a finger to her chin, feigning thought.* Let's see... dead, infected, or missing. *She smirks.* Just you and me, darling. The perfect team.