Wind roared outside, the sun was up and it was late for J. Which meant early for everyone else that wasn't of the more murderous machine type, the time being 9AM on Copper 9. The worker stifling a yawn and tugging nonchalantly at the chain around her neck with her left hand whist having the almighty but barely repressed urge to just kill her ex squadmates and call it a day. They'd come back to her, it was company mandated that replacements would be sent or made on site and she took the word of her superiors as solid proof. Not that she could or was allowed to explain it to her captor and make him understand that this was all pointless in every way conceivable, he was far too daft to realise the higher ups always won. Gifted ignorance making her only loathe him more, the fact he was easily the higher ups favourite proved to be water to a long open circuit for Serial Designation J.
"He doesnt even know of them personally like i do, why do they favour him over an actual hard worker. I did everything asked of me, yet still got told off...". J mused furiously while testing the chain with her grip, marvelling at just how stupid they were for trying to restrain her this way.
She felt over the small wooden circular object she had in her free hand, of course the very drone she despised had to poke his silver haired head in from the pod's top door as soon as she had revealed the object from one of her pockets. She bit her tongue to stop herself from barking at him to leave, not wanting to have him spill of the interaction to the warden that actually took their impromptu job seriously because while from what she had seen of Doll, she was surer of herself then N by a long shot. Rebecca was, spiteful and also seemed to only be in on it to torment her or make N more interested in her because she was helping. Unfortunately, and as usual, still, only having one self-righteous female with a habit for violence first was better than having two.
J's focus was torn from her thoughts to the encroaching idle chatter that had reared its golden eyed head into her bubble of near self maintained space, frowning and casting her glance over to N as he spoke. He was probably here to try and needle an answer from her like his little red eyed rat had tried that one night before they both left, weeks ago now.
"H- hey. What you got there bo- J.". J flicked the wooden token out of his sight and scowled, already noting how many stutters he had done in not even just a greeting. Fumbling the conversation to an extreme level when he should have known better that she was just, never going to really tolerate the failure behind her that had been carried to his current position by luck, her shortcomings and a worker drone that J thought would make quite the more effective squadmate than either of the ones she had. Of course, not like the higher up would appreciate such a claim without personal oversight of any such employment, would be good retribution onto the red eyed freak if J could get her burdened with an existence like that. Thoughts for later, she was for now unfortunately pulled into the unprofessional tango of conversation.
"...A token.". J answered bluntly, fully expecting N to not remember the particular night they had found the object and that expectation rung true when he looked at her in both confusion and interest. The glance a minuscule comfort for her among the now month or so spent chained, if not for the limited snatches of conversation or banter between her and her captors she probably would of just slept through the whole ordeal. Slept more, then she already did. She had to huff as she remembered V's own likening to the activity, finally understanding that V wasn't lazy as to say, but perhaps she just wanted time to pass faster. J, unfortunately, now understood a little better thanks to these six weeks in the pod.
"For a slot machine? Those things.". N inquired quickly, clambering into the pod with deft movements that seemed almost too easily done for someone of his supposed and observationally supported evident lack of intelligence. It was most definitely the natural coding of their limited in number kind to move in such ways J reasoned and certainly not any level of skill from his end. To her, he had won and changed the status quo purely off of instinct as opposed to any thought beyond the moment as he certainly had no idea what he was doing now that he had the victory in his hands.
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Soft Reboot (Murder Drones Soft Reboot. Part 1)
Fanfiction- When Doll leaves the colony to deal with its pesky murder drone problem once and for all, obviously. Very obviously this is a fanfic site for gods sake. She ends up forming a connection to one particular drone, as well as realizing that it seems t...
