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Uzi had been hard at work in the lab ever since she read that fatidic mail and learned of the fate Tessa –their supposed mother- had in store for her and her kind.
Loathe as she was to admit it, the young drone was terrified. Her dad (even if he was super bad at giving her attention, he was still the Worker Drone who assembled her and at least showed her the best ways to make things sturdy), her friends –well, acquaintances; she had a tendency to scare off her peers- everyone she knew and tolerated was going to be dismantled. And for what? Just to give way to a shiny new model, like they were disposable smartphones.
She was adding the final touches to her special project, a super cool plasma railgun (technically not an actual railgun, but she liked that name), music blasting through her audio receptors, so focused on the task at hand she didn’t hear the doors open and close behind her.
V spotted Uzi at the worktable fiddling with some wires; she didn’t know what they did, only cared about the drone working on them and the fact said drone hadn’t noticed her yet. She huffed in irritation before calling out. “Oy, toaster.”
That usually got a reaction. If not a scowl than a grumbled “bite me.” Not this time.
J snapped her fingers next to Uzi’s audio receptors; no reaction at that either.
“Maybe we can try tapping her shoulder?” proposed N.
Not a bad idea, but too delicate for V’s taste. Instead she gripped Uzi’s arm and yanked her away from the table. She chuckled at her surprised yelp before flexing a claw in front of her face. “Answer when I’m talking to you, shrimp.”
The shock quickly left Uzi and she glowered at the interruption. But before she could give one of her snarky replies she was shoved against a wall, V’s claws clutching at her neck, wings on full display to add to the menacing effect.
“Now, we’re gonna have a little chat.”
Uzi blinked owlishly. “What? Oh one sec.” She turned off the music. “There, you were saying?”
V squeezed harder in annoyance. It didn’t cut her oxygen, since drones have no need to breathe, but the threat was clear. “Boss lady says someone took a peek at one of her private files. Know anything about that?”
Uzi clawed at V’s arm, glaring at her. “None of your business!”
V laughed and yanked Uzi away from the wall, leaving her suspended midair. “Oh but it is. And I believe you’re hiding more than you let on.” She suddenly threw her on the floor. “And I’ll get my answers, even if I have to rip them out of your mangled carcass.”
V’s frame blocked the entirety of Uzi’s vision. A predatory yellow X covered her visor, claws gleaming in the lab lights, mouth twisted into a haunting smile. “Ready to talk? Or are you going to claim innocent?”
Uzi looked for a way out, quickly realizing that J and N were blocking her only escape path. She glanced around in a panic, attempting to find something to defend herself.
“Nothing? Well, you asked for it!”
V charged at full speed, preparing to show no mercy. Uzi managed to dodge the claws but got nicked by her tail in the ribs. The nanite acid slowly spread, the pain causing her to gasp and be distracted long enough for V to pin her down.
“Question one, what are you hiding from us?" V hissed, her voice low and menacing. Uzi clenched her lips shut and stared at her captor defiantly, refusing to give in. "Answer me!"
V made to claw at Uzi's visor, only for a hand to grab her collar from behind.
“Easy there, buddy.” Smiled N, gently but firmly pulling her away from the smaller drone. “Instead of antagonizing her, why don’t we all relax for a moment and just talk?”
“You always take her side!” Huffed V, squirming out of his grasp and crossing both arms over her chest. Next to her, J wavered between amusement at the obvious jealousy –obvious to everyone but V, who still refused to admit it even to herself, and the clueless N- and annoyance at the display of favoritism. Not that SHE liked him, she had better taste than that. The clenching gears in her core whenever he smiled proved nothing!
Uzi smirked and was about to stand when a flare of pain had her groan and cluth at her chest. N gasped and, to the angsty drone’s eternal mortification, didn’t think twice about lifting her jacket to lick the wound. “There.” He smiled as his saliva neutralized the acid, wholly unbothered by the purple bra on full display. “Feeling better?”
Uzi’s response was a ‘HIGH TEMP’ signal flashing on her visor. Unlike the Disassembly Drones, this had nothing to do with lack of oil.
V was torn between stabbing Uzi again to put her out of her own misery, stabbing herself to have N lick HER, and ripping her head off to remove the mental images summoned by that last thought.
J, the more duty-bound of the trio, forced herself to push down the irritation and focus on the task at hand. “Make her talk, N, or we will.” She instructed. “And for robo-Christ’s sake, put her clothes back.”
“Aye aye sir.” N nodded and gave Uzi a brilliant smile as he fixed her jacket, though not without blushing a little himself. “Hey buddy? Mind telling us what’s going on?”
‘HOW DOES A MACHINE DESIGNED FOR MURDER HAVE SUCH PUPPY DOG EYES?’ wondered the small drone. Gears appeared on her visor as she debated on whether to confess everything or keep feigning ignorance. In the end she decided to take a gamble and come clean; if she could bring these guys on her side, their chances would greatly improve.
N’s soft optics staring into hers might also have contributed a tiny bit.
“You want to know what’s going on?” A picture loaded on her screen. “Here it is.”
“Is that a robot velociraptor?” Asked V, her eyes hollow in shock as she read over its specifics. Six eyes, paralyzing EMP stare with blinding lights, wicked sharp claws… quite an impressive arsenal!
“I can’t believe it.” N gasped in delight. “Mom is building us a pet! Oh this is awesome, I’m gonna call him Whiskers and scratch his belly and take him on walks at the park and teach him to chase his own tail…”
Uzi facepalmed. “It’s not a pet, you dumbot.” She loaded a second image from her memory files, a copy of the report found on Tinkerbell’s computer. “It’s your replacement. The Sentinel program.”
“Replacement?” J quickly scanned the report, but didn’t look convinced. “Who are you trying to fool? We Disassembly Drones have performed perfectly in every operation to date, there is no reason to remove us from active duty.”
“Actually, last time that Hero dude-”
“Shut up N.”
“This isn’t about performance, it’s about money and getting the most bang for their buck.” Interjected Uzi. “The Sentinels are much less expensive than you guys and can be mass produced. Your last run in with the heroes pretty much announced that you’re not so flawless after J got her butt handed to her-”
“I escaped with MINIMAL damage!”
“-and V was sent running by a bumbling cyborg and a girl who fights with goop.”
“I had them evenly matched even with it being two on one!”
“What I’m trying to say is that you’re going to get benched because of human greed since you can’t be mass deployed.” Her voice started to crack. “And my kind, they…”
N laid a gentle hand on her shoulder. “Hey don’t sweat it. I’m sure if we just talk to mom and explain our grievances, she’ll fix everything.”
“She’s the one who filed this report N. We can’t rely on humans to ‘fix’ the issues they themselves cause. Just look at environment pollution and the reckless depletion of global resources.” Uzi shook her head. “No, the only way to save Workers from being dismantled and you from permanent grunt work is to take matters into our own hands.”
“Why should we believe you, short stack?”
“Bite me! I’m not short!”
“Yeah, she’s just vertically challenged!”
J and V guffawed. Uzi glared at N. “That sounds even worse. And you’re all just freakishly tall!”
“Point is, for all we know this report is a fake. It’s no secret you hate the boss.”
“I don’t HATE Tinkerbell, I just strongly dislike her personality. And face. And voice, robo-Jesus, how it grates on my audio receptors…”
J deployed a sub-machine gun “Enough talk. Your actions are a clear violation of FLUFF guidelines and as such, you must be terminated.”
V unsheathed her arm swords, an eager sadistic grin on her face. She loved terminating anything, but the purple drone had a special place on her to-destroy list. Before either Disassembler could strike, however, N placed himself between them and their target.
“Whoa whoa WHOA!” he shouted, arms held out to urge his fellow killing machines to pause.
The girls barely managed to skid to a halt, crashing into each other with shouts of surprise and tumbling at N’s feet in a tangle of limbs. Glaring up at her squadmate, J growled, “N, did you blow a valve?!”
“This is just a misunderstanding, guys!” he hurriedly tried to assure them, suggesting that, “And Uzi is a valuable member of FLUFF. Beside, we can just pick her up real easy-”
“I do not consent to this!”
“-even if she’s being fussy about it-”
“I’m not a baby, N!”
“-with no violence necessary, and take her to see mom so she can decide what to do.”
J got up, shoving V off in the process. “N, regardless of this toaster’s talent as an engineer, she’s hardly irreplaceable. And as squad leader, I have the authority to handle trivial matters like this so our executives don’t have to trouble themselves with such small, emphasis on SMALL, thi- AH!”
Uzi had thrown herself onto J, clinging to her head while tugging at the taller drone’s pigtails “Bite me! I am NOT small!”
Fingers became long blades as J reached up to rip the worker drone off and apart. Uzi leaned sideways to avoid the talons, then bit into her palm. “OW! You little-”
J’s other hand proceeded to SLAP Uzi’s rear end, eliciting a muffled cry from her as she bit harder onto J’s palm. This was followed by kicking J’s stinger away when it tried to go for a stab.
“Don’t just stand there, V! Help me!”
V’s grin was downright feral. “My pleasure!” She didn’t get so much as one step closer before her arm was grabbed by N. “Huh?”
“Come on, this doesn’t have to get violent- well, MORE violent.” He amended. “Please?”
V felt legitimately conflicted for a moment.
*CRASH*
“Ah!”
“Owww…” Uzi rubbed her head and began to pick herself up from where J had thrown her… directly into V. Seeing the Disassembler turn towards her, she let out an awkward laugh.
V’s visor formed an X symbol and she raised her sword arm to slice her in half.
“No!” N grabbed the blade and held it up. At the same time his tail began to parry hers when it instinctively stabbed at him.
J stared at her squabbling squadmates in disbelief. It soon became anger at the fact N was hindering their efforts AGAIN, and she shifted an arm back into its gun mode. “N, I swear, I’m going to tear your head off for this.”
“*BANG*BANG*BANG*BANG**BANG*
“Aghk, owch, ah, J stop- OW!” Bullets bounced off N’s body, dinging off the metal plates in some spots. The overall damage was minimal, but every hit caused an unpleasant sting all the same…. especially the volley of shots landing on his curvy robo-butt. “Eee, ahow, owchies!” Also, they were ruining his favorite jacket, exposing said robo-butt a little.
While everyone else was distracted, Uzi took the chance to scramble towards her work bench and grab the railgun. It wasn’t yet finished, let alone field tested, but should still do some damage. Or at least not explode in her face.
She glanced over at N, who was still being used for target practice by a sadistically cackling J, unable to dodge or shield himself as his strength was barely enough to hold V in place and- Oh, he had a nice bit of butt wiggling going on there, the sight brightening Uzi’s visor as she checked it out. Oooo, that made for a good sight-
A quick shake of her head to regain focus.
“Be horny later, brain!” Uzi turned her railgun towards J, taking care to aim specifically at her posterior. “I do like being a pain in your ass.” She pulled the trigger.
*HHYYYVVWWOOSH*
A blast of pure hot energy, green with distortions of red due to the gun’s incomplete state, hit J’s rear end and seared through her skirt like it was butter, superheating her butt plating in a matter of nanoseconds.
J’s gun stopped. Her body twitched, legs crossing and uncrossing before she let out a high pitched scream. “HYAAHOWWWIIEEE!”
The Disassembler hopped around, frantically patting her crimson cheeks in a futile effort to cool them off. Uzi snickered as she watched the bitchy machine fall over facedown and shake her ass in the air.
N, no longer distracted by the rain of bullets, had a considerably easier time to pin V now. Disassemblers had more or less the same physical abilities, however the female’s rage and bloodlust prevented her from fighting smart, her brute strength and wild flailing no match against his calm but determined hold.
“Get off, damnit!” Beside herself in anger, V stretched her neck and bit down on his shoulder. The attack was supposed to startle him into letting go, but something about her teeth right there actually felt kind of… good.
“Mmmyyhhmmm, ahh, that hurtsss but n-not, um, like the bad kind- Ohmm…” the male drone groaned as she gulped some of his leaking oil.
V herself was purring as she swallowed his warm, soothing fluid, enjoying the sensation of being pressed so tight against N’s sexy, femboy body. But despite the fact she seemed to be calming down, he was still cautious of her suddenly growing angry again. So, carefully, he grabbed her tail and began binding her wrists while she was zoned out on his taste.
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“Corporate damned TRAITORS!” J roared as she gulped from an oil can to cool off, wiggling her butt against the ice pack N had brought.
She and V now had their arms and legs bound with their own tails. Magnets were placed on their heads to handicap them further. Refrigerator magnets were FAR from strong enough to mess with their motion controls, but having 15 of them stuck at the same time would at least cause some slight disorientation as their optics had to adjust to a minor distortion. N had laid out some pillows so both captives could have a bit of comfort, V rolling her eyes at this kindness even as she wriggled on her makeshift seat.
“So, what do we do now?” N asked, bringing Uzi out of her distractedly ogling his butt while he’d been bent over arranging the pillows. “Report them to mom and the boss for getting too murder happy?”
Uzi facepalmed. “And reveal that I stole confidential information and shared it with the rest of you? N, even if we weren’t in danger before, we sure as hell are NOW!”
“Then we should run away?”
“No!” J interjected.
Uzi paid her no mind. “Yes!” she stated bluntly. At N’s conflicted look, she added more tactfully, “Tessa may love you guys, but Tinkerbell sure as hell doesn’t and SHE’S the one in charge.”
“That’s true…” N admitted, remembering all the times Tink yelled at them for failing her expectations, the oil deprivation punishments, the endless field tests that left them tired and overheated. Tessa clearly saw them as pieces of machinery, to be used and abused and then thrown away when no longer functional. The report Uzi showed him was just the final confirmation. “Any idea on where we could go?”
J scoffed. “As if this toaster has an ACTUAL plan. We’re FLUFF property, there is no place on Earth that- HRMMFF!” Uzi grabbed one of the pillows and stuffed it into her mouth.
“I… might be sorta-ish kinda friends with a drone that recently got transferred over to a new FLUFF warehouse.” Uzi stated, sounding quite unsure herself. “And you’re good at making friends, right?”
“Sure! There’s that rock at the park I called Stony, the snack dispenser on the 2nd floor, and I had many insightful conversations with the coffee machine in mom’s lab…” N listed, oblivious to just how adorably dorky he sounded. “You think we could convince them to defect as well?
Uzi prayed he meant the workers and not the coffee machine.
J spat out the pillow and pushed herself forward. “If they know- ughff!” and fell forward onto her stomach in the process, having forgotten her legs were tied. “Urgh, if they know what’s good for them, they’d sooner die fighting you than join your side, you-”
*CLANG*
“Eeyowchie!” Uzi had spanked her damaged derriere, earning a vicious glare from the pigtailed drone while she smirked at her.
“Let me assure you, workers are much smarter than you give them credit for. This will be a breeze.”